Rightful Chief

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Samneric stood by the fire, waiting for some meat that the other hunters caught. Of course the other hunters caught the pig, the twins would never be able to kill something like that again. They were talking amongst themselves, no one else around able to hear them when suddenly they walked right into Jack, the leader of their tribe. Startled and scared that they would get yelled at, they stepped back and averted their eyes elsewhere. "Sorry Jack." "Whoops." They went to walk around the redhead but stopped themselves, remembering something they were supposed to tell him. "Oh, we saw some animal tracks—" "—ones we’ve never seen before!" "Roger told us to tell you." They shrugged, disregarding it and turning to walk towards where the meat was being given out.

Jack turned upon news of this, his eyebrows raising with curiosity. He couldn’t help an edge of superiority and anger in his voice; why was he only hearing this now? “Show me.” he commanded, grabbing onto one of the twin’s arms. He couldn’t be sure which. He’d lost track of them after the second day of them being here. “Now, tell me where. What did they look like?”

The twin squeaked as the boy grabbed them, both of their eyes widening and they turned to Jack. "It was near the old fire pit." "They looked queer," the other twin tried to think back to what they looked like. "Like…I don’t know, small feet? They’re hard to explain." "We’ll show you later. Y’know, after we eat." They both spun around and resumed walking to where they would get their meat.

"You'll do no such thing just now. I'm the chief here, I decide who eats." Jack replied, doggedly following them and trying not to make himself look kiddish while doing it. "You hear me? Besides, it's because of me there's anything to eat at all so... You have to tell me more while you eat, anyway." he relented. "About these small feet and all that."

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"So..uhm.."

Ralph rubbed the back of his neck nervously holding out a small clam shell wrapped with leaves.He had tried his best to make this gift look nice despite his limited resources.

"H-Happy red card day."

(( Hey, mind a reply from a Jack? I actually have no idea how these open-rp post things work pfft so-- I'm just going with it ))

{@ sing-c-sharp} | Closed RP

Samneric stood by the fire, waiting for some meat that the other hunters caught. Of course the other hunters caught the pig, the twins would never be able to kill something like that again. They were talking amongst themselves, no one else around able to hear them when suddenly they walked right into Jack, the leader of their tribe. Startled and scared that they would get yelled at, they stepped back and averted their eyes elsewhere. "Sorry Jack." "Whoops." They went to walk around the redhead but stopped themselves, remembering something they were supposed to tell him. "Oh, we saw some animal tracks—" "—ones we’ve never seen before!" "Roger told us to tell you." They shrugged, disregarding it and turning to walk towards where the meat was being given out.

Jack turned upon news of this, his eyebrows raising with curiosity. He couldn't help an edge of superiority and anger in his voice; why was he only hearing this now? "Show me." he commanded, grabbing onto one of the twin's arms. He couldn't be sure which. He'd lost track of them after the second day of them being here. "Now, tell me where. What did they look like?"

#sam-nd-eric #lotf rp

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I was actually on a long hiatus — months? due to some medical problems. I deeply apologize to anyone whose RPs with me were cut short, I’m going to try and catch up with everything now. Sorry again!

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EDIT: If anyone who would like to continue RPs would mind re-submitting their replies, I would really appreciate it. Finding them is a bit overwhelming, especially if I don't know if the other person is still willing to RP.

"Mm…" Jack considered the options. “‘Suppose you’re right. And with only the two of us, we’ll be more quiet and more likely to get something, right? So—" he stood up again, pacing across the hot sand. “So we’ll do that."

"Good," Roger said, getting to his feet, picking up his spear as he did so. He started walking, looking back to make sure Jack followed.

Following suit, Jack puffed out his chest and sped up to lead the way toward the beach. “I hope I’m not wasting my time.” he groused, pushing his too-long hair out of his eyes with a free hand. He slowed to allow Roger to walk beside him.

"I hope not, too," Roger mumbled, catching up to Jack and falling into step beside him. He looked around him, scanning for signs of movement. He secretly hoped he wouldn’t disappoint Jack.

