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Saliru rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:44 am
Poor Ami's pleas went unheeded; she was still stuck to Rin and forced to suffer in mostly-silence. Rin's rapt attention was flung elsewhere; Rep's 'look look' the center of that attention - which quickly shifted to the cooler of junk food.
Before Ami had a chance to oppose that too; Rin was already dragging her along with wide hungry gaze fixed. She grabbed herself a damn soda and attempted to steal a log and sit to chug the soda back like nothing. Not even heeding what should have been a warning about the bathroom situation.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:26 am
The way she had shut down on him made him smirk a little broader, it just piqued his curiosity further than before and assured him there probably was much more to find out. But he was patient when it came to finding out what people were like, patient and persistent - undeterred by minor setbacks.
"City and shithole." he stated matter-of-factly. He even had to agree that it was about as far from a ranch as one could possibly get. "But aye, it was always about just surviving day to day."
The smell of the roasting marshmallows was exotic and wonderful to Rep, he'd always had a very serious sweet tooth but had never tasted campfire food, certainly not marshmallows or smores. His first stop was a can of soda -which proved a real feat to open with one hand - that he sipped approvingly.
He was about to ask Petra if she knew how to toast marshmallows when the question of bathing came up.
Whatever contented sugary thoughts he'd been entertaining vanished.
His smile completely disappeared and it was like he'd just looked into the abyss of hell itself. It took him a few long and mortified moments before he could even voice the sheer level of disapproval he felt at this suggestion, eventually manage to say nothing more than. "Nope. Nope nope." With a frantic shake of his head. To his dismay it seemed like Killzone wasn't going to save him from the mental images and horror as he all but enabled the death huntress. Rep wilted - and then wilted even more at the realisation that even going for a slash was going to be a complete ordeal.
"I'm not ******** going anywhere near bathing right?" he standoffishly growled at Petra, asserting himself as best he could - determined if he put his foot down he wouldn't have to. "So toast me some ******** marshmallows and forget that idea."
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Bilious rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:10 am
Jerry fumbled one-handed as he followed Jason's instructions and soon enough their fortress against the impending Darkness was standing and looked, surprisingly enough to him, sound. He was starting to get nervous about the whole thing, when Killzone motioned everyone over for food-stuffs. At the sight of an honest-to-goodness real Campfire, he struggled to swing his guitar around from his back. Then he realized he had no use of one of his hands, which could prove to be entirely problematic... His face upon realizing this was the saddest. At least until an idea occurred to him. Jerry turned to his 'partner', a smile working across his face as he pushed (difficult with the strap across his shoulders) the guitar onto Jason's lap the moment they had sat down with the others, "You can strum, right? I'll handle the chords, don't worry!" Food could wait a song a two as far as Jerry was concerned. Jason: 6 Jerry: 9 Difference: 3 poke mattix Dice difference can be Jason's insisting on food, or their guitar prowess I leave that up to you XD
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:22 am
Well, s**t.
They'd figure out the tents eventually. Or see about crashing somewhere else. It wasn't like they weren't used to shared spaces.
"Maybe after I get some food," Harrison said, "and time to think on it."
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bipolar bee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:24 am
It would soon become very obvious that food was simply not going to be in the stars tonight.
While the marshmallows were placed on the stick with relative ease, Sasha let out a soft cry of despair as they oozed from the stick to slop sullenly into the fire's embers.
"I've never done this before, and it seems like a really terrible way to cook food."
Her mood was turning dangerously sour again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:31 am
Harrison just watched until his hotdog burst into flames, then blew it out impassively, crunching on the end.
"...You want me to do yours?" he offered.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:35 am
Sasha grunted and gave him a 'by all means' sort of gesture with her hand, all the while eyeing the charred remains of the hot dog that he held.
Whatever; she was starving by this point.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:42 pm
Harrison stabbed the hotdog with maybe a little more force than necessary, and rolled it over the fire.
Surprisingly, what he handed Sasha was an entirely normal, slightly browned hotdog.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:47 pm
Sasha gave a dry grunt and eyed the charred remains of the hotdog he'd made for himself. It was a sad and pathetic excuse for food compared to the delicious hot dog crafting he'd just accomplished.
"Want half?"
