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Chase had grasped his jeans, stretching out his leg in the door as he stared out from the compound's entrance. Burgeoning medical issues -- he groaned mentally, lung cancer much? -- and the issues between Sam and Wilson which just seemingly wouldn't go away weighed down on his mind and frustrated him beyond belief. Everything was frustrating. Dealing with Sirius was frustrating, praying Anna wouldn't scream this time was frustrating, this island was frustrating.
It was time for another run.
He stretched out his other hamstring, intending to head down to the beach because Sam had also gone missing surprisingly and where other place but the offending Hummer should he look? Besides, it was his day off and Foreman could handle the clinic more. He hopped slightly as he lost his balance, stretching out a little more. God knew the last thing he needed was a pulled muscle.
[ooc: yes, as y'all can see, his post from last night is gone. never happened, m'dears]
It was time for another run.
He stretched out his other hamstring, intending to head down to the beach because Sam had also gone missing surprisingly and where other place but the offending Hummer should he look? Besides, it was his day off and Foreman could handle the clinic more. He hopped slightly as he lost his balance, stretching out a little more. God knew the last thing he needed was a pulled muscle.
[ooc: yes, as y'all can see, his post from last night is gone. never happened, m'dears]