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9/24/2015 9:31:23 PM
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"I'll be right back."
[b]Astrid goes hunting for food, leaving him alone[/b]
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"BE CAREFUL OF THE WINDS!" Sawyer screams to Astrid.
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"I WILL!"
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Sawyer stokes the fire and waits for Astrid, but he falls into a deep sliver from exhaustion instead. He wakes in the morning, a dead lizard, looking smoky and delicious roasting on the fire. "Hello," Sawyer grumbles.
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"Hello, the food is ready, want some?"
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Edited by Veration: 9/24/2015 10:59:39 PM"Hell yes. I'm as hungry as a wolf." Sawyer takes the lizard, and pops it in his mouth. He is done eating in about 10 seconds "Could've used some salt and a bit of zest, but we are on enemy lines in a lifeless desert." [spoiler]Sorry for not responding, I was binging The Wonder Years on Nexflix[/spoiler]
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"Glad you enjoyed that." [b]he notices the tail of a lizard in her mouth and she kicks some blood off her lips[/b]
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"Uhh, I'm not even going to question that. Anyways, the wind is howling like a virgin. Get your stuff on, this is happening."
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"Ok." [b]she grabs her Tesla rifle and checks the mag[/b]
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"Full?"
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"Yup, let's go."
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Sawyer and Astrid snake along the perimeter of the stronghold, feeling refreshed from a good nights sleep. They are in front of the side, where the open ventilation is, and a guard holds ground there. "Shit on a brick! They must of came aware of the opening at night. Do you--" Suddenly the wind picks up. On this trick, luck has been in Sawyer's favor. "Okay, what is about to come out of my mouth may sound like lunacy, but relying on the sandstorm picking up again, we are going to crawl into the vents 2 feet away from this guy."
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"Sounds easy for me."
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"Well sorry, I'm not Remnant. I'm stuck in this giant, lumbering, slow body."
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"It's fine, I wasn't trying to insult you."
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"You weren't offensive. Just how I act, like an ass. Sarcasm is my first language." "We're not getting any younger. Let's go." Astrid and Sawyer drudge through the sandstorm, thankful for the helmets. "You need to guide me. A hand? I assume a perk of being Night is sand...vision...or, something."
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"It's fine, I can sense where to go."
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"Thanks." Sawyer grabs Astrid hand, and he immediately scratches his palm on her wickedly sharp claws. They get closer to to the point where Astrid taps his knuckle. They both crawl into the grate which is very dingy and dusty. As far as Sawyer knew, the guard didn't notice them. "Do you think that guy saw us?" Sawyer says, adjusting his arm so he didn't squash a rat under his elbow.
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"No, I smelled the hormones coming from him, he didn't notice us."
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"Good. I know this place in and out. Take a left, we'll see a giant fan. That means where getting closer to the church. That's where the bins are being planted."
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"What's in the bins?"
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"What?"
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"What's in the bins?"
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"What the hell do you mean? What bins?"
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"Nevermind, I must have heard something wrong."
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"Weirdo." [spoiler]Im sorry, what did I mention?[/spoiler]
