Who: Jake and Mitchell Where: Outside, on the way to the doors What: ...Aggressive negotiations? When: Monday Rating: TBD Open: Noooo Status: WIP
This island was determined to drive him insane, it seemed. Whether it was taking Neytiri from him, filling his mind with fog that took weeks to clear, or now switching him with Mitchell and cursing him with a hunger that nothing would touch so that it became all he could think about, it seemed to think he needed pushed to breaking point as often as possible. Or so it seemed in his slightly addled mind.
He had a plan. Sort of. He had to get off the island, first of all. He had to go through a door and get to somewhere that he didn't know anyone, and then he could find a handful of people, feed a little bit from all of them and then that would sort things out. Then, hunger under control, he could go back to the island and be okay around people again, and nobody would be hurt (much). It seemed a workable plan. He'd thought it out as he walked through the town, sunglasses firmly in place, heading nowhere in particular but he wasn't all that surprised when he found himself walking towards the Doors.