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[log] Camp Goth

Sep 16, 2009 16:07

Where: Camp GOTH (aka, about fifty feet away from Camp McCormick)
Who: RedGoth/Dylan, Token, Ze Mole
When: Morning
What: Dylan, Token and ze Mole hang out.
Status: Incomplete - Closed to everyone else unless invited/specified

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basstaken September 17 2009, 13:57:04 UTC

A tense sort of look traveled from one smoker to the other, before Token decided he was better off pawing ignorance. "So... Mole," he tried the name, wondering why the hell was he called that way, he had no moles on his face...? "What are you doing out here? Did you see any- oh." Suddenly, as he turned to look back at the guerrilla-boy he noticed a blue stain ahead on what looked like a clearing a patch of trees away - tents. He never noticed those the night before, he though Dylan was stranded. Well, yes, he sort of was, he supposed - but willingly.Token sighed. He hoped Dylan hadn't gotten in a fight so far, but that his seeking solace had been mostly voluntary. Unlike him though, Token was a mother-hen type of friend. He wanted to go check if Craig and Tweek were okay and see if nobody froze to death, or if ( ... )

delorne_ze_mole September 17 2009, 19:58:58 UTC

(OOC: i was almost positive Dylan and Christophe had already met. D:)

Christophe blinked at Token, eye's returning to the cigarette offered to him. He snatched it up, quickly, pushing the lighter into Dylan's hand.

Oh, sweet mother have mercy, that was the longest he'd ever went without a cigarette before. Even if he was trying to quit, he's normally only made it through half the day without one.

"Zere's a dead bear carcass over zere, it's edible."

basstaken September 17 2009, 21:19:49 UTC

Token watched the cigarette exchange with mild amusement.

The food offering, however gracious, left him perplexed. He suddenly didn't feel all that hungry anymore. "Uh... thanks..." he replied though, ever so politely. His eyes tagged the pale Goth though. Having bear for breakfast was definitely non-conformist, but... well. "Uhm... Dylan?"

lifeisonlypain September 17 2009, 21:46:41 UTC

(( they had met before. But it's a delayed 'nice to meet you'. XD ))

"What?" Dylan asked when he was addressed, his own cigarette pressed lightly between his lips, fingers wavering above his mouth where it sat lightly. Bright green eyes had been gazing forward, studying Mole, not paying attention to his surroundings or to the conversation that the two were waging, he hadn't even been aware of what they were talking about. Only that he was sort of tired and that this cigarette was a good wake up. After the other addressed him, he glanced up slowly at Token, pierced brow arching slowly as he took another drag.

basstaken September 17 2009, 21:51:21 UTC

Token's expression stayed perplexed, eyebrows raised. "You... wanna have bear for breakfast?"

lifeisonlypain September 17 2009, 21:53:22 UTC

"... The bear you killed...?" The goth boy ventured to ask, his eyes turned over to Mole before giving a bit of a shrug, glancing back to Token. "Bear is good." And with that said, he stuck the cigarette back between his lips, expression blank.

basstaken September 17 2009, 22:04:16 UTC

Token looked no less perplexed, his eyes traveling to his army-boots in a very 'ho-kaaaay' expression as he let the boys talk. He never had bear. He didn't think it tasted like chicken. Not that the circumstances could really let him be picky.

"I'll be right back, nature calls," he muttered, slipping away from the two smoking teens, his hand lingering lightly on the Goth boy's back as he slipped past him and towards the woods, away from the camp.

delorne_ze_mole September 17 2009, 22:25:24 UTC

Christophe watched Token leave, and turned back to Dylan.

"So...where did 'e come from?" Christophe question, motioning in the directon Token had left in. "You two seemed...close."

Yeah, Christophe really was just picking up a subject, any subject.

lifeisonlypain September 18 2009, 02:29:22 UTC

Dylan shrugged slightly, indicating that he didn't know. "I guess he came here just the same way everyone else did." He murmured, flicking his hair away from his eyes, carefully perching the cigarette away as he did so. He brought it back up to his lips, taking a slow drag from it, brow contorted as he tried to come up with the answer to that question. He wasn't completely sure if Token wanted everyone to know, he wasn't sure if he should say anything. And while, normally, he wouldn't care in the least, Token's thoughts and feelings on the matter meant a good deal to him and he refused to breach that unless specified. "Mh-huh." Was all he said.

delorne_ze_mole September 18 2009, 03:18:31 UTC

Christophe nodded, his eyes roaming the small campsite Dylan and Token must've set up. Well, it was better than sleeping on the floor near a fire, he supposed.

"'e means somezing to you?" Well, that came out of nowhere. Damn his french nosyness, and he pushed his hands foward in a "no offense" gesture. His eyes widening slightly, at his own outburst, before lazing again.

"It's nozing to be ashamed of, if you are, I mean, I made out wiz what I presume is a slut." Well, fuck. Hopefully Bebe didn't hear that, 'cuz she was about one of the only people who actually wanted to talk to him.

lifeisonlypain September 18 2009, 05:38:50 UTC

Dylan glanced quickly to the Mole before away again, his brow contorted as he tried to think of how to answer that. Of course Token meant something to him, didn't he? Of course. If Token were just one of those ancient one-night, I don't remember your face, stands then he probably would have been long gone by now. And Token was much more than that. Right? Right.

But how? He merely held his cigarette away from his lips and body, leaning so that one arm was resting over his stomach, his hips popped out to one side. "... I'm not ashamed of anything." He pointed out, taking another drag, holding it for a minute or so before it went again. "Only like-minded conformists are ashamed of what they are or what they..." Love? No. Love was the forbidden word.

"Bebe?" He asked, deciding to change the subject, his brow furrowed, as if he were having troubles remembering who exactly that was. "... You mean the skank?" He asked instead, glancing up to Mole before taking another drag. "Yeah, you might as well give up and run now."

basstaken September 18 2009, 06:36:01 UTC

Zipped up again, Token kicked some snow over the trace he had left, feeling better. He has spent the little break thinking ways of how to prepare bear meat, not so squeaked by it anymore. He'd seen worse - the time Cartman had that kid eat hi par- ew. His stomach did a nasty flip at the memory.

He turned, walking back slowly to let his stomach settle, scooping a fresh handful of snow to wash his hands with along the way. He came close enough to catch the last bit of Mole's sentence, eyebrows rising up. Why was this Mole person talking about sluts to Dylan? Not having heard it all he didn't mean to assume, but Dylan had been called a slut before. Not that Token had stomached it well back then. Dylan's answer left him confused further. Only like-minded conformists were ashamed of what they were or what they... fucked? A frown settled over his features.

Eyes on his boots below, Token walked back to reach them, keeping his space now. "Is Craig in the camp?" he asked, neither in particular, "Or Tweek?"

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