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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:25 pm
It was then that Mark, nearly dead from asphyxiation, stood straight bold upright, his special boxer-less front covered conveniently by Jake's line of sight.
He began madly checking his coat (which was still on), and then eyes wild, started searching madly in the snow, pants forgotten, leaving a lot exposed. And it wasn't even night time yet.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:31 pm
"I'm - OOF-" Before he could answer Peyton, Lucky ended up being shoved face-first in the snow, flailing around and sending papers everywhere.
"I HEARD THAT," came a muffled response from the snowdrift directed very specifically to Gale.
Lucky dug himself free just in time to see Jake holding a pair of pants and Mark standing above them not wearing them. It didn't take much to connect the dots. The pursuit of Gale was temporarily on hold.
"Why, uh..." He was holding up one hand to try and block out the unwanted view, looking at Jake from around his fingers. It was hard to formulate a question here, at least one he was sure he wanted an answer to. "Why do you have Mark's pants?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:32 pm
Despite trying REALLY hard, Chester couldn't help but snicker mid-sentence.
No. ********. Way. I came out here to TRAIN not ******** stare at some guy's drunk a**.
FIRST OF ALL he shouldn't have been THAT ******** DRUNK in the first place SECOND OF all this doesn't concern me AT ALL.
Despite saying this, Jake turned around just to see said drunk hunter wasn't ACTUALLY dead and... immediately regretted it.
OF course. OF ******** COURSE.
Turning his head away out of respect/disgust, Jake huffed.
"Mark for ******** SAKE MAN put some GODDAMN PANTS ON."
He totally didn't forget that he was the reason Mark was even butt-naked below the waist in the first place.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:33 pm
Jake gave Lucky the DIRTIEST LOOK he could muster.
"None of your ******** business."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:35 pm
Though it was still unclear if they were making snow angels or not, Caroline's eyes lit up with recognition when Mark emerged from the snow. His lack of pants didn't seem to bother her, but she wasn't paying particular attention either. "Well, s**t." A loud, abrupt bark of laughter punctuated her words. "Look who it is! Lose your adventure map again, cowboy? You know--pockets help best when you're wearing them."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:36 pm
Marcus had arrived on the snow scene.
Earmuffs on.
Apathy apparent.
Hot chocolate with hot sauce in a mug.
Marcus wished he could have been evicted from the island sometimes.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:41 pm
Mark stood up - Jake's positioning once conveniently covering up what could easily get the writer flagged for inappropriate inappropriateness - and gawked at Caroline, having managed to fetch three of his eight cellphones from the snow. "Wait, h- how did you know about the map?"
He paused for a second and then squinted. This did nothing to improve his looks. "Wait a second, don't I know you?"
A second later the thought pockets occurred and he belatedly tried to put his hands in his pant pockets - and missed. A thought occurred, and it went something like this: he was cold, he had no pant pockets, and he was missing two cell phones. He looked down. "Oh my god, I'm having the naked dream again."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:45 pm
Elio had arrived and he regretted it the second he saw Mark being... well.
"This is not Christmas Miracle people wished for here I hope. Is not an American thing?" He hoped it wasn't.
He really hoped it wasn't.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:46 pm
Jake only WISHED this was a dream.
He would have loved to be in bed right now. And warm. And DRY. And not staring at Mark's frozen junk.
"This ain't a dream Mark YOUR PANTS ARE ON THE DAMN FLOOR."
Or snow. Still the same.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:47 pm
"Uh-huh." Lucky bit his lip to stifle a laugh at Jake's expense, and turned toward Mark. He quickly realized his mistake, and settled for staring at the space above and slightly next to Mark instead. "Mark? Why does he have your pants?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:52 pm
"You sure do!" With a wink, Caroline reached to tap Mark's nose in a cheerful boop. "You'd know me better from another life, I guess. I'm not the kind you'd forget, but--hey, look! Got plenty of people around for that adventure now. It'll be easy to find a third. Or more!" She waved to everyone else nearby, but made no attempts to explain to them what she was on about.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:54 pm
Mark simply held one hand up towards Lucky, sort of like the stop sign hand. "Look dream-Lucky, I've told you this so many times, but we can't dream make out, it would just never work out between the two of us."
He finally, casually picked up his pants, and spent a grand total of two minutes searching in each pocket for his cellphones. Both of them were there. He then put them carefully back into each pocket and patted his pants gently in the snow.
With the general calmness of someone who came to terms with their lucid dreaming, Mark gazed up at everyone, counting the number of heads before frowning. "Wait who are you guys again?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:56 pm
Dillon was passing by thinking about sandwiches. Or a nice hot dog.
He looked at Mark.
Nevermind, sandwiches it is...
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:59 pm
Immediately, the Death assistant touched his nose, and then looked at Caroline. Something was dawning in his expression now, and making a very slow process from one side of the brain to there and back again. "I guess we do," was his slow reaction to Caroline, as he tried to figure out what could possibly be so important.
Very slowly, just in case, he began to reach for his pants, slowly using them to cover up his front. "Um, just to make sure, I am, like, dreaming right? Because either this is going to end in a hot threesome, or I really am freezing my a** off in the snow without my pants."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 11:08 pm
Shu seldom saw snow in her birthplace, so she went outside to maybe build a snowman. She wore enough, pink earmuffs on, sub-tropical region habitat was not used to that coldness.
Then, she spotted people gathered, wondered if there was a snow fight before she saw their Death Assistant NOT WEARING ANYTHING ON HIS BOTTOM - wait - he used a pair of pants to just cover his bottom.
"Mark, are you drunk?" She asked in a concerned manner.
Of course she won't be thinking he was thinking for a possible threesome on the snowfield risking the danger of getting a cold. "You'll get sick!" The Asian didn't know what game that was, maybe it's something similar to stripping Mahjong?
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