Too loud

I really don't want to do this next shift.

Yes, you are.

Yeah. Eight long hours of it.

Well, maybe it's not as interesting for others as it is for me. I once heard somebody fall on their ass. Couldn't tell who it was, but they said several words that I do not feel comfortable repeating.

I laughed so hard I almost fell out of the tree a couple times. I don't even feel bad, should I?

#convo-noah

I really don't want to do this next shift.

I was half-joking, but hey, if you’re down!

Sure. Least I can do. Besides, it’s boring as fuck by yourself.

#wow sorry for late #convo-noah

Am I the only one that enjoys watch?

Seems like the only place to get alone time here.

I really don't want to do this next shift.

Any volunteers?

#ethan tryna secretly make friends #convo-noah

I'll take it, not much use anywhere else. Care to at least join?

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Wh-what's wrong?

Charlie relished in Ethan’s surrender a little more than was maybe healthy. When he felt the tap on his arm he lifted off him immediately, and rolled back and into a relaxed half-lotus. “Yeah, that’s the kind of thing you ask permission for first,” Charlie said, winking. Then he straightened his face. “Not that that’s my type of thing. Ever. It really hurt.”

"Speaking of which," he said leaning forward, "are you okay?" He’d been a bit carried up in the fight and reading his opponent, he forgot that he’d landed some pretty solid blows. He’d feel pretty guilty if his relentlessness had gotten someone badly bruised. Especially someone who gave every inclination he wanted to be friends.

Ethan sat up straight, looking like something out of The Exorcist. He looked toward Charlie, then to the ground. "Sorry. I'm really sorry. I just can't stand losing." He felt bad, really bad, he knew that what he did was shitty. He just lost control and became greedy and lustful for the win, which he didn't even get.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'll wake up with a bruise here and there, but it won't be anything too terrible. What about you?" Ethan was more concerned with Charlie, he could have ruined his chance at having children, or worse, having sex. He didn't know why Charlie had asked him, of course his punches hurt, and of course he'll bruise. Why did he care? No one cared before.

#para-charlie

"Oww!" Charlie shouted, before a high pitched whine started ringing out from god knows where. "Oww," he laughed, pitching over and lying in the grass. He laughed some more. So Ethan did play dirty sometimes, huh? Best not to trap him in a corner.

Of course that didn’t mean Charlie was gonna let him get away with it. What kind of lesson would that be? Now they were both low to the ground, it was easy to swing over and pin Ethan. His heavier body and greater strength pushed the other boy into the dirt. He huffed a breath of victory. “That was a low blow, Ethan.”

Charlie's shoulder drove into Ethan's chest. He was completely immobilized, save for a bit of squirming. He didn't want to tap, but if he didn't, he would pass out in seconds. Ethan stopped squirming, and accepted his defeat. He tapped Charlie twice on the arm, "Sorry about the dick thing. I'm not a fan of losing." Ethan tried to fight clean whenever he got into a scuffle, but only when he knew he was going to win. Charlie was too much for him, and Ethan had to use the moves he was taught in the dark alleys and backstreets of his hometown. He hated fighting dirty, but hated losing even more.

A Cold sweat - Rex and Ethan

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Incidentally, he was sitting outside when he witnessed the boy walk home. Rex was having a smoke near the side of the barn, his feet propped up against an empty crate as he allowed himself to relax. It’s been a pretty long day; lookout was especially tough a few hours ago due to a huge storm and he, without a coat or any other sort of rain gear, could already predict an impending cold coming up. Bloody brilliant, Rex thought to himself as he took another long drag.

The sound of crunching leaves caught his attention and he stopped moving, sitting upright. Peering over the crate, the image of Ethan made his smirk widen; that little shit, eh? The memory of what happened earlier that day was still fresh in his mind and with each step the boy took, Rex felt a huge need to hurt him. With that, he reached out and focused on the wet floor in front of Ethan’s feet, freezing the water and creating a slick, wet area right where he was gonna step.

Ethan was focused on the sounds of the camp. He wasn't particularly attentive to the ground he was walking on. The water froze, fast, and Ethan barely had a second to react before he began to flip over, feet toward the sky. He landed on his back with a hard smack, the shock sent ripples through his whole body and Ethan twisted his face in pain. He tried to use his hands to help him back up but his shoes had no grip and he fell back onto his chest, knock the wind out of him.

