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[monkeycrap]

The sun rises and the forest is very quiet. No sign of the guards. Maybe Jakky and Jessica found out a way to distract them or maybe she just ate them all... you'll never know. That's good news so try not to dwell on it.

If you keep your eyes on the skyline you may notice a pack of crows flying past. When you travel the flora and fauna around you change like they should, but those damn birds are just here to stay apparently. Someone really paranoid might think they're following you, haha!

[ mission: move on. ]

Comments

[dices]

[ doesn't know shit about crows or birds but doesn't think that's normal. it's like they're following them? and he's not even a paranoid guy ]

That's weird.

[noshoes]

[ looks at birds and then at him ]

They follow. [ it's probably the shinning metal things all of you carry that's attracting them ]

[dices]

[ uh. looks down at the little mermaid and smiles ]

Yeah, that's why it's weird.

[noshoes]

[ smiles at him and then at the birds, walking. walking takes sssooo long. why didn't you pick the boat. she could have swam next to your :( ]

Maybe they are looking for a new nest.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[eventually skulked back to camp. not really sure when that happened. could have been the dead of night, could have been right now. constantine can be surprisingly sneaky when he needs to be.]

[inenochian]

[ sneaking and skulking are both highly suspect behaviors. ]

[ has about a thousand eyes and at the moment, a dozen or so are dedicated to constantine's movements, so to say his return goes unnoticed would be too optimistic. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[so is staring you grigoresque creep.]

[you know the prickle at the back of your neck where you feel like someone's watching you? constantine feels like that, times like twenty-four. it's not comfortable by a long shot, and he's good at the little shifts in the world which allow him to slip between the shadows unnoticed. so it's not that he's done a shit job coming back, it's that someone was watching for him.

after a bit of puttering around he slips back into the woods, not really wanting to get left behind but unable to shake that feeling of being watched that he really, really can't stand.]

[inenochian]

[ staring is not suspect. staring is just not polite. ]

[ of course, it doesn't matter that constantine is skirting the edges of the encampment while everyone else is packing up to leave. it wouldn't matter if he was the first one on the trail or the last, either. wherever he is in their lineup, he's not going to be able to shake that sensation. ]

[ if he's even a quarter as clever as he thinks he is (and for him to have survived in his line of work, that's like the minimum requirement), it shouldn't take him too damn long to sort out where all the Watchery is coming from. ]

[sawedoff]

[wow okay gets back to camp in a less than stellar mood after negotiating with satan for hook's piece of shit soul and not even getting to send the bitch back to the hole she came from]

[i guess we're heading out now so great for that. everything's great. it's just great. it's not great, no one told him it was freaking satan in a tiny red dress. there are so many things wrong with what just happened and he's not going to talk about any of it. so basically par for the dean course. he slaps the contract onto hooks chest as he walks past. he can deal with shredding it but he fucking owes him now.]

[strangename]

[ rough day? ]

Uh, hi.

[sawedoff]

[hanging behind the rest of the group while they get ready to go, packing his shit, checking the compass, etc. looks up]

Yeah?

[strangename]

You look like you had a pretty bad day.

[ that's code for: can i blog about it ]

[recurred]

[she's reached a point where things have grown to feel slightly monotonous. this is why she doesn't fare well sitting still for 3 days. and now they're moving again, which is great, but.... she can't help but just stand there and watch everyone begin to trail ahead for a few minutes. swat off some sort of inner philosophical discussion, maybe some homesickness, mostly loneliness.]

[thisbites]

[ swear to god if daniel asks me if i'm a fairy. ]

[fairyvagina]

[It'd be fun to just douse you in glitter just to see you look the utmost displeased]

[rubs at her neck because sleeping last night was horrible between monkeys and the uneven ground, but briefly stops to look up at the murder of crows. ITS CALLED A MURDER, POST.]

Well if that's not ominous..

[thisbites]

[ it wouldn't even take glitter to get that look. a spiked dog collar or a squeaky toy would get the same response. ]

[ is in the middle of reaching to take her pack off her shoulders for her when he sees what she's looking at. ]

You know, they're trainable.

[fairyvagina]

[looks over her shoulder and resumes shedding her pack]

What, we're gonna be suspicious of the birds now too?

[andtrue]

[ wow a lot of people sure haven't met august yet ]

[dices]

[ a lot more people would be willing to if he wasn't The Guy That Was Stalking Them ]

[andtrue]

[ it was one time ]

[dices]

[ more than enough ]

[crotchbite]

[ well there went satan, there went her attempt to get back her ticket home #1

in the front of this group so nobody asks stupid questions since she has a Look on her face and all that ]

[cabineyes]

[ shreds the thousand page contract and throws it into the fire before following them. :) ]

[ this might take a while. ]

[crotchbite]

[ when you're done. ]

Satisfied?

[cabineyes]

[ waits for the pages to burn before starting to kick sand over the fire. ]

Something like that, love.