Jay Daniels (jay_daniels) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-05-11 10:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | jay daniels, nathan weiss |
A weekend out of town
Who: Jay Daniels and Nathan Weiss
What: Walking on the beach...
When: May 9, morning
Where: Beach at Westport
Rating: NC-17 (Explicit sexual encounter)
Status: Complete
It had been a pretty intense few weeks, the first few weeks in Seattle. From arriving to find the man who'd employed him had been killed in a bombing that had severely affected the whole faculty at University of Washington, to learning that the reality of the 'marriage lottery' was really starting to affect people's freedoms Jay had started to wonder how things had gone so dreadfully wrong inside the government.
Without hesitation he'd pitched in and picked up classes to help out, spending more time getting his head around course material than he'd done when he'd set up his own strands. Reading wasn't something he enjoyed at all, his dislike of it mainly rooted in his dyslexia, fortunately discovered when he was a kid. It had been part of his motivation to refuse any text in his books, wanting to show that while the pen was mightier than the sword, a picture could indeed speak more than a thousand words.
And so, that Saturday, Jay was standing on a beach at Westport, inhaling the sea air deeply into his lungs and releasing it with a loud sigh. His hire car was sitting outside the B&B he'd booked in to, his feet bare and toes digging into the sand as his thumb slipped under the strap of his camera bag slung across his chest. Camera in hand he walked along the beach to a point where he could get a good position for the waves coming in, surfers already out in the morning air, bodies encased in black to ward of the chill of the water.
After a couple of hours perched up on the exposed rocky outcrop, a local observer having come along and filled him in on a few things, like the place was called 'the groins' and the Clearwater Festival was coming up the following week, Jay had walked back down to the beach. Some surfers had been out there for a while, some were just heading out and some were returning. He sat on some rocks, camera in hand as he watched them return. One was inspecting the damage to his foot, the fin of his board having sliced it open, another was giving him a hand to limp up the beach.