Things That Go Bump in The Woods

[Kyle Wick]

Wick sat by the fire, and fiddled with some of the electrical stuff that didn't need fixing, but it was sit here with nothing to do, or toy around with the detector and try to increase the rage of what it could detect. It was felt awkward. Did anyone else feel it? Should he ask? Nah. Better not. Bellamy got up and said something about looking around the area or hunting or something--Wick got momentarily distracted and missed his words when Bellamy stood up. The sudden movement had him looking at the grounders as if they were jumping up. Though they just sat there.

Wait?! Bellamy was leaving him here with the grounders? ...The doc was here too, but Kyle didn't want to be alone with them! Not this early in the game! He sat his stuff down and looked at Jackson for a moment, grinned, and got up to trot after Bellamy. Jackson was a doctor. They knew how to take lives too, right? He would be ffiinneee! "I had a mustache once," he told Bellamy as he caught up to him. "Ichy little shit, but we had bigger things to deal with on the ground, and it was a phase. Not my best phase, but defiantly better then the time I tried to grow my hair out. I called it groundstache. Got on my nerves so bad, but I felt committed to seeing it through even though I came to hate that thing. Shaving it off too early would mean it won. I wasn't going to let the damn thing win." Kyle looked around, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He hated leaving the city and the walls. More then the mustache.

Wick had a point though. Bellamy Blake was his friend of almost twenty years, and with that long he had learned to pick up on some things (a sister hiding in the room hadn't been one of those things) but he knew that something was up. "So, which one of them is your mustache?" He asked, his own sarcastic way of asking if Bellamy needed to talk or if he just wanted some distraction.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

If they were settling here for a little while, then Bellamy felt the need to survey the area. He didn't want to take any chances, nor did he trust Echo or Roan enough to do it. While it wasn't a doubt of their skills, it was a severe lack of trust he felt toward them. They may be on this mission together, but their past actions weren't entirely forgotten on the leader's mind. So he instructed everyone to just stay here, while he went to look around. It wasn't long until he heard hurried footsteps, not even needing to turn around to know who it was.

Only one person would follow him with that much haste. Bellamy kept his gaze forward, even while Wick talked . . . and talked, and talked some more. Which, was something Bellamy was quite used to. He glanced behind him, making sure Jackson was alright before turning his head forward again. Bellamy was quite relieved to have his two friends with him, though felt intensely protective over them in the presence of two warrior grounders. One that Bellamy had seen what they were capable of.

Moments of silence indicated that Wick had asked him a question, as Bellamy had tuned out basically everything he said. Something about a moustache, but that was all he got. He turned his head, briefly glancing at his friend before turning his gaze to the path ahead. "Eyes sharp Wick," he told him, completely dismissing the question. "There could be pauna out here." Based on his previous patrols, he knew it wasn't unlikely that the gorilla akin to king kong could be out here. They would hopefully hear the thing before seeing it.

[Kyle Wick]

"Classic avoidance technique. ten points for form, but you loose nine of them for poor timing." Wick muttered while following behind Bellamy and looking around. This time however his voice was in a stage whisper more then his normal voice, so he at least obeyed that much. Eyes sharpe! Right. He was looking for a pauna. That sounded little and cute! Like . . . . wait . . . nothing on the ground was little and cute.

Bellamy paused his walking, and Wick nearly crashed into him, while trying to stay close. "I'm not afraid of a pauna." He scoffed, and waited a beat before continuing with a more hurried tone. "What's a pauna? Do I need a weapon? I'm not armed with anything besides my wit." Pauna! Sounded like a large cat. Right, Latin roots and all. He should have paid more attention to Latin class.

He looked around when they were walking and his eyes where scanning the ground. "Do I need to be worried about stepping on it, or will I be able to see it coming?" How big was this thing? If he screamed would the scary grounder come running?! If they did they he didn't need to out run the pauna, just out run the grounders. That was his plan. They were all honor says I must be the best, and they'd do their job....right? He could count on the grounders dying for him, right?

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Wick talked . . . alot. But truth be told, Bellamy was grateful for it. It helped distract him from getting too deep into his own mind, which always seemed a dangerous place to be these days. He wasn't sure he ever fully expressed to Wick how grateful he was for that. But perhaps, he didn't need to. Perhaps, Wick understood, as reflected by his actions of talking on and on. Kyle knew Bellamy, better than a lot of people . . . so perhaps, it was one of those things left unspoken, but mutually understood.

"Yeah there you go, Wick. Talk pauna to death with your wit," Bellamy stated sarcastically in response to his only weapon was his wit. It was true. While he didn't doubt his friend's capabilities, he knew Wick's biggest strength was his intellect. He was a genius of course. But when it came to physical combat . . . well, Bellamy was already developing half a mind to train him some. "Oh you'll definitely see it coming," he assured him.

Bellamy had seen pauna before in his travels . . . unfortunately. He turned to Wick, though keeping a keen eye on their surroundings. "They're like giant . . . " Bellamy had his hands apart to show the size but seeing Wick's face and realizing that he didn't need to unnecessarily scare him, Bellamy's hands slowly moved closer together as if decreasing the size of pauna. Which, wasn't entirely accurate. "Baby monkeys." A correction, but only to ease his friend's mind with the hope that they wouldn't actually see one.

[Kyle Wick]

"Yeah there you go, Wick. Talk pauna to death with your wit," Kyle grinned, a bit proud of himself. Bellamy wasn't overly sarcastic when he was moody, so if he was teasing Kyle then he was lightening up just slightly. Which was why he had followed Bellamy. Even if his friend didn't want to talk, then he could at least distract him. "Oh you'll definitely see it coming," Wait, what? Kyle slowed his walking to a stop and stared at Bellamy. "They're like giant . . . " Wick stared in horror as Bellamy's hands moved far apart, but then Bellamy seemed to regauge the size and narrow the space. "Baby monkeys."

Giant baby monkeys. "That don't sound too bad." Wick said, trying to decide on if he believed Bellamy or not. Kyle wasn't stupid, he knew there was a chance that Bellamy was lying to him, and that the lie was meant to protect him not scare him--but he also was banking on that Bellamy wouldn't want Wick unprepared out here. "I mean I've not seen baby monkeys before but how bad could they be?" Wick looked around and wondered why they were even here? "You know, it would suck to have three months left to live and for it to get cut short because some baby monkey made me his bitch." Kyle muttered, then looked back at Bellamy. "So uh, stay close. So I can watch your back and you can save my ass."

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