[dinoplot 3: faith]

[fights4britain]

Trevor was pretty sure that if he had a hammer it would somehow find itself lodged in Faith's skull. Perhaps not on purpose, but at least he could accidently chuck it at her head just for the satisfying 'crack!' it would make. Instead, he just had to think of soothing things, like setting the interior of a Jewish lawyers car on fire, or maybe

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[scooby_rebel]

"GPS, I don't fuckin' know. High tech shit. Look...It's an island, man. If we keep going in a straight line, we're bound to hit beach, right?" she replied, deftly tapping ash from her cigarette. "Besides, I can't see shit in this jungle. I see trees. And dinosaurs. And...snakes."

Like the green one hanging down off the other end of the branch he was sitting on.

So we either go higher and find out where we are, or we climb down, pick a way, and fucking go."

[fights4britain]

Trevor could handle snakes, as long as he didn't bother it he knew it wasn't going to mess with him and he barely spared it a glance, more interested in squinting through the tree canopy as he blew an irregular smoke ring. More of a smoke rhombus, really.

"Fine," he says in a deadpan cold voice, usually saved for authority figures. "But, if you lead us to another one of our mates like the last one, you get to piss on it." His voice had lightened up a bit by the end, but he was still somewhat serious all the same.

[scooby_rebel]

"Why'm I the fucking leader?" she huffed. "Been there, done that, buried the bodies. I don't need this shit, man. Work with me or find your own god damned way home."

He'd hit a sore spot and she was too fucking rattled to hide it. She'd lead the girls into that vinyard and lost them. Girls she knew. Girls she liked.

And as much as she hatd to admit it, she kind of liked him. Not in a sunshine and fucking friendship bracelet way, but you had to respect someone who'd whip out their dick to piss on a dinosaur. You had to respect someone who didn't back down. You had to...asshole or not, he earned it.

"You gonna?"

[fights4britain]

Trevor never 'worked with somone' unless he had good reason to. He didn't like people. It was just a thing, he didn't like them, they didn't like him, and everyone was generally just fine with him off in his gutter or out of the way, and usually that's how he preferred it anyhow. But, saving his own skin seemed like a good enougg reason. After all, he was with a woman who was completely out of her mind, if the dinosaurs didn't kill him, he supposed he wouldn't pass it by her to do the job herself

[scooby_rebel]

Faith waited patiently, pretty sure Trevor was actually giving it some thought. It took him long enough, and by the time he answered in that tone that told her it was a very grudging agreement to truce, no matter how much nicer it seemed on the surface, she'd smoked down to nothing and stubbed it out on her sole.

"Cool, yo." That was all. An acceptance of his agreement, nothing more. Give a little, take a little, give a little back.

From this vantage point, she could pretty much see most of the jungle floor, and it didn't look like there was anything down there moving around. It looked okay. Looked safe.

"You see any more of those motherfuckers down there? Or you think we oughta get the hell out of here?"

[fights4britain]

"I see," he leaned forward and craned his neck, "a sloth. And leaves. But nothing with sharp teeth and a thirst for blood." That didn't necasarrily mean there wasn't anythign though, and after he'd smoked his cigarette down as far as it would go, he stubbed it out and pulled himself up, grabbing a stick protruding from a branch and wrenching it off. Eyeing the area below, he experimentally tossed the object towards the base of the tree and watched the nearby shrubbary.

No movement.

"Looks alright." He nodded, steadying himself and peering around the trunk. "Who goes first?"

[scooby_rebel]

"Guess I will," she answered. "Hopefully nothing will smell my blood over your piss."

She swung down and picked her way down the trunk, then down the other three that was broken and leaning. The whole dead was surreal, cut and running and lost. She was used to standing her ground and fighting, not running like a pussy.

[fights4britain]

"One can hope," he muttered deadpan, shimmting around the trunk after her and after a brief inspection of the local area, began to carefully follow her down the trunk. He couldn't recall the last time he'd climbed a tree, usually his means of escape or shortcut if he chose one incolved a fire escape or jumping out the back door.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he shifted his weight. The kick he'd given their new friend really had done him worse than the dinosaur, but seeing as nothing seemed broken, he ignored it and looked up. The monkeys were back, and they were squawking and making a racket as they had before all the shit had gone down.

"You wanna keep going the way you picked or try another?"

[scooby_rebel]

"One way's about as good as another. You pick this time," she shrugged. On the jungle floor, it all looked the same to her. It wasn't like the city where every building was distinct, or even the caves where if you just followed one wall, you'd get out.

This was overgrown. It was the sort of shit you only saw on those nature documentaries, except here there weren't any lions...just dinosaurs.

[fights4britain]

He frowned and stared at the area critically, silently wishing he'd paid more attention while he was in the tree as now that they were on the ground, everything looked the same. Eyebrows furrowing, he stared at a small cluster of trees and recalled that it had looked like it started to get a bit sparser a few meters behind them.

"That way," he jerked his chin in the direction of choice, and with hunched shoulders and pocketed fists began to walk.

[scooby_rebel]

Faith jutted her chin up once, abruptly, in agreement. Her stomach urt, but worse than pain, it itched. Demon scratches could get infected fast, she knew, and it didn't seem like Pissface the Fuckersaurus had much to seperate him from other hellish beasts she'd met.

She didn't say anything to Trevor, would hardly admit it to herself. If she could just ignore it, it'd go away.

Yeah, cuz that worked so well with everything else.