I'm surrounded by idiots [wrath]
Sherlock Holmes watched as people milled about the campfire that Luc made, and people separating into groups, either by his suggestion, or by their natural inclination to stay with those they knew already. The young Brit grumbled as he knew there's a few out there, blundering around by themselves like idiots, ignoring sensible plans because they're impatient, they're paranoid.
Well, he decided to get to work, and inspecting a close by tree to be sure it won't suddenly spring to life (from what Phoenix's group had reported, this would be a very bad thing). The lanky youth clamored up the rough-barked tree, hissing as it nicked his skin. "All right, let's see if I can find anything by a higher vantage point." Holmes muttered as he pulled himself up onto a branch, and reached up to another. Pausing to test their capability to hold his weight, it took a while for him to get near to the top as he could possibly be.
Panting, and tired, he clung to the upper branches, his skin being brushed by sharp-edged leaves, irritating his skin, and sending the instinctive fear of creepy crawlies down his spine.
"Come on, they are just nettle-like leaves, don't be so paranoid." He brushed off a branch as something jumped onto his neck.
[Don't be like those other idiots who think they are so much better then you, but are instead just blind sheep reacting to their fears.]
Well, he decided to get to work, and inspecting a close by tree to be sure it won't suddenly spring to life (from what Phoenix's group had reported, this would be a very bad thing). The lanky youth clamored up the rough-barked tree, hissing as it nicked his skin. "All right, let's see if I can find anything by a higher vantage point." Holmes muttered as he pulled himself up onto a branch, and reached up to another. Pausing to test their capability to hold his weight, it took a while for him to get near to the top as he could possibly be.
Panting, and tired, he clung to the upper branches, his skin being brushed by sharp-edged leaves, irritating his skin, and sending the instinctive fear of creepy crawlies down his spine.
"Come on, they are just nettle-like leaves, don't be so paranoid." He brushed off a branch as something jumped onto his neck.
[Don't be like those other idiots who think they are so much better then you, but are instead just blind sheep reacting to their fears.]