Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-29559990-20160719223624

Jack had decided against heading back to the bar, seeing as how one man with a bat facing an entire army of security guards and drunk bar-brawlers was not a situation he wished to be in.

He now sat on the beach once again, looking out into the sea and watching the birds circle above. His dad would always take him down here and tell him everything there was to know about whatever birds were there on that day.

If Nicholas Foley were still here, Jack thought, he would be furious to see the current state of his diner. So much money and time had been put into building that place up, so much blood and sweat poured into making it one of the hottest spots in all of the Aloha Islands... and now, it was gone. All of that effort, dumped into a hole and left to rot. So that some asswipe could turn it into a whore house.

He plunged his fist down into the sand to alleviate some of the anger. It was futile, however. Within him, the rage was building up. His mind raced with all the horrid things he could do to the men in there. All the ways he could end their miserable, pathetic existences while putting them through as much agony as his two hands would allow. The urge to kill was demanding that he stand up and go destroy the nearest living creature...

But then he looked down, and saw something tiny next to his leg. A winged creature, with yellow-spotted brown feathers and legs no larger than a toothpick. This creature, he recognized as a Golden Plover.

It cocked it's head and took a cautious stepped forward. Golden Plovers, Jack remembered, his dad liked the most. He never knew why his father was so fond of these creatures.

Jack raised his fist to smash the creature in his fit of rage, but he stopped just as his arm reached the peak. The bird cocked it's head curiously at Jack, and took another step forward.

For just a moment, his stare met the black orbs of the birds, and felt pity for the thing. They weren't all that different, he thought. Innocent, unsure, and facing something that was absurdly larger than himself...

Instead of bringing his fist down on the bird, he stretched out his finger and put it down gently in the sand. The bird graciously stepped on with an adorable tweet and the ruffling of it's feathers.

"Hi there..." Jack said with a slight chuckle.