Jamie Madrox (multiplexx) wrote in xmi_ic, @ 2009-10-26 13:18:00 |
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Narrative
Who: Jamie Madrox
Where: The beach
When: Monday afternoon
What: Narrative - thoughtful Jamie
Warnings: None
Jamie walked down to the beach after administering his postponed mid-term and doing some stuff around the office. He needed to get out, to be under open skies, as much as he usually avoided it. Being on the beach, at least, didn't make him homesick for the farm. It was a whole different world, a whole different kind of open sky. He peeled off his light heather blue tee shirt and stuck it down the back of his blue and grey board shorts. His thong sandals sifted the sand under him as he walked to the far side of the island, mostly facing the ocean and not the mainland. He needed to catch some sun. He'd been looking mighty pale after his stint at the infirmary and later bed rest in his own room, and he'd been needing some solitude.
Dear Sarah, bless her heart, had been hovering like crazy making sure he was alright. It was sweet of her, but an inactive Jamie was an ornery Jamie, for all that he kept his temper and his tongue in check, because it was Sarah, pretty much his only friend these days. And also because she was a girl. You can take the boy out of the Kansas farm, but you can't take the Kansas farmboy entirely out of the man. Jamie had made great strides towards that end, which wasn't necessarily a good thing, but some things remained. Like he'd never treat a girl the way he treated his guy friends. Which might explain why he didn't have any guy friends. He was friendly enough with Sam, which may possibly have something to do with the whole farmboy background, but no real deep friendships. Not any more. He hadn't allowed anyone to get close ever since he failed to protect Xavier from getting murdered, and he had already been pretty alienated before that.
He really wanted to jog and get all this crap and all these mopey thoughts out of his system. Jamie Madrox was not mopey. But he didn't want to catch any crap from Adam or Sarah about overdoing it, so he figured swimming was as low impact as he was going to get. He set his towel, sandals, shirt and shades down, and ran into the surf, diving under when it was deep enough. He swam laps about halfway out to the buoys and his mood changed to annoyance that he got tired so fast. He walked out of the water, and he had to keep pulling up his board shorts to stay decent. Not exercising had also made him start losing weight, and although he hadn't lost a lot of muscle mass in his upper body, his shorts were riding dangerously low on his now bony hips.
Come on, Jamie. Say no to crack. Damn, I should have worn my other shorts, with the drawstring.
Jamie managed to reach his towel while still clothed, somehow, and he stretched out on it, face up, to catch some rays. He didn't bring any sunscreen, but he figured the worst of the sun was done for the day, so he'd be alright. He draped an arm over his eyes and heaved a deep sigh, making inventory of just how out of shape he was. It made him feel old, although he was still a pretty young looking thirtysomething. But things that he would have bounced right back from in his early twenties, he actually felt now. No way would he have been so run down by something like this ten years ago. If this was like this now, he wasn't looking forward to his forties or, God forbid, fifties. He never thought he'd live that long, but then again, he never thought he'd live past thirty either. Ugh. Best not to think about it too much. He'd be alright in a couple more days. Right? Right. He'd better be.