[07]

[vampirelayer]

Alright, campers, listen up.  Today's the ten mile survival hike, so get your gear and line up at 0800. 

It's going to be you and me and mother nature so only:

one regulation canteen
the clothes on your back
and I guess the shoes on your feet are okay.

You'll be learning what to eat in the wild, how to tell directions and not get hopelessly lost, and how to survive bear attacks.

Oh right, I probably should have... mentioned the bears.  They've been spotted in the part of the forest we're heading towards, sooo... buddy system.

[This post can be used as either a journal or action!spam log for the Sabre Tooth Tiger cabin, which consists of highly aggressive and/or violence-is-the-best-solution campers, so if you want in, just jump in!  Inmates/wardens/campers/counselors/etc.]

Comments

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[cuzitswrong.livejournal.com]

Someone thinks he's funny, doesn't he?

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[ahahaaahooo.livejournal.com]

[Grin, shrug.] What can I say? It's a talent.

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[cuzitswrong.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. Don't let that funny man shtick get out of hand. Unless you like... running laps around the campgrounds.

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[ahahaaahooo.livejournal.com]

[He raised his hands, fingers splayed in an innocent 'who me?' gesture. The innocent aspect of it unfortunately failed due to the fact that he still had his knife in one hand. He glanced at it.] Oops. [And waggled his fingers and making it disappear down his sleeve, a polished, magic trick sort of move.]

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[cuzitswrong.livejournal.com]

[See her eyes rolling back in her head.]

I better not see that again. Unless the bears come around.

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[ahahaaahooo.livejournal.com]

[He points his finger at her.] When the bears come, you'll be glad I brought it along.

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[cuzitswrong.livejournal.com]

I'm not afraid of the bears.

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[ahahaaahooo.livejournal.com]

Sure you're not.

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[cuzitswrong.livejournal.com]

Please. I've come out of bear attacks alive before.

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[ahahaaahooo.livejournal.com]

He raised his eyebrows, moving forwards and crossing his legs under him. "Teddy bears?" he asked, straight faced.

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[cuzitswrong.livejournal.com]

[Snoooort.] Sure, Jay. Teddy bears.

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[ahahaaahooo.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you've been attacked by actual bears? [He gives her a look up and down.] Can I see the scars?

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[cuzitswrong.livejournal.com]

You aren't seeing anything.

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[ahahaaahooo.livejournal.com]

[Grin.] Sure [He leant back again. No point pushing it now, they had the whole summer to look forward to.]