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"Will you shut up and help for once, instead of being a lumber-loser?" Jazz sneers.
(Am I right when I say he's from 7? If not, replace it with a different insult.) |
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"Hey, least I didn't get a 4." I shrugged absently, her crude comment sail right past me. |
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"Atleast I'll survive this (Curse)int arena. All you'll do is chop down trees and die of thirst." Jazz spits, sharpening her knives by scraping the against each other. |
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"But, uh, we have a pile of water here." |
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Jazz smirks.
"And we have a pile of corpses here. Stop stating the obvious." |
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"We have like five. Five isn't a pile." |
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"It is when there six. Care to help with that eqaluation?' Jazz asks, looking up from her knives. |
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"You are about as scary as the D3 twelve year olds." |
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"Cool story, Atlas. Go out hunting and get more wood for a fire." Jazz states completely ignoring his comment. |
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"Leon is hunting, I have enough wood for three nights, now please stop being the brat you obviously are, and possibly do something productive?" |
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"I am doing something productive." Jazz sneers. "I'm sharpening my knives. |
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"Sure, sure." I shook my head, grinning at the situation, I turned towards the other careers, "Be honest, who do you think is more helpful to the wellbeing on the group?" |
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Jazz chuckles.
"Atlas, calm down. This is not supposed to be a sibling rivalry for attention. Lets just go out and hunt or something if you're feeling so competitive." |
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I sighed, beginning to get irritated with this wanna-be career.
"You're trying to act cool and funny, but you're really getting on my nerves." |
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"Good. I need that for a Career. It gets you on your tiptoes, ready to pounce." Jazz states. |
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"No, just means you're getting on my nerves." |
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-Bates-
You practice thrusting a bit, until you suddenly see the flash of an arrow, and the knife falls from your grip.
A soft hiss emerges for a second from the trees, and then a sudden scream from a woman. You hear footsteps running away. |
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Jazz chuckles again.
"I'm wanting to hunt. I'll want two or three people here to watch the place." |
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Bates dropped down against the leaves, setting his throwing knife beside him and grabbing his crossbow. Breathing slowly, he tried to relax as he looked around. |
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"Maybe you should stay back girly, you were the one who somehow was injured close to the camp." |
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-Bates-
Reasoning, you think someone fell into your trap and the other one ran away. Reasoning at least, but you can't be sure unless you check it out. The person's still screaming. |
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"Fine, I will. Go out and hunt, I'll stay here and watch over our stuff." Jazz smirks. |
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"No needa' smirk, I am the groups tracker, so I'd have to go out anyway." I guzzled some water. |
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Bates turned slightly towards the direction of the trap. Was the sound louder or clearer? |
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