Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Jan 16, 2013 1:06:47 GMT -5
Hindrick gave a small grunt when Rey pulled on the rope, it gave him a pinch of discomfort but the amount of true pain it caused was unknown to him. With the pull of the rope he walked behind the Confederate soldier, but not without giving a look to the fallen beast and graves. He might have mumbled something, but it was impossible to hear.
The march was tiring and slow, Hindrick had trouble keeping up with the drug coursing though his veins. Also the singing didn't help any. The man started out with a few drinking songs that eventually turned into somber Irish love songs. Even through the slurring, he had a good voice. Dalton however took the songs as a personal offense and spent a large amount of the walk glaring and yelling at Hindrick when the man sung to loud. The black-haired youth only received a half dazed stare before the man returned to singing. Clearly he was too drugged to even care.
By the time the group had set camp for the night, Hindrick must had made a few passes at Rey and Tommy in Gaelic. Thankfully the two understood nothing. If they did, they would have probably turned an even deeper shade of red than their hair. Once at camp the drugged man calmed down. Finally able to sit he was feeling the effects of the drugs. The weary and tired feeling creeping at the back of his brain.
He was thankfully sat between Tommy and Lucas. Rey had enough sense to keep Dalton from sitting next to the man. When Tommy finally awoke and took his brew from the goaler, Hindrick did the same. He eyed it, sniffed it, sipped it and then promptly poured his into Tommy's cup. He gave the most dead pan face he could manage while doing the task. It was quite a feat considering he had ropes holding his hands together.
Dalton huffed and rank his brew slowly, savouring the gritty meaty flavour. Also it was something to line his belly. He wasn't expecting any more food after this, but played nicely with the goaler for the moment. He would give a glare, but did nothing more than that. "Harris, Dalton," he grumbled. The black haired youth dipped his head again and ignored what was going on after that. He was quite sure he didn't want to know.
When his turn came to introduce himself, the man giggled. He was in no state to be serious and he probably wouldn't be until he slept off the drugs. "Mah name es' Captin' Tightpants. Ye wan ta' help me lossen dem?" He slurred most of the sentence and made a small motion towards his crotch. Another giggle slipped from his lips and he leaned back onto the hide of the large dinosaur behind him. He spent a good amount of time staring up at the sky. Lucas' gruff voice made him look down again and eye the man. It looked like he would say something for a good period of time, but instead he snorted and leaned back on the dinosaur.
If Rey had said anything, it was possible that Hindrick had heard it, but it was also possible he heard none of it. Though the man did react when he had the bit of meat placed in his hands. He blinked, at first you'd think it was from the size, but it was really from the fact it was a perfect slab of dinosaur meat. Anatomy classes had drilled all the muscles into his brain and he spent the next ten minutes stripping the meat form the dinosaur and placing it in the cup while stating the muscles proper Latin name and common name. By the end he picked the bones cleaned and started mumbling the names to them as well. At some point he must have eaten, because the cup was empty as he threw the last bone into the fire.
"Ken Ah have some papah'? Please? A bit of charcoal?" The injured man gave a look that one could liken to a drugged golden retriever puppy after a minor surgery begging for a treat. Happy, pleading and unknowing of what you'd just done to it.
(( I am so sorry, he is terribly immature and just a nutter on drugs. :'D ))
The march was tiring and slow, Hindrick had trouble keeping up with the drug coursing though his veins. Also the singing didn't help any. The man started out with a few drinking songs that eventually turned into somber Irish love songs. Even through the slurring, he had a good voice. Dalton however took the songs as a personal offense and spent a large amount of the walk glaring and yelling at Hindrick when the man sung to loud. The black-haired youth only received a half dazed stare before the man returned to singing. Clearly he was too drugged to even care.
By the time the group had set camp for the night, Hindrick must had made a few passes at Rey and Tommy in Gaelic. Thankfully the two understood nothing. If they did, they would have probably turned an even deeper shade of red than their hair. Once at camp the drugged man calmed down. Finally able to sit he was feeling the effects of the drugs. The weary and tired feeling creeping at the back of his brain.
He was thankfully sat between Tommy and Lucas. Rey had enough sense to keep Dalton from sitting next to the man. When Tommy finally awoke and took his brew from the goaler, Hindrick did the same. He eyed it, sniffed it, sipped it and then promptly poured his into Tommy's cup. He gave the most dead pan face he could manage while doing the task. It was quite a feat considering he had ropes holding his hands together.
Dalton huffed and rank his brew slowly, savouring the gritty meaty flavour. Also it was something to line his belly. He wasn't expecting any more food after this, but played nicely with the goaler for the moment. He would give a glare, but did nothing more than that. "Harris, Dalton," he grumbled. The black haired youth dipped his head again and ignored what was going on after that. He was quite sure he didn't want to know.
When his turn came to introduce himself, the man giggled. He was in no state to be serious and he probably wouldn't be until he slept off the drugs. "Mah name es' Captin' Tightpants. Ye wan ta' help me lossen dem?" He slurred most of the sentence and made a small motion towards his crotch. Another giggle slipped from his lips and he leaned back onto the hide of the large dinosaur behind him. He spent a good amount of time staring up at the sky. Lucas' gruff voice made him look down again and eye the man. It looked like he would say something for a good period of time, but instead he snorted and leaned back on the dinosaur.
If Rey had said anything, it was possible that Hindrick had heard it, but it was also possible he heard none of it. Though the man did react when he had the bit of meat placed in his hands. He blinked, at first you'd think it was from the size, but it was really from the fact it was a perfect slab of dinosaur meat. Anatomy classes had drilled all the muscles into his brain and he spent the next ten minutes stripping the meat form the dinosaur and placing it in the cup while stating the muscles proper Latin name and common name. By the end he picked the bones cleaned and started mumbling the names to them as well. At some point he must have eaten, because the cup was empty as he threw the last bone into the fire.
"Ken Ah have some papah'? Please? A bit of charcoal?" The injured man gave a look that one could liken to a drugged golden retriever puppy after a minor surgery begging for a treat. Happy, pleading and unknowing of what you'd just done to it.
(( I am so sorry, he is terribly immature and just a nutter on drugs. :'D ))
