Post by macxcheese on Nov 19, 2015 21:16:04 GMT -6
(Started 9/25/15)
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Ovis: Latin.
1. sheep
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CandyLeptic
Henry sat up tiredly. He had no idea what time it was (it was hard to figure out without being able to see the sun!) but he could gauge he had slept for a few hours, which would mean someone would eventually come looking for him. It was presuming getting dark, but since no one had woken him up yet, he could guess it wasn’t too late.
He lightly clicked to get a better feel for what was around him- thankfully no bodies. The worst part about the tents were that they were soft- and therefore he could not accurately tell where they started and ended.
Henry pushed his hair back a bit but didn’t really bother with it too much. He felt for his blanket’s corners, and after some fumbling managed to get a feel for three of them. He started to tie it up the best he could, but it took a few good tries before the shape felt right. He then forgot he shed his outer cardigan, and started to feel for that.
He tripped on his boots and let out a groan before slipping them on. He could tie shoes no problem, but in doing so forgot where exactly his blanket was….
macxcheese
Finn expected the blood splatter, knew the scream was coming, and then the thunk of a blade hitting bone. The crunch always got to him, but it wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was looking into her eyes, knowing he was about to tell a terrible lie. The hand on his face was new though. Then he realized that the hand was real.
He shot up straight, accidentally sending Henry off kilter. He blinked at the boy before noticing a bundle right next to him. Finn rubbed his chin before remarking, “Should I be flattered that you think my skin is soft enough to be a blanket?”
CandyLeptic
Henry let out a yell before fumbling back. “Finn! I didn’t even see yo- You know what I mean.” He panted for a moment. “Your skin isn’t even that soft… Have you seen my sweater?” As he was fumbling between clicks, his hands felt some material. Why did his cardigan feel so much like his blanket? “The uh…I think it’s pink.” He could thank Jackson for
that. Joke or not though, it was pretty comfortable.
macxcheese
Finn shoved off his tattered comforter and stretched. He chuckled, "Darn, my moisturizer isn't working. Can you recommend a new one?" His eyes passed over the small tent, before landing on a neat pile in the corner. Right on top was a pink cardigan. Finn stood up and stooped across the space to reach it. He tossed it to Henry, hitting him right in the face. "Ohhh, sorry man."
CandyLeptic
Henry fumbled with some fabric he had found before being pelted. He scoffed for a moment, but Finn was doing him a favor so he smirked. “Didn’t even see it coming! Hey Finn, what is –“ he felt what he was holding for a moment before his face wrinkled and he shrieked, “DUDE are these your boxers?” Henry tried to toss them to Finn but missed terribly
. “That’s so gross!!”
macxcheese
Finn awkwardly chuckled at Henry’s joke while making his way to his own stack- or heap- of clothes. He shuffled through a few shirts, chose a long sleeve off white shirt, and starting changing into it. He felt extremely bad for thinking of it, but Henry’s being blind did come with perks. He never needed to worry about leaving the tent to change for the most part since the other boy couldn’t see anything.
The sudden shriek behind him made Finn jump. He jerked around, his shirt half over his head, and watched his boxers fly to a spot a few feet away from him. He swallowed a laugh and said, “Have you never touched boxers before?” He pulled his shirt down the rest of the way and picked them up carefully. “And these aren’t even dirty!”
CandyLeptic
"Says you!" Henry carefully felt around for his blanket before tying it around his neck. Was it such a wonder it got lost all the time with all of the mess around him? "What time is it?" he asked, perking his head in the direction he assumed Finn was. Time really didn't mean anything to Henry, but he was always curious. His biological clock was so
off he had nothing to go by. By the pulling of fabric he guess Finn was getting dressed, but hoped he was cleaning up more.
macxcheese
Finn quickly zipped up his jeans before looking down at his wrist. “It is half past a freckle my friend. Why, you got a hot date?” He grinned at Henry. A smell wafted into the tent and Finn’s grinn grew wider. “Jesus, are they making bacon out there?” He unzipped the tent and stuck his head out. “It is- oh fuck. Jackson’s making it.” He popped his head back in before their “great” leader could spot him. “Ughh why!”
CandyLeptic
Henry just squinted at him. He wouldn't even dignify that with a response!! He smelled some food though too, and his stomach growled. He was so hungry all the time, but he was too scared to ask for food. Something about the others really put him off. "So....Breakfast time?" Henry asked, still puzzled. "Why would he make it so close to us? Doesn't h
e know we can smell it?"
