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King vs. Dinos

Aug 11, 2006 17:05

It was safe to say, at this point, King was pretty much a disgruntled mess. He had gone to sleep one day, only to wake up in unfamilar jungle with a giant lizard in his lap. It was easy enough to dispose of with a good hard kick, but the thing seemed to have fucking family or something, which kept King pretty much busy for a good day or so, having ( Read more... )

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the_mountie August 12 2006, 02:55:27 UTC

Fraser heard the door open and slam shut and exchanged a look with Billy. He put his finger to his lips to indicate Billy should be quiet and then stood from his bedside, exiting the dormatory as quietly as he could manage. He entered the hallway to see a man braced against the door.

"Hello, sir," he said, pitching his voice in a friendly timbre. "My name is Constable Benton Fraser. I don't suppose you're from a search and rescue party, are you?"

kingsroad August 12 2006, 03:24:31 UTC

King tensed briefly when he heard someone speak, if only because he hadn't really expected anyone to be around. He turned around and found himself staring at... a mountie? Hadn't Frannie mentioned something about a mountie? King gave him a weird look, the guy looked almost exactly like Chris.

"Do I look like a fucking search and rescue party?" King said, vaguely aware that he was still being chewed on. He hadn't meant to sound as irritated as he did, but quite frankly, he was irritated.

the_mountie August 12 2006, 03:41:19 UTC

Fraser noticed the dinosaur was not in fact, dead as he had imagined, although the man did not seem to notice. "Are you requiring some assistance removing the dinosaur from your leg?"

kingsroad August 12 2006, 04:34:54 UTC

"What?" King asked, still staring at the mountie who was clearly not Chris. Wasn't there a sailor involved too?

"Fuck." King glared down at the thing that was biting him and shook his leg to try and get it off. "Get the fuck off. I said. Get. The. Fuck. OFF!"

With a particularly hard kick, King managed to fling it, sending it flying across the room. It bounced off a table and squealed, running for safety soon after. King was really starting to wish for a gun at this point. Things would be a lot easier if he could just shoot them.

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