The beach / Open / Action
[Kira didn't feel right; he hadn't felt right all day. There had been something strange beating away inside his chest, an uncomfortable little sense that something was off, that his normal way of thinking wasn't, well, normal.
But he couldn't place it. He couldn't place the restlessness, or the irritability that gnawed away at the back of his mind.
So he'd come to the beach, sitting shirtless on the sand, staring out at the simulated surf (was it simulated? He wasn't sure how the waves were generated, now that he thought about it), and hoping that the relentless crash of the waves would soothe his mind.