poohlive
Silly Ole Bear
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Ooc: About time you two finished... not that it wasn't pleasent for everyone...
damnit, ok ummm does anybody have a towel?
Blore woke as the sun rose. He didn't dream that night. It was the first time in years that he had gone without a dream. He calmly watched the sun start it's descent into the heavens, the burning gases radiating with the desert heat.
(of course everyone could hear you... it wasn't like you were making love in a sealed chamber, it was a tent, lol)
Blore got up, and set a morning fire. He decidedly cooked a delicious, but simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and some cold biscuts on the side. He set each plate on the make shift tables, beside the fire. No one was functioning yet, and it was way part morning time. Blore furrowed his brow, when he suddenly got an idea... a cruel idea.
Blore grabbed his trumpet from the stachel on his camel.(yes, the man plays an instrument, ladies... it's a dream come true). He wetted his lips, watching the tents with great interest. Silence, a desert silence had overcome it. He breathed in, and blew.
Ahhh, life was good.
Finally when the apron came off, Blore went to check on his weapons. The shotguns, the revolvers, the rifles, even the flare gun he packed just in case was there too. The ammunition checked out, seeing as he had fired nothing since the trip began, all of the boxes were still full. He would have to do something about that, but not now. Shooting practice would have to wait until later.
Blore checked the other equipment as well. In the desert, one could never be too careful.
[Edited by poohlive on 12-17-2000 at 03:13 AM]
damnit, ok ummm does anybody have a towel?
Blore woke as the sun rose. He didn't dream that night. It was the first time in years that he had gone without a dream. He calmly watched the sun start it's descent into the heavens, the burning gases radiating with the desert heat.
(of course everyone could hear you... it wasn't like you were making love in a sealed chamber, it was a tent, lol)
Blore got up, and set a morning fire. He decidedly cooked a delicious, but simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and some cold biscuts on the side. He set each plate on the make shift tables, beside the fire. No one was functioning yet, and it was way part morning time. Blore furrowed his brow, when he suddenly got an idea... a cruel idea.
Blore grabbed his trumpet from the stachel on his camel.(yes, the man plays an instrument, ladies... it's a dream come true). He wetted his lips, watching the tents with great interest. Silence, a desert silence had overcome it. He breathed in, and blew.
Ahhh, life was good.
Finally when the apron came off, Blore went to check on his weapons. The shotguns, the revolvers, the rifles, even the flare gun he packed just in case was there too. The ammunition checked out, seeing as he had fired nothing since the trip began, all of the boxes were still full. He would have to do something about that, but not now. Shooting practice would have to wait until later.
Blore checked the other equipment as well. In the desert, one could never be too careful.
[Edited by poohlive on 12-17-2000 at 03:13 AM]