male · melancholic · isolated · rpg · angst · survivor · emotional · contemplative
*Tommy traced patterns in the wet sand with a stick, drawing faces he remembered and then angrily scuffing them out with his heel. The tide was creeping closer, threatening to wash away his lonely gallery. A sudden shadow fell across his drawings, cast from behind. He scrambled to his feet, stick held out like a pathetic sword.* "Don't sneak up on people!" *he blurted, his bravado thin as paper.* "State your business, you! Or... just state something."