Spend your time well before you go... Who: Wanda, OTA (Wade?) When: Late Afternoon, Thursday May 28th Where: The Beach What: Wanda wanders to the beach
During another day's exploration of the island Wanda found herself stepping through the gate that led down to the beach where inmates were allowed. As she reached the sand she paused, surprised and pleased at the view. Despite all of the horrid things about Revolve, she had to admit it was in a lovely location. The beach was not very crowded and no one but the guards gave her more than a cursory glance as she passed. She paid them no attention and continued her leisurely walk, eventually pulling off her shoes to stroll through the foamy surf. Though she relished the relative safety of her room, it was nice to feel free if only for a few moments.
Part of her mind wandered, as it often had lately, to anxious and depressing issues but she banished these thoughts and tried to rid her mind of anything but the view. But you're worried her mind protested. Worried about Pietro, worried about the fights, worried about your power, worried, worried, worried! She squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and again tried to empty her thoughts with better success this time.
When she reached the limit of the cove's stretch of beach she paused and dropped to her knees. She stretched out onto the sand and stared out at the azure skyline, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sea sounds of lapping waves and crying gulls. If she ignored the guards and her collar and her thoughts, Wanda could almost believe that she was on a nice tropical vacation somewhere. Almost.