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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 18:27:47 GMT -5
[ ooooh snake boy makes an appearance, I like him!!! and lol finally someone older than Armise ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 18:32:13 GMT -5
phew had to edit in that faceclaim haha
oh myyy My neighbor's name Is wolfgang
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 17, 2016 18:36:05 GMT -5
[ aahh thank you he was a pain writing, for some reason I'm in a rut that means a lot ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 18:40:03 GMT -5
I'm back an making the terrible decision to add gifs because I was inspired by bio. I'll have them done tonight
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 19:00:38 GMT -5
Tugging her jacket closer around herself, Connie frowned up at the sky? Really? Damn acid rain? She groaned under her breath. She had hardly made it anywhere, trapped last night by the same weather. Sure, the girl may not have had a specific destination in mind besides "survival", but it was still frustrating. She took a deep, heavy breathe, scrunching her nose in disgust when she blew it out. God, maybe getting into a fort again would be worth it if only to smell clean air again.
As the first drops began to fall, Connie hissed, as if she could hurt the drops' feelings, grabbing her bag to make sure it was secure and began sprinting towards shelter. Anywhere, really, would work. Anything with something overhead. That anything ended up being a building at the outskirts of what used to be a city. She darted inside, missing the brunt of the rain as it really began to pour. For a moment, she stared back at it, head tilted slightly. How strange to think this is what life was now. Once upon a time, things had been colorful and easy, instead of dull grey and ever terrifying.
Turning around, Connie let out a yip, laying eyes on... a person? Yep, that was definitely a person, and evidently a living one, too.
"Uh-" she cleared her throat, not expecting anyone to be around. "Hello...?"
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 19:12:17 GMT -5
I finally finished my forms. That took longer than I expected
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 17, 2016 19:22:15 GMT -5
Jaime was low on supplies, which meant low on food and drinkable water. Walking with a slow, wide gait of a man who hadn't eaten properly in almost two days, Jaime trudged through the barren wasteland between Fort Tango and Fort Kilo. Up ahead, he could see the terrible and unpredictable storm clouds, looming above him, threateningly. He had already placed his gas mask on for precaution, it's tinted goggles hiding his bright green eyes, nervous and tired. He was nearing the area of fort Kilo, and the more distance he placed between him and Fort Tango, which caused great unease and homesickness to surge deep inside his stomach. Sure, Fort Tango wasn't exactly his home in the first place, but since he couldn't really make out where his real home use to be in the old forgotten state of New Mexico, it was the closest thing he had to one now. A drop of liquid hit the top of his head, and gazing up, he was surprised to see he already made it far enough to be under the dark clouds, which began to produce more of the unclean liquid. Acid rain didn't hurt, didn't do what his acid could, felt like typical rain, but he knew the long term affects of it on everything living. Before his body could get drenched, Jaime used his leather jacket to hide under as he made for a mad dash in the direction of Fort Kilo, yelling out a mess of cuss words in English and Spanish as the rain began to beat down at him. With storms like this, came winds that blew every bit of dust and loose shrapnel it could in any direction, and Jaime was not about that. Breathing hard from sprinting on unstable dirt, he could see the ruins of a.. town? city? Who cared! It had places to hide in, maybe even junk he could take and sell or tinker with. Jacket soaked wet, but sturdy enough to keep the vagabond somewhat dry, he managed to make it to the forgotten city, and picking the closest building, rushed himself inside through a hole on the side of it. Throwing himself ungracefully against a wall, shrouded with shadows, Jaime tossed the wet leathery jacket, his pack, and machete besides him as he sat against a dirty brick wall, heaving as he struggled to remove the slick gas mask. When he finally got it off, he let out raspy, sickly sounding coughs, trying to catch his breath again. He needed to dry off his jacket, to stop being so loud, to figure out what he was going to do without a compass or map or something to help him not get lost anymore when traveling. He needed to explore the building, to gather whatever he could find. But he was breathing to hard and his skin began to itch from the feeling of scales wanting to break through the skin, and his snake-like fangs were producing to much venom, he could taste it all on his lips and tongue, and ended up using his hand to keep the poison from damaging anything of importance of his. He needed a better plan.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 17, 2016 19:25:33 GMT -5
[ I think you did it pretty quick! mine took almost a whole day ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 20:49:52 GMT -5
[ sorry for my long poof, had to go grocery shopping. forms look good! nice added touch of gifs lol ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 21:03:05 GMT -5
Thanks they pretty much show the personality of the characters too so that's why I used them
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 21:06:30 GMT -5
I have to do four, rather three, starters don't I?
