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 Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 4:58 pm
 'This is a batshit insane idea,' Bjorn thought to himself as he slowly yet deliberately traversed a small dirt trail that weaved through rocks and trees at the base of the mountain ridge. Red rimmed green eyes looked up towards the towering heights of the peaks that he could see past the tops of the trees. Just how high had Frey expected him to climb? Bjorn was no wuss, but he didn't think he had the muscle or the willpower to climb mountains that well. Unless maybe he was chasing something or being chased, but that (hopefully) wouldn't be the case. The day had just passed the apex of heat and the red and white Namir was thankful it would only be getting cooler, though the air was quite pleasant at the moment. The light fell in soft greys and white yellows through the leaves in small patches, illuminating the twigs and pebbles scattered on the ground which was slowly turning into rocky foothills. It was very pretty and peaceful out here. Even if the whole thing with Meth turned out to be a bust, at least he'd have a nice afternoon of walking through the terrain that was rougher the he was used to. At that, his minded wandered towards the thought of Meth. What exactly was he supposed to say to the anthro? 'Hi, I'm your stalker, I can't help it, it's hereditary?' The thought was absurd but inadvertently caused Bjorn to crack a smile and chuckle lightly. His laugh and his voice sounded very similar to his father's, though of course it plenty distinguishable; no two people, human or Namrah, sounded exactly alike. Bjorn took his eyes from the scenery to casually survey the area for the pink mass he wasn't supposed to know should be there, and began to wonder if he came to the right place.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:28 pm
 Though he was confused, Með Blóðnasir was content with the place he was sent. He'd grown up in the mountains with his friend Blomst, so he was rather used to the terrain, thin air, and the cold breeze that would be kicking in as the night arrived. He sighed, gazing at the veiw from a top of a boudler on a rather steep mountain side. He wondered why he'd been sent here by his best friend/drinking buddy/last person he had a one night stand with, Niraj, especially after his long night of drinking by himself. Though usually it was with Niraj, Niraj had gained a new special some one, Með was left alone to be his lonely, single self. He sighed, looking around, knowing Niraj this would be some meeting of some sort. Niraj was always trying to get him to hook up with somebody.
His tail waved, as he watched a bird, flutter around from branch to branch. Sitting still, he wondered why so many people picked on him one moment, and then the next, they were trying to do nice stuff. It wasn't something he would hold against somone, he had as much fun with it as they did.
Sighing, he looked to his feet, seeing the bird sitting there, looking up at him curiously. He smiled, reaching out to the bird, though it flew away. Frowning, Með withdrew his arm, and curled his hair behind his ear. Typical, getting scared of him. Everyone assumed he was so creepy and into weird kinky stuff because all he wore was a hat and a sash. He didn't mind it though, he was used to it. He twitched, as a small gust of wind drifted by, shifting his hat slightly, before the wind blew harder, totally knocking it off. He cursed under his breath and hopped up, chasing the tophat as it floated away. He almost effortlessly hopped down from the boulderand ran along the steep, rocky face as he chased the hat down. He smiled, as he gained on it, and finally as it stopped, falling against a certain mostly white namir's feet. He stopped running, slowly approaching the other male, thinking he recognized him. Bending over, he grabbed the hat, putting it on his head, and he smiled charmingly, "Thank you, for, you know, standing there."
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:52 pm
Stopped and sitting, Bjorn was staring and lost in thought, his strawberry blonde hair tousled slightly as the wind began to pick up. Everything was wiped clean for a moment as he spaced out, staring off into the distant mass of land that was the island of Namiah, not focusing on anything in particular. A small tap against his forepaws nudged him back to reality and he shook his head slightly at the sudden reoccurrence of thought. 'Oooh, free hat,' was the first thing he thought upon seeing the black top hat before he realized it was being retrieved by a striped pink and white arm. Green eyes flickered up and Bjorn involuntarily gulped when he saw Meth suddenly standing so close. 'When did he get there?' He thought fleetingly to himself before conjuring an actual response. "Heroes are often simply in the right place at the right time," He said with a foolish grin in a sad attempt to break the ice with purposefully bad humor. Standing up and letting an appropriate pause pass, Bjorn returned the smile with one that was more charismatic than he gave himself credit for. "You're... Meth, right?" Haha, as if he didn't have his name practically tattooed on his heart. "I'm Bjorn, you live with my father and one of my sisters, Jonas and Louise." The red and white Namir willed the remainder of his friendly smile to dissipate as not to seem over eager to speak with the magenta hued anthro.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 9:12 pm
Though still confused, Með's suspitions were almost confirmed at the sight of a nother being, especially a male being, in the area. If Bjorn was a female, Með would think that it was an intervention. He still smiled, though, as he listened to Bjorn speak. It was an odd smile, half flirtatious, incase this really was a date, but half forbading, like the sort of smile you would give at a wedding you didn't care about, or a funeral. 'Yes...funeral seems more appropriate.' He nodded when Bjron spoke of Jonas and Louise, "Yes, I know them...nice people..." He sighed, "Jonas has been a good friend since I was a child." Helaughed, "Not like your dad is old or anything!"
