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Post by lozi on Aug 12, 2017 18:56:02 GMT -5
Lars unclipped the sleeping bag from off the top of his bag, he'd strapped it there because he didn't know how long he would take to find shelter. He tossed it onto the ground, not really bothering to lay it flat. He pulled a sweatshirt in a ziploc out of his bag, dropping it onto the pile to use as a pillow.
He put his spot close to the fire, but not too close, and on the side slightly away from the others. He still didn't really like anyone in the group. The only one he kind of knew was the white haired male- speaking of which, where was he? He scanned the clearing, but instead of the white-haired male, there was a wolf a little ways away from everyone, just as Lars was. He was a werewolf.
Lars laid down on the pile, bundling the large sleeping sack around him. He couldn't really fit his wings in the sleeping bag, so he really had no other choice than to lay with it wrapped around him. His joints cracked as he tried to lay down, the chain links jingling quietly as he tried to settle down. He tossed and turned for a while, trying to lie on his side, but not finding a comfortable position. He tried this for a while, if he laid on his stomach, his wings laid awkwardly, and otherwise he would have to lie on top of them. He decided to deal with the pain of lying on the back, and watched the sky darkening.
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Post by faundestwishes on Aug 12, 2017 19:35:29 GMT -5
Anti-social lot.
Rai rolls his eyes, takes his time easing himself up and drags his stuff back to him. It's a quick job of pulling his sleeping bag and laying it flat. He pulls his jacket around himself tighter and shimmies down.
"Mountain tomorrow, sleep now. See you guys in the morning!" He gives them a two fingered salute. Now how to subtly remove his prosthetic. Maybe they'd just think he slept pantless and was taking them off. He'd hope for that. He shimmies a bit and eases it down. It hits the ground with a quiet thunk and he hisses. Subtle enough, he supposes. Now it was just the falling asleep issue. He props his head on folded arms and closes his eyes.
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Post by willowflower on Aug 14, 2017 23:47:51 GMT -5
Ezra was officially adorable in his wolf form. (Still, his thinness was worrying. Mycle made a note to himself to make sure the werewolf ate more.) Mycle told himself sternly that he would not let his animal-loving heart do anything weird or creepy (like he did accidentally with Remy, cooing over the shapeshifter as a cat) and settled to prepare for a night outdoors.
He settled on a nice corner close to the fire but a safe distance from the others where he wasn't intruding on anyone's space before locking his wheelchair and grabbing his collapsible walking cane. In all honesty a little aid would be nice but Mycle couldn't bring himself to ask anyone (not to mention the part of him that railed against the idea.) He brought himself to his feet with a greater wince than when he got out of his wheelchair earlier (he was already regretting it. Cat Remy had not been worth it) and walked around to the backpack that hung off the back of his chair, dropping it to the ground so that he could ease himself to the ground and pull out what he needed without needing to get up again for the rest of the night. Although it's been a while since he's camped, the motions still felt routine; collapse his cane, pull off his foot braces, arrange his legs, get his water, down his pain meds, flap out his blanket sleeping bag, and inch himself inside. The only real difference was his tarp and self-inflating sleeping pad, which he left out to do so as he unrolled the tarp. There was some twisting and reaching, but with two hands he didn't have too much trouble. He shoved the pad onto the tarp and the bag and pillow on top of that, poking at the pad to make sure there was enough air. He was more or less hiding behind his chair, a little self-conscious about how much he brought. (Still, he knew his muscles would be hating him in the morning if he just slept on the hard ground. And roughing it or not he was NOT going to deal with a wet sleeping bag or bugs in the morning. Bug spray all the way.)
He curled an extra jacket around him and, despite a little discomfort from the layers, was grateful for the warmth. After trying to get comfortable and ended up resigning to the inevitable, laid on his back and stared at the sky. At least there's a nice view of the stars, he thought as he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.
He fell faster than he thought he would.
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Post by faundestwishes on Aug 15, 2017 11:13:48 GMT -5
(Should we timeskip until morning? :3 )
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Post by faundestwishes on Aug 15, 2017 13:48:36 GMT -5
(True true haha. Should we wait for teal though...?)
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Post by lozi on Aug 25, 2017 12:37:17 GMT -5
time skip?
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