27 August 2017

completelycrazy: hah i won (science • unscientific aside:)
[Katara will find Newt sitting on the beach, leaned back with his hands in the sand so he can look up at the stars. Eventually, he'll head back and make the rounds, say goodbye to people, pass on his final theories, or... whatever. For now, he doesn't really care about any of that. The silence is nice. The breeze sweeping in over the ocean is nice.

It'd be a hell of a lot nicer if he could do this again tomorrow night, but, well. He'll take what he can get.]
completelycrazy: bout to be blacklight scavenger hunt time (neutral • aw ye)
[God, what a mess of a trial that was... Newt got out of there pretty quickly after he'd been sentenced to death, but now he's wishing he would've hung around to at least get the details. He'd love to have something, anything to think about that isn't his impending death. If he had gotten some information out of Battler or Jack, maybe... His friends could've used his brain for one more night, at least.

But then: Being alone for the moment is nice too. He's sitting on the beach, playing idly with the sand as he stares out across the water. He wonders how far he could get if he started swimming. Maybe he should just get the inevitable over with, but... He's not brave enough for that.

He'll make the rounds, eventually. Say goodbye to his friends, pass along words of wisdom, or... whatever. This is okay, though, for the moment. This is kind of nice. Kind of.]
completelycrazy: figure out wtf this shot is even from (neutral • i can't for the life of me)
[Newt desperately needed a break from people after the trial. The beach is quiet enough--he's tempted to go further, maybe check out the cave or the jungle because who cares? He's going to die anyway.

But he has people he wants to say goodbye to first. Not now, but... in a little bit, after he's collected his thoughts. For now, he's just standing on the beach, looking out at the water.]
completelycrazy: had a very good day (sad • i haven't exactly)
[Newt is laying on the beach. He doesn't know what else to do with himself, and... Well, at least he can see the stars. They aren't his stars, but they're better than nothing. He wishes he had his mp3 player to take his mind off of things. It probably wouldn't even work, though, and the quiet isn't so bad. The quiet is kind of nice after that trial, actually.

He has people he should talk to before... Well, before, seeing as there isn't much "after" left for him. But... For now, he just wants to lay here. He has enough "later" to make the rounds eventually, right? It's not like he'll get much sleep tonight. What's the point?]