Hooking his thumb to the sash around his torso, like one would with their pants pockets, Með sighed, "So, what brings you here?" He asked, "Business? Pleasure? Perhaps you are taking a hike?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 8:45 pm
The red and white male laughed in return, though it wasn't clear if it was from genuine amusement or politeness. "No no, it's okay. He's my dad, I'm supposed to think he's old. And..." Bjorn trailed off as he considered his options for answering the question. "Yeah, I'm hiking. How'd you know?" Ah, feigning ignorance. Also known as lying. 'Well, technically it wasn't lying,' Bjorn thought, 'since I didn't actually say anything that wasn't the truth. Hence, not a lie.' He didn't know for sure how Meth knew what he was doing. Maybe it was a guess, maybe Niraj told him, maybe he was clued in by the fact that Bjorn was walking around seemingly for recreation which was the definition of hiking, it could have been a lot of things. His mind skipped around a little, and eventually wandered over to thinking if it was as obvious to Meth as it had been to him that this was supposed to be some sort of blind date. Bjorn vaguely wondered if Meth was the type of person to be pissed off about being set up, even if it was for something 'good'. Then he wondered if spider monkeys felt remorse. 'Okaaay... time to stop musing and focus on the task at hand.' He thought to himself, and shook his head ever so slightly to assist in banishing the thought.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:43 am
"Oh...okay...I suppose you are...but he's really not that old." He sighed, thinking to himself, while partly listening to Bjorn. "Nmn, I don't know...I just guessed. Most people who actually come up here either live here or are hiking. And...well, I don't think you live here...there aren't any houses...or caves...or...carboard boxes or other means of...shelter." Með sighed, embarassed, thinking that he'd already made a fool of himself. He sighed, playing with a lock of his hair that was hanging from under his hair. "Well...uh..." He thought for a moment, "I'm hiking too...I guess. Where are you planning on going...maybe if you're going the same place I am, we can go together? Hikings always better with someone to talk to...but...I mean, it's also good to go alone, so if you want to go alone then whatever..." He mentally cursed at himself for being such a freaky dumbass, no wonder everyone called him CPG: Creepy Pink Guy. And though he really didn't want to seem so creepy, he figured it'd be a good chance to see if this was a blind date or not.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 6:14 pm
'Cardboard boxes are fun to play in when you're a kit... Damn it, what'd we say about focusing?!' "I'm not going anywhere in particular," He said aloud to derail the distracting train of thought. "It's a nice day so I was just going to wander around. Where are you going?" In truth, Bjorn had never really been to the more mountain areas of Namiah before, so he didn't really know where there was to go. Most of his life Bjorn had stuck to the more heavily wooded areas of the forests because it was easy to avoid people in there. He'd found areas where the little woodland critters would not go and it was completely silent. He'd never seen any living creatures in the trees there other than the occasional beetle, but Bjorn assumed there was something dangerous lurking in the shadow of the leaves that the birds and squirrels knew to avoid. That, or there wasn't any food there they liked and therefore had no reason to be there. He didn't care either way, Bjorn had a penchant for climbing in trees and jumping through the branches. The less critters to get in his way (and likely make him fall to the ground), the better.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 7:14 pm
Meth smiled, "Yeah...me neither..." He sighed, "Actually, to tell you the truth, I was told to come here by one of my friends..." He fidgeted, "But, I agreed to come, because, I actually used to live here when I was a kid...I wanted to see if anything had changed, because a lot of times things do...but, I guess mountains aren't really good to live on, so, nothing has changed...at all." He thought back to his childhood, a little pink, careless and nearly naked thing who hung out with another, little pink, careless, and totally naked thing. Though, with his friend Blomst, it didn't matter, normal namrah don't usually wear clothes. He remembered that he and the mute would run around, jumping from rock to rock, playing tag or something else that was incredibly stupid and juvinile. Sometimes, they'd find interesting little creatures. Blomst would always write that Meth was the only one who could understand him, without him having to write, and Meth, who was secretly gay even then, had sometimes hoped for a future with Blomst, but Blomst eventually found a female who also understood him. Meth sighed at the thought, "Uhm...anyways, you want to get started?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 7:00 pm
There was a distinct aura of morosity to Meth's behavior, Bjorn figured he picked up on it because of all the sighing. "Sure, no time like the present!" He said cheerily, hoping it would somehow transfer over to the pink anthro. With that, he turned and started to walk the direction Meth had come from. This seemed to be going okay so far. No one was screaming, nothing was in flames, everyone still had all their limbs. Yes, definitely going okay. Bjorn paused in his steps and looked over his shoulder at the other male. "Did you like living up here when you were littler?" He asked, an innocent enough question. "The view is nice, but it must have been scary when the weather was bad."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:18 am
Meth shrugged, "'Course..." He said with a light chuckle. "No time like the present..." His voice trailed off, he was certainly much happier as a child then he was now. He followed after Bjorn thinking glumly of his past and wondering how it lead to him being a mostly alchoholic, creepy hermit that most people would rather make fun of then be his friend. Even his friends were mean to him! He flicked an ear at Bjorn, "Uh...it was nice. It was certainly different. I mean, I liked it better than living in forest, it was certainly less crowded. Sure, the storms were scarier than they were down there but, up here, you have caves and stuff like that and those make for good shelter against some pretty hardcore storms..."
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