<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w448/KalebHyde/fad1f4a2-df8a-4eb4-90ef-c75031f52927_zpsc360e945.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Jackson 'Jax' Wolfe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10436739#msg10436739)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Alexandra O'Callahan<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Beach<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday, August 1, after dark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>black board shorts<br/><hr/>The snap and pop of a small bonfire was the only sound competing with the ocean waves in Jackson's little chosen piece of the sand this night, the night before the new arrival.  Come tomorrow, the beach would be filled by tourists looking for good times and memories they could secret away yet cherish.  To steal a phrase, it was often fitting to say what happens at Bekamor, stays at Bekamor.  Before all of this, however, Jax would savor one last night of relative peace and calm.<br/><br/>Alongside Jax rested his well worn acoustic guitar.  It was used when he first bought it but, over time, it had become a sort of companion so the thought of buying something newer or nicer just didn't occur to him.  Besides, he was little more than an average player even after the numerous hours of practice.  Still, he had spent many nights like this simply strumming away yet tonight his friend lay silent.  Jax seemed to lack that spark of inspiration despite the beauty the ocean at night provided with the moonlight shimmering, becoming one for only those few hours.<br/><br/>Jax was not what most would consider a spiritual person, but there was just something about this time of night.  The ocean was different at night.  During the day, the water was so often filled with people, most showing little but disrespect to their surroundings.  At night, though, the ocean became its own rolling beast of nature.  Jax sometimes felt a kinship in this though he'd be quick in attempt to shrug it off.  On rare occasion, if he allowed his thoughts to flow onward, he could see the moonlight as a beautiful woman come to tame and control the beast, ride atop it for those few fleeting hours before the dawn.<br/><br/>Jax shook his head to clear his mind, thinking he must have been remembering some fractured portion of an old wives tale.  His hand would smooth over the beach blanket he had brought along in case he decided to sleep under the stars.  He did have a place within the staff cottages but so often he found the night ocean breeze too enticing to resist.  Stretching out his massive frame, he shifted with intention of taking a rest for the night.<br/>