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bitten_notshy) wrote2011-09-12 07:31 am
bitten_notshy) wrote2011-09-12 07:31 am
Priest Mausoleum, Graveyard, Early Monday
When Jack first woke up, he was aware of several things more or less simultaneously: His mouth tasted awful, his back was sore, and the tight leather pants he still wore were hell on his circulation.
Oh, and he was in a crypt. It was a bit hard to miss that part.
Controlling his urge to shudder, he rose to his feet and took the few steps toward the tomb where Kate laid peacefully. He was almost certain she was fine -- physically, at least -- and this had been a particularly cruel whim of the island's. But that tiny chance that, somehow, she wasn't was in his mind as he gingerly tapped her shoulder.
[OOC: For she who is there.]
Oh, and he was in a crypt. It was a bit hard to miss that part.
Controlling his urge to shudder, he rose to his feet and took the few steps toward the tomb where Kate laid peacefully. He was almost certain she was fine -- physically, at least -- and this had been a particularly cruel whim of the island's. But that tiny chance that, somehow, she wasn't was in his mind as he gingerly tapped her shoulder.
[OOC: For she who is there.]