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 21:13:37 GMT -5
[ they certainly give em character. and lol only if u want, u can do one or two ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 21:15:51 GMT -5
(I'm going to start off with the twins cause that is one starter also they are my favorite. I'll then add Robbie and Todd later as things get rolling)
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AgentFire
I may be late on replying to people. As of right now, I'm really stressed. I'm sorry.
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Post by AgentFire on Aug 17, 2016 21:18:50 GMT -5
(Sorry to just pop in out of nowhere, but Pine? You still interested in "the Other Side"?)
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 21:21:39 GMT -5
(Yeah sorry I've been sidetracked by some stuff. I'll get to that in a minute)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 21:33:04 GMT -5
Armise had also not expected anyone to be around, and at the sound of another voice he visible jumped, the small sphere in his hands nearly tumbling away in his surprise. He stared over at the source of the voice, mouth open in shock, unsure of how to react or what to say. It had been at least 4 months since he'd seen another person- he stayed away from the Forts, from the small towns and tribes inbetween, unless he needed supplies that he couldn't find, make, or catch himself. Seeing a living, breathing human in front of him was like seeing a ghost. He drew in a breath, sitting up straight and wracking his brain for something to say. "...Hi there," he waved, with the scratchy voice of a person who probably had not spoken in quite some time.
All at once, Armise was terrified and excited. He was still trying to distance himself from past experiences, a life that was better off left on the battlefield, but he couldn't deny the need to at least speak with someone who wasn't dead. This mess of conflicting emotions showed on his face as he fought a weird, twisty and uncertain smile. Then, almost barely audible above the sound of pouring rain, another person scrambled in from the building's new entry, and his eyes went wider. Two whole people? Two whole not-dead people? Was he dreaming this or what? "Ahhhh-"
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 17, 2016 21:38:37 GMT -5
[ Got back from the store with chips mmhmm, how ya'll doing ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 21:57:57 GMT -5
The sound of shuffling feet began to annoy Jason as he walked with his twin sister towards Fort Kilo. The sky was dark and the threat of rain loomed above them. "I swear to God, Emma, pick up your feet or I will pick you up." The glasses that dangled off him and his backpack clanked together and the steel in his boots weighed down his burning legs. The need to find shelter had been nagging at Jason for a mile already and it was his job to protect Emma. Not that she needed it as she often told him, often accompanied by things being thrown at him while Emma laughed. It was like their own verbal dance. Jason would take charge then Emma would complain that she should lead and pretend to have a plan. Jason would say it was for Emma's own good only to have her throw something at him from the terrain. It was exhausting but also exciting. That's how strong their bond was, he guessed.
"Shut up, you giant," Emma countered after she swallowed nothing causing her to cringe at the feeling. Then came the drop of rain. "Dammit, Jason!" she exclaimed as she put on the hood of her jacket. "The rain is acidic," she told him as she jogged over to him, her tiny glass bottles creating their music as she did. She grabbed the hood of his sleeveless hoodie and jumped to cover his head. "There, you blind idiot. There's a ruin over there." Emma grabbed her brother's hand and sprinted over to cover, using her ability when bottles fell from either of their bodies and bags to keep them with them. The exhaustion from walking for hours straight without water or food was beginning to take its toll on Emma but she ignored the faint feeling as she leaned against the ruin's wall, panting hard. Why did there have to be acid rain? Was the rest of the journey going to be like this? Perhaps they could stop at one of the other forts, they didn't appear to have mutations. They just looked like they made glass bottles which was true when they could. The world began to spin and Emma felt her legs give out just as Jason grabbed her, picking her up.
"Next time tell me if you are going to pass out," Jason told her gently as he looked for better cover. Using his ability, the same he shared with Emma, he put the stray bottles into his pockets so that he could deal with those later. They could stay there for a while, keeping out of the rain and taking a well deserved rest. He should have known that Emma was reaching her limit considering she didn't have the stamina he did. Worry tugged at his heart as Emma closed her eyes but he knew she was just resting. Must be brotherly concern. As he walked further into the ruin he noticed others and stopped, narrowing his eyes at the people trapped under the same protection as he and Emma.
