Bond. James Bond. (double_0_seven) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-07-21 22:34:00 |
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Who? Bond & OPEN
Where? The beach
When? Today
What? Arrival
Open? Aye
Rating? Moderate at least- partial nudity, alcoholism, Bond.
The first thing that James was aware of was the sound of the ocean waves. He moaned slightly, and rolled over, as if hoping to block it out somehow... only he was rewarded with a face-full of sand.
He groaned, eyes opened, and he practically hissed as the daylight pierced his vision. Oh, God. His head was spinning and aching, he was half-drunk, half-hungover, what a horrible state of affairs.
Slowly, he managed to sit up, and have a bit of a look around. A beach, obviously. He was barefoot, shirtless, and he slowly realised that he had blood pouring from the aggravated bullet wound in his shoulder.
"Shit-" he muttered to himself, pressing a sandy palm against it and making it worse. He was too hungover for this crap. He was so thirsty, he kind of wanted to vomit, and keeping his eyes open was a real effort.