Henry sat up tiredly. He had no idea what time it was (it was hard to figure out without being able to see the sun!) but he could gauge he had slept for a few hours, which would mean someone would eventually come looking for him. It was presuming getting dark, but since no one had woken him up yet, he could guess it wasn’t too late.
He lightly clicked to get a better feel for what was around him- thankfully no bodies. The worst part about the tents were that they were soft- and therefore he could not accurately tell where they started and ended.
Henry pushed his hair back a bit but didn’t really bother with it too much. He felt for his blanket’s corners, and after some fumbling managed to get a feel for three of them. He started to tie it up the best he could, but it took a few good tries before the shape felt right. He then forgot he shed his outer cardigan, and started to feel for that.
He tripped on his boots and let out a groan before slipping them on. He could tie shoes no problem, but in doing so forgot where exactly his blanket was….
macxcheese
Finn expected the blood splatter, knew the scream was coming, and then the thunk of a blade hitting bone. The crunch always got to him, but it wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was looking into her eyes, knowing he was about to tell a terrible lie. The hand on his face was new though. Then he realized that the hand was real.
He shot up straight, accidentally sending Henry off kilter. He blinked at the boy before noticing a bundle right next to him. Finn rubbed his chin before remarking, “Should I be flattered that you think my skin is soft enough to be a blanket?”
CandyLeptic
Henry let out a yell before fumbling back. “Finn! I didn’t even see yo- You know what I mean.” He panted for a moment. “Your skin isn’t even that soft… Have you seen my sweater?” As he was fumbling between clicks, his hands felt some material. Why did his cardigan feel so much like his blanket? “The uh…I think it’s pink.” He could thank Jackson for
that. Joke or not though, it was pretty comfortable.
macxcheese
Finn shoved off his tattered comforter and stretched. He chuckled, "Darn, my moisturizer isn't working. Can you recommend a new one?" His eyes passed over the small tent, before landing on a neat pile in the corner. Right on top was a pink cardigan. Finn stood up and stooped across the space to reach it. He tossed it to Henry, hitting him right in the face. "Ohhh, sorry man."
CandyLeptic
Henry fumbled with some fabric he had found before being pelted. He scoffed for a moment, but Finn was doing him a favor so he smirked. “Didn’t even see it coming! Hey Finn, what is –“ he felt what he was holding for a moment before his face wrinkled and he shrieked, “DUDE are these your boxers?” Henry tried to toss them to Finn but missed terribly
. “That’s so gross!!”
macxcheese
Finn awkwardly chuckled at Henry’s joke while making his way to his own stack- or heap- of clothes. He shuffled through a few shirts, chose a long sleeve off white shirt, and starting changing into it. He felt extremely bad for thinking of it, but Henry’s being blind did come with perks. He never needed to worry about leaving the tent to change for the most part since the other boy couldn’t see anything.
The sudden shriek behind him made Finn jump. He jerked around, his shirt half over his head, and watched his boxers fly to a spot a few feet away from him. He swallowed a laugh and said, “Have you never touched boxers before?” He pulled his shirt down the rest of the way and picked them up carefully. “And these aren’t even dirty!”
CandyLeptic
"Says you!" Henry carefully felt around for his blanket before tying it around his neck. Was it such a wonder it got lost all the time with all of the mess around him? "What time is it?" he asked, perking his head in the direction he assumed Finn was. Time really didn't mean anything to Henry, but he was always curious. His biological clock was so
off he had nothing to go by. By the pulling of fabric he guess Finn was getting dressed, but hoped he was cleaning up more.
macxcheese
Finn quickly zipped up his jeans before looking down at his wrist. “It is half past a freckle my friend. Why, you got a hot date?” He grinned at Henry. A smell wafted into the tent and Finn’s grinn grew wider. “Jesus, are they making bacon out there?” He unzipped the tent and stuck his head out. “It is- oh fuck. Jackson’s making it.” He popped his head back in before their “great” leader could spot him. “Ughh why!”
CandyLeptic
Henry just squinted at him. He wouldn't even dignify that with a response!! He smelled some food though too, and his stomach growled. He was so hungry all the time, but he was too scared to ask for food. Something about the others really put him off. "So....Breakfast time?" Henry asked, still puzzled. "Why would he make it so close to us? Doesn't h
e know we can smell it?"