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Who: Jim Profit and WHOEVER?
What/When/Where: Multiple locations, multiple times, tooling around an island, open to all!
WARNING: Nothing gory or gratuitously cruel, but one of these threads will involve Jim killing an animal for food. Sorry Barge, that bit will be closed. :c

[ooc: Also, man it is late here, tags may be bequeathed upon people

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Beach - Morning

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[Jim didn't really get the chance to go to the beach much as a child, so he more associates all this sand with his zen garden than anything else. Which is good because it means he can get in a little meditation this morning He's got a few pieces of fruit waiting on a nearby rock for when he's ready for breakfast, but until then? He's just chilling, focusing on his breathing, and getting his Zen on.]

Beach - (next) DISCLAIMER: SOMETIMES JIM CONFUSES ZEN AND SOCIOPATHY C:

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[When he notices that he's not alone on the beach, Jim stretches his arms out and pushes himself up to his feet. The sand shifts below him, coating his calves as he gets up, before he approaches the other man.]

Hey. You're from the Barge?

Jungle - Half way up a tree - Late morning

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[Jim really doesn't mind this whole wilderness thing as much as you might think. He might never have been a boy scout, but he keeps himself in good shape, and he's not too bad at fending for himself. Right now, he's clambered about half way up one of the more accessible trees in the jungle, and is just in the process of pulling down a loose length of vine that he might be able to use for a shelter later.]

Jungle floor - brb killing a monkey - CLOSED TO THE SEVENTH DOCTOR.

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[Okay, so he found an alternative use for the vine. Jim gives it a quick jerk, and... yep, a small, inoffensive, furry creature just came plummeting from a nearby tree. Don't ask how he did it, just know that he did.

Moments later, Jim is on top of it, he reaches down impassively to close his hand around it's head and give a quick, clean twist.

There's a snap, and the shrieking the creature was letting out dies down. Jim smiles faintly.]

[championoftime]

[The Doctor is braving the jungle, because he's a Doctor and that's what Doctor's do. He sees what he think is Prefect and thinks he should get closer and perhaps offer apologies for what happened before-

But oh, that's a strangely violent act for Prefect.

No, no wait. There's something to that smile, a genuine delight in killing. Not Prefect. He places his fingers between his lips and whistles.]

I didn't want to interrupt.

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[Jim raises his head slightly, his expression melting away into one of pure calm. For a moment, he just stares at the Doctor, then quickly stands, smiling. The monkey dangling limply in one of his hands.]

Oh, you weren't interrupting anything. It's John, isn't it? John Smith? Good to see you again.

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You looked a little occupied, but I suppose it's taken care of. [He motions to the dead monkey. How often do you see a friendly smiling man holding a dead monkey?] Planning on having a barbecue on the beach? I don't believe anyone had the good fortune of bringing a knife to clean their kills with. [He tucked his hands into his pockets, guessing that the monkey's demise was for more than food.]

Early afternoon - How do I make fire :c - Beach

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[Jim is certain that this is possible. He's seen it on tv a million times. Two sticks, a pile of kindling, and a lot of hard work. That is how you make fire. So why isn't it working? He has a monkey to cook here, damn it!]

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[Jim glances up at the sound of the other man's voice, before offering a light smile and slightly helpless shrug.] Mr. Braxiatel. I'm afraid I'm not sure that the method I'm trying actually has a name attached to it. Maybe it could be the the 'most inept boyscout' method, at a push.

Evening - DELICIOUS

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[Well, somehow he got a fire, and now small pieces of monkey are cooking merrily away on it. There's not really very much here, enough for maybe two or three people to get a decent meal, but he'll probably share if someone... really wants to eat something that Jim would give them.]