RP: For a Swim Characters: Tyler, Alice Time/Date: Late morning, September 4 Location: Pool Warnings/Rating: Low, most like Summary: Tyler contemplates things he shouldn't Status: Complete
Tyler pulled himself up out of the pool, drying off with one of the towels stacked on the rack on the deck. Ever since he'd read that people had gone past the line, he'd been toying with a dangerous idea. A stupid idea. Possibly a suicidal idea. If he could get to the water, he could swim somewhere. The odds of finding the right direction though? Or of anything being in range?
He hadn't spoken to Lily or Jaime about it, but for all that, he wasn't exactly sure they were anything anymore. After the reaver attack, Jaime had kind of attached herself to Mal ... but then, they hadn't really had a reason to need to organize anything. Lily cooked. They took turns greeting new people. He wasn't sure what else to really contribute, but right now ... there wasn't anything going on, anyway.
Nevermind the fact he had no magic.
Well, that wasn't true. If he didn't have it at all, he'd be dead. So it was in there, somewhere, just ... repressed. Blocked somehow.
Slinging the towel over one shoulder, Tyler made his way to the railing lining the roof, and he gazed off over the water from there. How far could he make it? Had they planted things in the water? More than that, was he going to tell anyone before he tried it? If he tried it? He wasn't sure it was going to end up being a good idea, and if there was something in the water and he went out alone, he might die.
Tyler ran his fingers through his wet hair and stared at the edge of the island, and thought.