If there was a way to feel too annoyed to fight, that's exactly how Sasha was feeling. Resignation.
"You'll have to rip your own piece off if you do."
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:50 pm
"I like them this way," was all the explanation Harrison offered, giving the withered dog another crunch.
He proceeded to do the same thing to a marshmallow.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:52 pm
In a most unladylike fashion, Sasha basically inhaled her hotdog. Once she was finished, she reached for a marshmallow.
It came out a little darker than expected, but at least it was relatively edible.
"You thirsty?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 1:08 pm
Harrison gave her half a dry smile, sandwiching the fat, burned marshmallow with chocolate. "You gonna get up and get me a drink?"
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chiickadee rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 1:42 pm
Ami stared in horror as Rin chugged a soda, her eyes flicking back and forth from the can to the dolphin flag. Oh no. If that was going in, it would have to come out ... and that meant.
Well there was nothing she could do. They'd both have to go to the bathroom at some point, there was absolutely no reason to throw a hissy fit over it. She calmly rolled out a set of hot dogs and put one on a stick to roast.
She took a bottle of water and politely sipped it, in comparison to Rin's rollicking chug. "You'll dehydrate yourself," she said. Might as well warn Rin now.
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x_Nata_x rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 4:07 pm
His childlike wonder for all things camping was almost endearing. Almost. She almost forgot how he'd almost had sex on Clarice's desk and reduced her husband to a state of depression/mental scarring too, but some almosts didn't quite cut it. In this instance, it was definitely that devious smirk that killed it for her. But if nothing else, at the very least it was amusing to watch his fascination, the death trainee cocking her head to the side as he ultimately settled with a soda first, fumbling one-handedly with the can. Petra had waited patiently for Rep to ask her to help him open the can of soda, a little surprised when it didn't come, and even more so when he didn't spill it all over himself in the process, her attention refocusing on the spread of hotdogs. Reaching for one, she paused as she once again noticed the mud still ground into her palm, rubbing her fingers together with a mildly dissatisfied look, one which was instantly appeased by Killzone's beaming response.
Or at least, slightly appeased. There was relief in her gaze, but it was a hollow victory, one laced with terrible thoughts of wet clothes. And if not wet clothes, than partial nudity, and ******** EVERYTHING if she was going THAT route. Oh well, at least she would get the chance to wash her hands, splash some water on the back of her neck... and then Killzone went on to remind them that if they had to go to the restroom, they had to do it... together.
She gave Rep an incredulous look when he made a bigger fuss about the bathing part, extending her free hand to show him how dirty it was before rolling her eyes again, dismissing it as a lost cause. Giving him a dark look clearly announced that she had ABSOLUTELY no intentions of getting naked in front of him, she grabbed a water bottle instead, holding it awkwardly between her knees as she poured some onto her dirty hand. Only then did she slide two hotdogs and three marshmallows onto the roasting stick, placing it firmly in his hand. If nothing else, she would at least teach Rep how to camp.
This wasn't the end of the bathing thing, but she could be patient.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 5:12 pm
Rep and bathing didn't get along much. Given free reign he did very little of it, and had spent his first few weeks on the island bathing only in the sea to avoid the embarrassment of communal showers. In a relationship, he now only did it out of courtesy for bedmates. A grubby hand, as far as he was concerned just added gritty flavour to whatever you were eating.
"Camping's kind of like ******** living in that bunker. Only with more animals and better food." he mused aloud. The only edge the bunker had on this godforsaken jungle was that at least in the bunker he wasn't chained to anyone else.
It was really hard to stay irritable when there were marshmallows right under his nose though, just the anticipation of getting to eat them enough to kick his bad mood clear out of the ball park. There would be plenty of time for bitching incessantly later, when he had to do something he wasn't keen on. Right now it was for the most part, preaching to the choir.
"The bunker was some ******** dire times. No privacy ******** anywhere at all - worst time of my life. Least it makes this seem tolerable."
He tried itching with the can in his hand before having to put it down to scratch his shoulder irritably. "******** bugbites man. Not even been here long and already lunch for like half this ******** jungle. I bet I get malaria and die. Here lies Rep, murdered by wee b*****d midgies." At least for whatever reason, there seemed to be less of them around the fire.
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