Ethan looked at the ice under him, it wasn't naturally formed ice, there were no crystals. Someone did this. "Rex! Where the fuck are you? Hide however long you want, I'll fucking hear you!" He got himself to his feet, after a few seconds of struggling and trying not too call and make himself look like an ass when he knew Rex was somewhere watching him. Ethan walked off of the patch of ice, and caught his breath. He tuned all the background noise out, he listened for breathing, steps, heartbeats, anything that he could use to find out where Rex was hiding. He heard a breath, burning of tobacco, behind him. Rex smokes? Ethan thought to himself, he charged into the trees looking for a fight.

#para-rex #woo woo

As Ethan rolled away, Charlie pulled in his limbs to form a protective ball. His opponent wasn’t playing dirty though. Huh, so I guess he’s the type of guy who won’t kick someone when they’re down. "You’ll have to say hi for me at the pearly gates!" he joked. Pulling in a steadying breath he sprung up, extending his strong body and throwing his weight onto the boy in front of him. His hands were on Ethan’s upper arms, just above the elbow. His right knee he brought forward, ready to send it into the other’s core if he tried something.

Ethan saw Charlie shoot forward, faster than he though Charlie could move, he was surprised. He tried to jump backwards as fast as he could, but Charlie latched onto his arms before he could take the first step. He knew he had to get out his hands or else he wouldn't be breathing in a few seconds. Ethan dropped down as low as he could to loosen the grip on his arms. He brought his arms across his face to protect his pearly whites, but Charlie had his arms in a vice. He did what he had to do.

"Sorry Charles."

He headbutted Charles right in his dick.

#para-charlie

Charlie was prepared for Ethan to try and knock him over, not lift him up. Where did this guy hide all that muscle? A rush of air galloped out of his lungs as he went with the throw and tried to twist the both of them onto their sides. “My kind of alleys!” They both thunked over and his eyes lit up.

Suddenly he imagined Ethan squeezing at his gut and a snort of laughter.

Okay, now he had to make sense of it, but there wasn’t enough time to block. Charlie tightened his abs and brought his arm out from under him. Let’s do this.

Ethan fell hard on his right elbow, possibly spraining something, but the adrenaline dulled his nerves. He didn't feel a thing. He made a quick roll to his left and shot back up to a wrestlers stance. Waiting for Charlie to stumble back up so he could knock him over on his ass again. He paced around him, waiting for the air to come back into his lungs. Ethan caught his breath, studied his surroundings, and figured out a plan of action. The plan was to beat Charlie.

"What are you waiting for? The new pope? We're just getting started."

#para-ethan

Charlie laughed, and rolled shoulder first to get away, adopting a low, wide stance once he landed. “You’re like a little shrimp!” Ethan was wily, and that little maneuver was reminiscent of b-boy moves. Charlie was almost tempted to make his attacks more obvious so he could watch how he dodged. More than a little tempted. Totally tempted. Charlie twisted his core to get more stability, and then brought up his right arm dramatically to pound down on his opponent. Meanwhile he pulled taught his left in case he needed a little jab.

#para-charlie #i imagine ethan as a wrestler kinda guy

Ethan had barely seen Charlie's falling arm, it was already too late. He felt his elbow driving deep into his spine. He had already gotten a firm lock on Charlie's thighs, he twisted his hands around each other to make sure Charlie couldn't wiggle himself out of this one. He took a firm squat stance to prepare to lift Charlie off of the ground. "Shit man, reminds me of the alleys back in town." Ethan knew that Charlie was a pretty big guy, and that he wasn't as big, so instead of pushing him backwards, he began to lift him up and over his head. "Try not to break your neck, that'd be a terrible mess."

"You want a closer look?" Charlie laughed. Fixing his feet discreetly into a fighting stance, he started to quickly take off his shirt. He wanted to make a joke about coming out of his cocoon, but then he realized that’d imply his biceps were butterflies, and that wasn’t the best comparison imaginable. He flexed his arm with a bouncing eyebrow raise, and then with a flourish he threw his shirt at Ethan. Using the distraction, he swept out his leg to trip his opponent. This was gonna be fun.