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Post by venus on Aug 17, 2016 21:59:36 GMT -5
tfw u still have three ocs you wanna use but you havent done their forms ugh )
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 17, 2016 22:04:25 GMT -5
Jaime froze. Stopped his struggling breathing all together because, idiot, were those voices of others his ears had just picked up? He tried to even out his breathing pattern, pulling himself and his belongings further into the shadows. His green eyes, piercing from the darkness, tried to spot the sources of the voices, but everything was already too blurry and distorted from his position, and for him in his weak state as is. As quietly and gracefully as he could, Jaime grabbed his damp jacket, slipping it on, the small pack, and placing the machete on his back once more before carefully standing up with gas mask in hand. Jaime wasn't sure what to do, he couldn't see the others, only hear them. He was not ready for a fight, in case these voices were from hostiles, and if they weren't, then what? Silently, Jaime snapped the gas mask back on, obscuring his damaged, unnerving face, and ever so slowly, stepped out of the shadows, bright eyes searching, straining to see and figure out who was here and if maybe they'd let him go out alive, or at least ransack the place if that was even possible--- the building was in pretty bad shape, most likely just broken glass, brick and concrete laying around here. And then he froze, feeling suddenly surrounded, because two others had just entered the building.
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Lesbian
falconfire
currently watching/reading/playing: haikyuu, avatar: the last airbender, animal crossing new horizon
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Post by falconfire on Aug 17, 2016 22:14:18 GMT -5
(gonna put some wip forms here, then maybe fill in the rest tomorrow. i'm too tired now, lol. so, will they all be in the same general region of the continent, though?)
name: Eryk Krakowsky age: 21 gender: male description/personality: At 5’10”, Eryk’s height is unremarkable. He’s skinny, too. His hair is naturally brunet, but the tips are bleached with hydrogen peroxide. His skin is pale too, save for the streaks of dark along his veins(see mutation), and he has dark brown eyebrows above light hazel eyes. Though clumsy, Eryk is intelligent. He reads when he can find books and gleaned a lot of scientific and mathematical knowledge as a kid in the city. While kind-hearted, Eryk can be selfish (without realizing it) and tends to try and guilt-trip those that make him feel badly. Still, he values the companionship of those that want him around. mutations: Stage one. He has control over and immunity to electricity-- though each time he uses his abilities, his veins and arteries grow close to the surface of his skin, streaking lightning-shaped black and navy blue lines across his pale skin, particularly on his forearms and face. He is thankful that his appearance isn't "strange" enough to be considered that of a stage two mutation. origin: came from around Ft Delta, outside the city, but fled so he could avoid being ostracized for his mutations other: pan/ace sn: falconfire
name: Akira "Yuki" Yukimoto age: 18 gender: male description/personality: Akira stands at 5’3”, with a wiry body and sinewy arms. He has wild brown hair and dark eyes, and his left eye is partially blind. His brows are thick, and he’s retained a tiny bit of baby fat on his cheeks. The body he’s got lends itself to his power: nimbleness, speed, and gymnastic skills. While lacking in brute strength and complex strategy, he is skilled at some forms of hand-to-hand combat. Despite his good heart and quick body, Akira-- who prefers “Yukimoto” or “Yuki” when being addressed by those he doesn’t know well-- is pretty book-dumb. He is also stubborn and quick-tempered, and he can have a hard time accepting the direction of people that want something different than he does, even if their actions are more logical. Along the same lines, Yuki has a strong moral compass; there is not a lot of room for gray morality in his mind. The selfish are evil, and everyone else is good. To those that are innocent, Yuki can be very kind, and he likes others to feel included. mutations: Stage one mutations, for the most part. He has some animal-like traits, though not of any specific creature. His teeth are pointed, his eyes slits with brown irises, and his nails more like thick, stubby claws at the tips of his fingers and toes. His adaptations make him athletically inclined, as well-- he is nimble, balanced, and fast. origin: came from around Fort Bravo other: demisexual/romantic sn: falconfire
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 18, 2016 0:54:51 GMT -5
[ ayyy wips are a start. and yep, everyone is kinda around the general direction of Fort Kilo ]
Armise still didn't know what to say. As more people showed up, he pressed his back against the wall and instinctively reached for his rifle, fingers finding familiar grooves as he pressed it to his chest. This was most certainly not how he planned his afternoon going. After a moment of sitting there in his alarm, he did a quick sweep of the people that had now shown up, and let go of his gun to sort of awkwardly sort his things like he was preparing for house guests. They didn't seem like an immediate threat, therefore he'd treat them appropriately, although the one across from him definitely had some kind of knife, he could smell it's metallic tang from where he sat.