The freckled boy fell silent, rolling his bony and sunburnt shoulders to relieve the muscle tension in them. He glanced around himself, debating whether to let Roger have the glory of spotting the first prey or using it for his own ego. He decided to at least give his friend the chance. "Hear anything?" he whispered.

#thatsnottheway

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Jack stretched out in the sand, feeling hot granules digging into his tanned back as he closed his eyes and thought wistfully of his bed at home. Only in quiet moments like these did he truly miss home, moments in which he didn’t have occupation with hunting or accepting the praise of others. His stilled thoughts brought a painful wash of memories. He could lie to himself as much as he liked, tell himself that the freedom and clean air and warm water was Heaven, but the homesickness stayed. Feeling nearly nauseous with longing, he opened his eyes, grateful for the distraction of another person approaching him. “It’s hot.” he complained as a greeting to the other boy, not bothering to sit up.

Simon emerged from the jungle, the sun hitting his tanned skin. He looked along the beach, and saw the others mainly gathered around the bathing pool. He made to go that way, but then he saw a form lying on the beach. Simon started forwards, soon easily recognizing him as Jack. He nodded as Jack spoke; it was hot out, the sort of heat he had never experienced before. But otherwise, he remained silent, waiting for Jack to continue.

"Can’t you speak?" the redhead demanded rather rudely, closing one eye against the glaring sun. His vision was very sensitive despite all its exposure to the brightness. “Even the water is hot. No relief there." he added to his first statement, hoping to provoke a conversation.

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Simon drew back slightly at the harsh words. He nodded, then forced himself to speak, “Sorry. It’s not so bad in the jungle. No sun, at least.”

"But the creepers are so bloody thick. It’s a hassle." Digging his peeling feet into the sand, Jack covered his eyes with one hand and glanced up at Simon. “You do spend a lot of time in there. What’s so interesting about the jungle anyway?"

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The boy shrugged, digging his toes into the sand. “It’s peaceful there… and I can be alone,” he answered quietly. “It’s really quite nice once you get used to it.”

The redhead held his gaze at the dark-haired boy. "You aren't afraid of whatever's in there?" he asked quietly, then corrected himself. "I'm not either, of course, but with all of the littluns and what have you so upset with it, it wouldn't surprise me."

#skinnyvividlittleboy

hello chief!

Finally one of you has recognized my proper title. Hello to you, too.

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Jack stretched out in the sand, feeling hot granules digging into his tanned back as he closed his eyes and thought wistfully of his bed at home. Only in quiet moments like these did he truly miss home, moments in which he didn’t have occupation with hunting or accepting the praise of others. His stilled thoughts brought a painful wash of memories. He could lie to himself as much as he liked, tell himself that the freedom and clean air and warm water was Heaven, but the homesickness stayed. Feeling nearly nauseous with longing, he opened his eyes, grateful for the distraction of another person approaching him. “It’s hot." he complained as a greeting to the other boy, not bothering to sit up.

Simon emerged from the jungle, the sun hitting his tanned skin. He looked along the beach, and saw the others mainly gathered around the bathing pool. He made to go that way, but then he saw a form lying on the beach. Simon started forwards, soon easily recognizing him as Jack. He nodded as Jack spoke; it was hot out, the sort of heat he had never experienced before. But otherwise, he remained silent, waiting for Jack to continue.

"Can’t you speak?" the redhead demanded rather rudely, closing one eye against the glaring sun. His vision was very sensitive despite all its exposure to the brightness. “Even the water is hot. No relief there." he added to his first statement, hoping to provoke a conversation.

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Simon drew back slightly at the harsh words. He nodded, then forced himself to speak, “Sorry. It’s not so bad in the jungle. No sun, at least."

"But the creepers are so bloody thick. It's a hassle." Digging his peeling feet into the sand, Jack covered his eyes with one hand and glanced up at Simon. "You do spend a lot of time in there. What's so interesting about the jungle anyway?"

#skinnyvividlittleboy

How would you feel if one of your hunters was killed?

I imagine I'd feel poorly... Most of them are good lads and it'd be a pity to lose them, right?

"Mm…" Jack considered the options. “‘Suppose you’re right. And with only the two of us, we’ll be more quiet and more likely to get something, right? So—" he stood up again, pacing across the hot sand. “So we’ll do that."

