Post by Jusuchin Panjirinanu on Oct 10, 2006 7:54:56 GMT 12
"Ouch. F.uck. Oh, f.uck you. Ow."
He had scooped food into his mouth, when he mused about this. "The guy doesn't want me at all. Screw it." He finshed the food at hand, and grabed the bag, slightly forgetting that the pouch of Magnesium, Iron, and water had heated up to a tempreture of one hundred degrees fahrenheit.
"Godd.amnsonnovab.itch!" He yelled, as he dropped the MRE heater. Heated water and some of the food came out. He looked at the two, before sighing and removed the knife from his sheath. He started to pick at the plastic coating that kept his trunk sealed, removing large parts of it, before removing enough to open the trunk.
"You know, I came here with the intent of wandering around, looking for my family. But if you two are the Cigarette's representatives, it seems I may just go to the other tribes, or live near the Goverment's watched border." He said, as he got one of the crossbows assembled. He grabbed a lenght of rope, and upon closing the trunk, tied the rope around it to make a makeshift strap, turning the trunk into a sort of backpack. He had removed a few MREs from the trunk, and tossed it towards them.
"So what. You still hate me not to allow me into the tribe?" He aimed this question mainly at the other guy, the one he had subdued only moments before.
What was he really thinking, Edward thought to himself. The person had a sort of fatherly complex goign on. The other guy was the true enigma. What was behind the f.ucking smile? He could be trouble. He could have him diced and his possessions taken to deepen the rift between the other kids.
He sighed once more, and taking care not to sit on any nails, sat on the ledge. He looked again at the headquarters. The only sense of civilization in an uncivilized island.
"So what will it be?"
He had scooped food into his mouth, when he mused about this. "The guy doesn't want me at all. Screw it." He finshed the food at hand, and grabed the bag, slightly forgetting that the pouch of Magnesium, Iron, and water had heated up to a tempreture of one hundred degrees fahrenheit.
"Godd.amnsonnovab.itch!" He yelled, as he dropped the MRE heater. Heated water and some of the food came out. He looked at the two, before sighing and removed the knife from his sheath. He started to pick at the plastic coating that kept his trunk sealed, removing large parts of it, before removing enough to open the trunk.
"You know, I came here with the intent of wandering around, looking for my family. But if you two are the Cigarette's representatives, it seems I may just go to the other tribes, or live near the Goverment's watched border." He said, as he got one of the crossbows assembled. He grabbed a lenght of rope, and upon closing the trunk, tied the rope around it to make a makeshift strap, turning the trunk into a sort of backpack. He had removed a few MREs from the trunk, and tossed it towards them.
"So what. You still hate me not to allow me into the tribe?" He aimed this question mainly at the other guy, the one he had subdued only moments before.
What was he really thinking, Edward thought to himself. The person had a sort of fatherly complex goign on. The other guy was the true enigma. What was behind the f.ucking smile? He could be trouble. He could have him diced and his possessions taken to deepen the rift between the other kids.
He sighed once more, and taking care not to sit on any nails, sat on the ledge. He looked again at the headquarters. The only sense of civilization in an uncivilized island.
"So what will it be?"