KEEP THE FIRE GOING!!!

Hullo, there! My name's Ralph. I'll stand on my head for you, if you say something funny! If you help with the shelters, you're on my good side. If you let the fire out, consider us mortal enemies. Now, with all that sorted out, I'm going to try to get us rescued as soon as possible. ((Independent RP account for Ralph from "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding))

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Ralph turned around, exhaustion hovering just under his skin as he placed two fingers on his chin and contemplated his next decision.

"I think," he started, still looking around, "we should go…that way!"

He pointed to a wooden sign that read “Olde Port” and gave Jack...

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"Come on, then!" he shouted over his shoulder, gesturing distractedly in a completely different direction than the one in which he was heading.

The sun was still high in the sky, its rays painting the sidewalk in lumpy, faded shadows and strips of brilliant yellow. Ralph continued on, convincing himself that he was going the right way.

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((HOLY CRAP IT'S BEEN FORTY DAYS I AM THE WORST. I'm so sorry. Junior year sucks so much I'm kind of just peeing on the world. I'll definitely try to be on more. Jesus. Smelling. Smells. I'm so, so sorry. Ahhhhhhhhh))

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"It’s all right," Ralph declared with a sigh as he trained his eyes on the foggy horizon. He was upset, yes, but he wasn’t going to cry over a few shops he remember visiting when he was a child. He had to keep reminding himself: he’s a man now. Men don’t cry over...

[fuckyeahstandonmyhead-blog]

Ralph turned around, exhaustion hovering just under his skin as he placed two fingers on his chin and contemplated his next decision.

"I think," he started, still looking around, "we should go...that way!"

He pointed to a wooden sign that read "Olde Port" and gave Jack a slight smile before heading towards it.

"This ought to be the right way."

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Ralph was beaming as he began to sprint toward the town centre. When he stopped and looked around, however, he noticed that every building he saw took a bit of his spirit away. He pointed to a relatively short establishment and frowned.

"This used to be an ice cream shop," he remembered solemnly as he turned to face another building.

"This was a toy store. And this place had an old man who made my dad shoes!" After the initial shock and feeling of loss, Ralph sat down on a wooden bench and covered his face with his hands.

"…What happened?"

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Jack followed, although he didn’t know how to console Ralph; it’s not like he could rebuild the blonde’s childhood memories. 

"Perhaps…they just moved their shops somewhere else." he offered, trying to sound slightly optimistic. But to move business from the centre of town elsewhere would be a stupid economic move, Jack knew that for certain.

"After all, the elderly have to be close to home, no?" Jack added to convince the boy. "And it’s not quite warm enough for ice cream—maybe they decided to open seasonally." He sat down at the opposite end of the bench.

"We can look for someone who knows where everything went."

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"It's all right," Ralph declared with a sigh as he trained his eyes on the foggy horizon. He was upset, yes, but he wasn't going to cry over a few shops he remember visiting when he was a child. He had to keep reminding himself: he's a man now. Men don't cry over stupid things. Men are strong and hold their heads up high even in the bleakest of situations. That's what his father had always done.

"Perhaps we should keep going."

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After walking through the small patch of trees and across a peculiarly-barren patch of asphalt, Ralph could see the town centre about five-hundred feet in front of them.

"There!" he exclaimed, pointing excitedly toward the first building in view.

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Jack looked up. Finally, civilization..! He turned to face Ralph, who looked happier than he had been since they’d left “home”.

"Well? What are we waiting for?" he asked, trying to hold back an excited grin. "An invitation?"

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Ralph was beaming as he began to sprint toward the town centre. When he stopped and looked around, however, he noticed that every building he saw took a bit of his spirit away. He pointed to a relatively short establishment and frowned.

"This used to be an ice cream shop," he remembered solemnly as he turned to face another building.

"This was a toy store. And this place had an old man who made my dad shoes!" After the initial shock and feeling of loss, Ralph sat down on a wooden bench and covered his face with his hands.

"...What happened?"

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Ralph bent down with a sour expression and flicked the bug off.

"It’s just a tiny bug. Couldn’t you have gotten it yourself?!" he criticised, going back to checking for ticks himself.

[icansinghighc]

"In such a state, I couldn’t!"...

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After walking through the small patch of trees and across a peculiarly-barren patch of asphalt, Ralph could see the town centre about five-hundred feet in front of them.

"There!" he exclaimed, pointing excitedly toward the first building in view.

