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Post by ana on Sept 19, 2006 16:52:54 GMT -5
Name: Marty Appearance:  What you do: I wander the jungle, eating vegetation, small animals, dead people from plane crashes, y'know the usual. Frequent moods/expressions: Happy go lucky. I'm not one for fighting unless I really have to. I'm a lover not a fighter. Weaknesses/bad habits: Jake says I'm untidy, but I don't think so. So what if I roll in the mud now and then? I think the ladies love it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Jake Appearance:  What you do: I'm a jungle beast. I do what I want when I want. No-one argues with that, or else they get the sharp end of my tusks. Frequent moods/expressions: Often temporamental and easily irritated. Likely to start a fight if provoked, especially when eating. Weaknesses/bad habits: I have a weakness for romantic comedys staring Tom Hanks, which does nothing for my macho exterior, so don't go repeating that. Also, Marty says I chew with my mouth open. But I can't help it with these tusks, so I tell him to get lost. |
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Post by Jack on Sept 19, 2006 17:04:21 GMT -5
ah ha, ah ha ha ha ha ha, lol, ah man, that's funny, good job, ha ha ha ha
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Post by ana on Sept 19, 2006 17:06:54 GMT -5
I couldn't resist  |
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 19, 2006 20:44:15 GMT -5
Lmao!! Freakin' classic! And Jake Boar, your secret is safe with me. *snicker* That is, as long as you don't try and run me down the few times I'll brave the jungle. If you do, then I'm gonna tell everyone about your romantic comedies starring Tom Hanks fetish!
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Nothing is always something plg%%Sun Kwon, Jemima Lynette, Alistair Jones (AJ), Cindy, Camilla %%
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Post by LostLuverJemmz on Sept 20, 2006 11:08:28 GMT -5
HAHAHAHAHAHA LMAO!!! in tears...lol |
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Post by Locke on Sept 20, 2006 11:52:48 GMT -5
Ana, I absolutely LOVE it. Brilliant, LMAO. |
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Post by ana on Sept 20, 2006 19:44:54 GMT -5
Well, you started it with your naming the boar Partial credit to you. |
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LostLuverJemmz
Hunting Boar
Nothing is always something plg%%Sun Kwon, Jemima Lynette, Alistair Jones (AJ), Cindy, Camilla %%
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Post by LostLuverJemmz on Sept 22, 2006 4:39:59 GMT -5
hahahahahahaha! *still laughing uncontrollably* ROFL! |
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Post by Bella on Oct 8, 2006 11:18:52 GMT -5
LOL! Love it, will they be having any flashbacks?
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Post by ana on Oct 17, 2006 7:32:38 GMT -5
I hope so, I think Ethan said he'd write one when he got time. |
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Post by Cyrus on Oct 28, 2006 16:55:03 GMT -5
Jake butted directly into the tree, attempting to knock it down. It had almost certainly stolen his berries. The evidence was there. His berries had been there. The other boar, Marty, had come. Marty was not a thief. The berries were soon gone. Marty left. The obvious, and most likely, culprit was the tree.
He had been slamming into it for the past hour, now. He was in a great deal of pain. But no, he wouldn't give in. That's what it wanted. The gnarled bark. The twisted face that seemed set in it. Fucking tree.
He slammed into it again, and upon doing so, knocked himself out.
DREAM SEQUENCE
Jake was floating. It was a nice kind of floating, but he was also angry.
Then he saw it. A luminous, shiny light that threw a bright curtain over the mountainous clouds, parting, revealing a pair of great, golden gates. A stupid smile spread across his face. Or as close as he could get to a smile. When you're a boar, emotion is communicated through the eyes, grunts, an sudden headbutts.
Closer...closer...and he just knew...had this innate knowledge...that now, everything would be alright.
END DREAM SEQUENCE
The tree in front of him was uprooted violently, and Jake felt a sudden warmth running down his legs in liquid form. The smoke monster. He picked himself up, and ran as fast as he possibly could, as fast as his tiny little stubs would carry him.
Oh, fuck me, fuck me, this is bad, fuck me, agh!
The horrific sounds continued to follow him, not giving up, and he suddenly leaped through the air.
He came into contact with a strange liquid. It was clear, and sparkly, and as soon as he entered, something distressing happened. The mud...the beautiful mud that caked his fur...left him. This...water, was....it was....making him...not filthy.
He squealed, and leaped out, but it was too late. With a sense of shame, he realized he was now...clean. Then came the anger.
He charged, no longer caring about the monster. He ran directly into a clearing, and saw it, a monstrous column of smoke. The mechanical churning grew to eardrum-shattering loudness, but Jake refused to move. He gave a disgruntled grunt of angry gruntness.
The monster was silent, and considered him for a moment. Then, it retreated into itself, and fled in the opposite direction. Jake charged after it, and the monster picked up speed, disappearing into the ground. Cowardly creature.
He smelt it, then. The aroma of mud. Again, the boar grunt-smile. He charged again, leaping again...and landed directly into a thick pile of mud. Bliss.
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Post by ana on Oct 29, 2006 9:08:32 GMT -5
He he he.....that made me chuckle |
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 5, 2006 3:24:02 GMT -5
Lmao! That was great! Damn tree. It had that uprooting coming.  And I hope Marty or Jake never give me a disgruntled grunt of angry gruntness.... |
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