Who: Alex Summers and OPEN What: Destroying things Where: Towards the beach When: At some point after his little freak out on the network. Warning: Low Notes: Open to multiple
Alex Summers Hates the beach. Well, it's a strong dislike at least. When you've seen someone shot on one after having missiles aimed at you, the whole idea of a enjoyable beach holiday seems a distant memory.
After Sean's sunglasses turned up, why did they have to turn up? If the ghosts thought they were a nice reminder or something, thank you ghosts but memories of your ex who wasn't coming back weren't exactly ones he wanted to go dragging up.
Then there were all the people who wanted to see what he could do. That was new. People generally found out what he was and either wanted him dead or to use him as a lab rat. Neither of which seemed appealing.
But if they saw... maybe they wouldn't be afraid here. Maybe they'd understand he didn't actually want to hurt people. He wanted to help. When he could.
Which took him back to the spot he was standing. Outside. Somewhere on the way to the beach by a bunch of trees and rocks. He did wonder if anyone was going to watch him. It reminded him of that first night at the CIA.
He missed his friends. Charles being there was one thing, but he missed Sean and Raven and even Hank.
He looked around him one last time before he decided on small shot wouldn't hurt.