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Ralph bent down with a sour expression and flicked the bug off.

"It’s just a tiny bug. Couldn’t you have gotten it yourself?!" he criticised, going back to checking for ticks himself.

[icansinghighc]

"In such a state, I couldn’t!" Jack answered indignantly. He folded his arms across his chest with a pout. 

"…Thank you, for getting rid of it." he said, gritting his teeth. His eyes continued scanning for more ticks, and luckily, didn’t see anymore.

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Ralph frowned, suddenly drained his increasing coldness and hunger. He flicked two ticks off the backs of his legs and continued forward without saying a word to Jack.

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"More trees," Ralph responded with a simper. A snake slithered by his foot, but he made no move to get away from it. It was a harmless corn snake, gone in seconds.

[icansinghighc]

"And you came out here on holiday…" Jack murmured,...

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Ralph bent down with a sour expression and flicked the bug off.

"It's just a tiny bug. Couldn't you have gotten it yourself?!" he criticised, going back to checking for ticks himself.

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"More trees," Ralph responded with a simper. A snake slithered by his foot, but he made no move to get away from it. It was a harmless corn snake, gone in seconds.

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"And you came out here on holiday…" Jack murmured, luckily ignoring the snake in the grass. 

"I’m sure they’ve still got some ponies around here." he added, hoping that would excite Ralph and prompt them to get out of the grass faster.

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"Don't be ridiculous. My parents had chauffers who would drive us there. They'd never walk through all this nonsense," he explained dryly as they came to the edge of the field.

"Check for ticks. They don't bite immediately, so you'll probably find one or two crawling around on you."

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Ralph sighed, kicking a rock with his foot and continuing apathetically.

"The faster we get through it, the less likely we are to get bit by one."

[icansinghighc]

Jack nodded, and resumed calculating his steps. The silence between...

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"More trees," Ralph responded with a simper. A snake slithered by his foot, but he made no move to get away from it. It was a harmless corn snake, gone in seconds.

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Ralph sighed, kicking a rock with his foot and continuing apathetically.

"The faster we get through it, the less likely we are to get bit by one."

[icansinghighc]

Jack nodded, and resumed calculating his steps. The silence between the two of them was becoming rather uncomfortable for him.

"How much farther are we?" the boy asked blankly, watching the blades of grass carefully for tiny bugs. 

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"Only about a mile, but the field stops right there." Ralph indicated a small patch of trees at the edge of the field with his index finger.

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"What are you talking about? People get ticks all the time," Ralph countered as he swat a spider off his leg.

[icansinghighc]

Jack skittered away. “Don’t fling it at me!” he whined.

He sighed; why did they have to go this way?

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Ralph sighed, kicking a rock with his foot and continuing apathetically.

"The faster we get through it, the less likely we are to get bit by one."

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"What are you talking about? People get ticks all the time," Ralph countered as he swat a spider off his leg.

[icansinghighc]

Jack skittered away. “Don’t fling it at me!” he whined.

He sighed; why did they have to go this way?

"Well, I don’t need a tick bite, and neither do you!” he stated. “After all, I wouldn’t know how to treat one.” He raised an eyebrow.

"Would you?"

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Ralph frowned.

"I don't think it's a big deal. They're so tiny. How could it be any worse than a mosquito?"

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Ralph shrugged, walking calmly through the field.

"I’ve never actually gotten bit by one," he reasoned, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He really just wanted to find a nice, warm place to sleep.

[icansinghighc]

Jack made a sour expression; how could Ralph...

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"What are you talking about? People get ticks all the time," Ralph countered as he swat a spider off his leg.

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"Right," he agreed, walking forward and taking the lead. There was a long stretch of silence before Ralph spoke again.

"Might get ticks…" he mumbled as his legs started to brush against the tall grass.

[icansinghighc]

"T-ticks..?!” Jack’s yelped, his voice raising an octave. He...

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Ralph shrugged, walking calmly through the field.

"I've never actually gotten bit by one," he reasoned, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He really just wanted to find a nice, warm place to sleep.

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"It depends…Where do you want to go? Perhaps we should head into the town centre," Ralph mused aloud, eyes screwed up as he attempted to focus.

[icansinghighc]

"As long as you know how to get there…" Jack muttered under his breath....

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"Right," he agreed, walking forward and taking the lead. There was a long stretch of silence before Ralph spoke again.

"Might get ticks..." he mumbled as his legs started to brush against the tall grass.