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Arthur King (chasingphantoms) wrote in inpoormerit,

King rose early, as usual, and headed directly to the beach for his morning run, just as he'd done the day before. There was one good thing about this blasted island: the beach was quiet and perfect for a relaxing run. Consistency was a very important to King, and he'd fought through the dizziness and nausea of yesterday for the sake of clearing his head. It was strange, however, that he found it much harder to concentrate today than yesterday; the focus and clarity that sharpened his thoughts kept being interrupted by a whispered voice that seemed to call his name, causing him stop in his tracks and look around warily. Even stranger, he was sure that his room, which he'd taken great pains to organize just the way he liked it, had been rearranged. Only in small ways of course - a few books out of order, a piece of clothing on the floor instead of in the closet - but if he hadn't known better, he would've sworn someone was in his room last night.

King wasn't exactly a stranger to bizarre happenings, particularly after his nighttime escapades with his new friend and ally, Cooper. The presence of the makeshift graveyard bothered him, perhaps more than it should, especially given the presence of the impossibly large wolves from whose jaws the two men had narrowly escaped. But that graveyard... Perhaps it was the general unfamiliarity of the island, but for whatever reason the place had sent shivers up the spine of the ex-army man.

As he was nearing the end of his run (later than usual, unfortunately; he was a bit annoyed with himself for his lack of focus and therefore had extended his run), he noticed a woman emerging from the ocean, probably just finishing a swim. Because he hadn't done as much socializing as he would've liked the day before, opting instead for some private reflection and solo exploration, topped by his midnight rambles with Coop, he quickly decided to introduce himself. Jogging closer, he slowed to a brisk walk, waving as he approached.

"Good morning," he said in a friendly tone. "How's the water?" King had been considering a swim himself, but the lure of a run was much stronger. Perhaps later in the day when it was hotter he'd dip into the water himself.