"Um..." Armise started again, voice still scratchy and unsure. He kept his rifle by his knees and stashed the little warming sphere back in his bag before wedging it between him and the turned-over desk that protected him from the wind. He took a look down at himself and glanced up again, remembering that his old uniform was not so friendly in the eyes of anyone from the West, and therefore decided not to make any sort of approachful movements. "Hello," he repeated.
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 18, 2016 1:29:24 GMT -5
A wary look appeared on Jason's face as he looked at the person holding a rifle before the gaze studied the others in the room. There was no way he could take them all on by himself with Emma in the dehydrated, exhausted state she was in. He kept his eyes on the strangers as he found an okay place to set Emma down. His little sister, well in size and the fact she is ten minutes younger, was out cold and fast asleep. It wasn't unusual for her to fall asleep in Jason's arms so he wasn't as worried as he was. Taking off his backpack, Jason used the glass from his pockets to form a barrier to protect the two of them from the wind as he got out some food and removed Emma's bag. While he did this, Jason would look over at the others he shared the cover with, making sure they weren't going to hurt either of them.
"Hey, Ems," Jason murmured as he removed a canteen from Emma's bag. "Wake up and have some water." There was a groan from the thin girl on the ground as Jason lifted up her head slightly as he pressed the canteen to her lips. After a moment, Jason removed the bottle from her lips to have some himself. Did the other people there have any water? The thought popped into his head as he looked at the second canteen that was full of water. Jason looked at the others with his grey eyes, wondering what to do. When one of them said hello, Jason stared at them for a while before dipping his head slightly and saying, "Hey." He took off his jacket and folded it to put under Emma's head as she rested.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 18, 2016 1:38:30 GMT -5
((Okay, so I'm here for like...Idk, but who wants to role play? I'll be poofy cause story and stuff, but I'm here!))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 1:39:18 GMT -5
Well. This was certainly interesting. A nice challenge for someone who had been living on their own for who knows how long. A challenge for someone who's social interaction was primarily confined to eating people. Which, she had to admit, was not the best way to make friends. Her stomach growled almost in sync with this thought. However, it was less out of hunger than it was out of fear, a natural reaction from her body, now accompanied by this mutation, that she was in potential danger and might need to eat some people.
Thankfully, things didn't seem to be going that way. As more and more people started to show up, she shuffled awkwardly back and towards Armise, as if he might be more comfortable with her because she had been the first one in here. Yeah, the logic wasn't that sound. She felt only marginally more comfortable standing a few extra feet away from the others. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her gaze to stare at the four others in the room.
Two of them looked very similar, around the same age. Probably twins. Relationships never lasted long in the wasteland. The other was... Connie had no clue. And then there was Armise. She finally realized what he was wearing, a notable scowl suddenly coloring her features. She sucked in a breathe. No time to think about old grudges. As glass bottles- of all things -lined up to block the incoming wind, Connie's brow furrowed and she looked to the twins, almost accusatory. "You're mutant's...?"
