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Post by demonfire on May 28, 2008 16:15:00 GMT -5
As he was singing, the small, scuttling noises of a centipede-bird were, if only for a moment before ceasing. The momentary silence was followed by the noise of wood being stabbed and a small shrieking noise. The centipede-bird on the side of the log where San was was now stuck in a wood and knife shish-kabob. He ripped his knife out of the and grabbed the centipede-bird-thing. In a lazy toss he threw it away from the small R&R spot.
Matt wiped off green insect guts from his knife upon the ground before sheathing Canine once more. "Annoying bug," he said before he went back to staring at the forest's canopy.
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Post by Sea on May 28, 2008 16:47:49 GMT -5
A quiet murkur escaped the now-sleeping San. She rolled over, and was still again. She was talking in her sleep about rather pointless things.. monkies, bananas, ice cream, fish n chips... Fish and chips! She began to rant on about them, how they were amazing, about how she could live off them for years. She woke up suddenly. "Matt, why do you people put perfectly good fish and chips in newspaper?"
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Post by demonfire on May 28, 2008 17:54:30 GMT -5
"Well, why do you people erect a monument for George Washington that looks like it should be for Hugh Hefner?" Matt answered with his own rhetorical question. "People do weird stuff. Don't question it," he said it as he turned over on his side, now facing San.
((Meh, sorry it's short *shrugs*))
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Post by Sea on May 28, 2008 18:01:11 GMT -5
San nodded slowly. "Like how old people are always like 'Would you like some horseradish'? But no one likes horseradish, so why ask?" ( SHORTER! >D)
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Post by demonfire on May 28, 2008 18:14:56 GMT -5
"Yeah."
((Pwned!))
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Post by Sea on May 28, 2008 18:25:02 GMT -5
"Hm." (PWNED!)
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Post by demonfire on May 28, 2008 18:43:47 GMT -5
((Touche...>> <<))
"Well, now that that little who can say the least words in a single post is done," he paused as his stomach growled like the wolf he was, "I need some food." He got off his log and grabbed the gas mask off of San first by the straps in the back. He put it on and took a deep breath and instantly seemed and felt better. The filtered oxygen did wonders for him, mostly considering his unneeded want for it.
He fitted his boonie hat over it, and now looked like the Matt that was somewhat known.
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Post by Sea on May 28, 2008 18:55:19 GMT -5
San looked at him for a moment, before standing as well. "Is there a stream nearby? I crave fish," said San, her eyes glittering with more felinity then usual. Not bother is 'felinity' was even a word or if it means what she thinks it means, San proceeded to stand up, and look about. Maybe she could hear it.. she listened intently. She thought she heard something, so she walked forward, hand cupped around her ear and her head turned to the side. She fell when she tripped over a rock.
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Post by demonfire on May 28, 2008 19:11:24 GMT -5
"Don't trip," he said dryly after San had fell with a smirk on his face, although the gas mask blocked it from view, "Rocks tend to jump out at people. And fish? I need steak. Ribs. Something that I can sink my teeth into," Matt said with his mouth watering more than a water cooler.
The rock that San had tripped over nonchalantly gained crab legs that camouflaged into the environment and started crawling away at a snail's pace in order to not be noticed.
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Post by Sea on May 28, 2008 19:45:07 GMT -5
San got up, and found the rock was no longer there. She saw it a little farther away, and pounced, grabbing the rock and holding it up. "YES! PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN!" She suddenly froze, and looked back and forth shiftily, before taking a quick lick.
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Post by demonfire on May 29, 2008 15:59:00 GMT -5
"What in the bloody hell are you doin'?" Matt asked quizzically as he stared at the rock crab that had just become a rock again. He stared at her for a moment with an expression that asked if she really just did that, because not everyone licked rocks--at least, not anyone that Matt's known.
"I think you're still bonkers. I might end up having to carry you if y'keep this up," Matt said. Oh well, at least it wasn't an unconscious/dead body. Always a silver lining!
"Just, try and get away from this spot," he said as he attempted to grab San's arm and pull her with him.
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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 16:25:38 GMT -5
San followed him, but still clutched her rock. "But he moved! I swear he did! Just like in Pirates of the Caribbean! And Jack Sparrow licked the moving rock! So I had, too! And now I'm going to keep him! As my pet! Yes! I shall name him... what should I name him? Rocky is stupid.. Sparrow wouldn't work 'cuz he don't fly.. maybe.. what do you think, Matt?" She held the rock close to her face. She didn't deny being bonkers. And she had a rock! Like in Pirates of the Caribbean! "I know! I'll name it Beanie!" Suddenly, her hand dove into her pocket, and brought out a little glass jar filled with........ dirt. "And I got a jar of dirt, too! I got two things from Pirates of the Caribbean! I got a jar of diiiiiiiirt! I got a jar of diiiiiirt! And a moving rock! YES!" She was certainly having a moment.
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Post by demonfire on May 29, 2008 16:36:21 GMT -5
"Listen, Pirates of the Caribbean was a movie. There are no moving rocks or magical jars of dirt. You need to get out of the theatre and take a breath of fresh," Matt stopped and took in a deep breath, "air." He began following his makeshift markings of knife cuts he had left on the trees for him to find his way back without much trouble.
"I'm bringing you to the bloody nurse," Matt said as he pulled her by the arm.
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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 16:40:00 GMT -5
"Breath of fresh air? But you where a gas mask.. how can you get real fresh air? Fresh air means nature air.. and Nature air has all the crap in it, like pollen and flower smells, that your gas mask filters out. Doesn't that mean you aren't even breathing fresh air right now?" Her question was innocent, and it was as though she were lapsing back into sanity as well, as she was speaking with a fair amount of logic behind her.
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Post by demonfire on May 29, 2008 16:45:26 GMT -5
"There's no fresher air than just plain, good ole oxygen," Matt said with an insulted tone in his voice as he kept pressing onward. In truth, he was more insulted by his own actions than by San's words; his mask had become an addiction. Well, maybe not the mask itself, but the oxygen produced by it. Sometimes he wouldn't even take it off to sleep. The mask had become an escape from the lupine hell he had become acquainted to over the past years. "So let's leave it at that," he said plainly.
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