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 18, 2016 2:09:27 GMT -5
[ yo im boutta sleep, but u can also crash this little shelter party ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 18, 2016 2:12:18 GMT -5
(I'll respond tomorrow cause I need sleep. Its 3am here)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 18, 2016 12:27:26 GMT -5
[ I'm in a lot of pain today guys, so don't expect much of me, but I tried ]
Despite the painful, itchy feeling of scales slowly breaking through the skin of his arms and back due to increasing anxiety, Jaime's logical side felt that none of these people were threats, at the moment anyway. Even so, Jaime decided he needed to make himself more approachable, and the big, rustic machete on his back and his daunting height wasn't exactly helping. Plopping himself down where he was, Jaime gently reached for the machete, and delicately set it besides him, before removing the pack and now relatively dry leather jacket on top of the weapon. He was hoping the lighting didn't give great detail of his bumped, raised, and bleeding arms due to the few scales able to break through the skin, or the blood soaking through the back of his tank top; it made him yearn for his jacket, but he had to admit the cold air against his suffering skin gave some ounce of relief, so he held off on putting it back on. When he heard one of the voices say something, a greeting, he turned his gaze towards the man sitting against a wall. He couldn't exactly make out what the man looked like, nor what the others looked like from behind the dusty masks' lenses. He attempted to say hello back, but it only came out muffled and difficult to understand. With a heavy sigh, and going against his gut feeling, Jaime reached up to remove the gas mask. With the mask removed, completely vulnerable, his piercing green eyes darted at each new face, slit pupils dilating and contracting. The bad lighting didn't help, but it was better than before. Turning back to the man who had first spoke, squinting, he could make out the man's uniform. That didn't matter much to him, it was in the past and for all Jaime knew this man seemed to be in the same boat as the rest if he was wandering the wastelands too, and so he let out a soft snort of amusement. But the rifle made his stomach churn, and he tried not to feel anxious again as he said in a raspy voice, "Greetings stranger." Being that he hadn't spoken out loud towards someone other than himself felt incredibly weird, and the words didn't feel right being formed by his damaged lips, fangs a rubbing nuisance. The sound of glass being forced against the blowing wind got Jaime's attention, and turning to look over at the girl and boy in the corner, he saw that the girl was knocked out, while the boy was digging somethings out of their bag. Breathing in, Jaime let out a sound of irritation as his fangs began to overly produce the gross, sweet smelling liquid, sizzling as it hit the concrete ground. Frowning as he wiped as his mouth, he muttered tiredly. "Listen kid, it's great you got provisions and all, but didn't your preschool teachers ever tell you it isn't nice to bring snacks if you can't share?" He wasn't trying to be rude, if anything it was a bit teasing, but when you haven't eaten in a few days and you get a whiff of whatever smells edible, it'll make you a bit grumpy. Reaching with his dirty finger nails to pick and tear at the few, now molting scales on his arms, growling as he couldn't reach his itchy flaking back to do the same. Jaime, hunched over and somewhat calmed now, only looked over at the girl standing by the man with the rifle, and looking back over at the two kids, bright, and a crooked, unnerving smile appeared on his face. "I'd think you completely normal if it weren't for that neat glass trick you got going on." Looking back at the woman and man against the wall, he thought the two looked pretty normal as well, but he knew looks can be deceiving now days.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 12:31:50 GMT -5
so like Imagine Connie was at one point "discover" in a fort and like held captive cuz she's a monster and all and then she ate the people and hence we have her being creepy af
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 18, 2016 14:49:39 GMT -5
[ coNNIE NOOO ]
This situation was getting increasingly awkward, too awkward for Armise's tastes. He raised a finger to speak again, but at the brief glare from the woman beside him he shied away from it real fast. That was a sleeping monster he'd rather not poke, even with a ten-foot pole. He surveyed the space again, mouth pressed in a firm line while watching the two younger people on the other side of the room before glancing over at the other one, the man with the machete. It only took him a bit of squinting in the dark to catch sight of his appearance and know that he was definitely a mutant, the type he used to be at odds with. Well, as long as that machete wasn't aimed for his neck, he had no quarrel with him, but who knew how long peace would last in this dilapidated building full of wanderers. If he had known that he'd be sharing this space with a group of people he'd have picked something better, that was sure.
Flicking his eyes between them all as they talked, Armise rummaged around in his backpack and pulled out two tall cylinders that appeared to be thermoses. Without a word he twisted off the caps of both of them and got to his feet, inching towards the hole in the wall where he placed them just out in the rain to collect it. Wiping the moisture from his hands on his dirty jacket, he sat by them and watched them fill up at a steady pace in time with the rain. It was always a calm, patient procedure that got him to clear his head, if only for a moment. Waiting until they were both full, he slid them back under shelter and put the caps back on. With a brief run of his fingers along the sides, he pressed a button on each and shook them up in both hands as he walked back over. Although he only ever packed enough for him, he passed the thermos to the guy with the machete and tossed the other to the girl who had wordlessly threatened to bite his head off. "Here."
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