"Good," Roger said, getting to his feet, picking up his spear as he did so. He started walking, looking back to make sure Jack followed.

Following suit, Jack puffed out his chest and sped up to lead the way toward the beach. “I hope I’m not wasting my time." he groused, pushing his too-long hair out of his eyes with a free hand. He slowed to allow Roger to walk beside him.

#thatsnottheway

Roger looked over as Jack sat beside him, observing how the other boy’s face was riddled with disappointment. “Sorry," he mumbled, leaning forward and folding his arms over his knees. “I haven’t been having much luck either."

"Pity." the freckled boy reached toward a group of weeds poking up from the ground and began tearing at them with his thin fingers. He tossed the greens back to where he’d come from, in the thicker forest. “You’d expect that there’s lots of animals around here but yet we can’t find any of ‘em."

"We could just be looking in the wrong places," Roger suggested, taking up his spear and tapping it against the ground, needful of something to keep his hands busy. He had never liked to be still for long. “They could be up closer to the mountain."

Jack looked slightly uncomfortable despite his best efforts to hide it. The mountain wasn’t a good place to be, not one person could deny that. Too many places to fall or be crushed… too many places for things to be hiding. “I doubt anything worth catching could live up there." he responded sourly, hoping the twinge of hostility in his tone would keep Roger from questioning what he’d said.

Roger couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face. “I guess it is sort of scary," he said, a tinge of mocking in his voice. Though he was as scared as anyone else, he couldn’t pass up the chance to bait Jack.

"Scary?" Jack looked up, squinting at Roger when he noticed the expression on his face. “It’s not scary!" he snapped back, standing up stubbornly as he sensed he was being made fun of. “Nor am I scared of it… I’m only saying that nothing lives there!"

Roger grinned, looking up at Jack despite the glare from the sun. “Fine then," he said. “But it doesn’t hurt to check."

"Well, you can waste your own time." Jack mumbled, picking up his spear and stabbing at the sand with it. He was beginning to get burnt on his freckled shoulders, but didn’t mind for getting out of the heat. “I’m not going there."

Roger frowned. He knew he had lost this one and tried to amend it. “All right. Where are you going next then?"

"Dunno." Jack shrugged, sitting back down. He stopped jabbing at the ground in favor of scraping a smear of mud off of his leg. “I don’t suppose you have any ideas?"

"Well you weren’t too fond of the other one," Roger started, tracing letters in the dirt. “We could go down closer to the beach. There might be some pigs there."

"It’s too bloody hot." Jack groaned, smacking a fly that had drifted close to his arm. “Although it would be impressive to bring something back despite the weather." he leaned back on his palms.

"Something is better than nothing," he said, glancing up at Jack. “‘sides, it’s boring just sitting around."

"Mm..." Jack considered the options. "'Suppose you're right. And with only the two of us, we'll be more quiet and more likely to get something, right? So--" he stood up again, pacing across the hot sand. "So we'll do that."

#thatsnottheway

Roger looked over as Jack sat beside him, observing how the other boy’s face was riddled with disappointment. “Sorry," he mumbled, leaning forward and folding his arms over his knees. “I haven’t been having much luck either."

"Pity." the freckled boy reached toward a group of weeds poking up from the ground and began tearing at them with his thin fingers. He tossed the greens back to where he’d come from, in the thicker forest. “You’d expect that there’s lots of animals around here but yet we can’t find any of ‘em."

"We could just be looking in the wrong places," Roger suggested, taking up his spear and tapping it against the ground, needful of something to keep his hands busy. He had never liked to be still for long. “They could be up closer to the mountain."

Jack looked slightly uncomfortable despite his best efforts to hide it. The mountain wasn’t a good place to be, not one person could deny that. Too many places to fall or be crushed… too many places for things to be hiding. “I doubt anything worth catching could live up there." he responded sourly, hoping the twinge of hostility in his tone would keep Roger from questioning what he’d said.

Roger couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face. “I guess it is sort of scary," he said, a tinge of mocking in his voice. Though he was as scared as anyone else, he couldn’t pass up the chance to bait Jack.

"Scary?" Jack looked up, squinting at Roger when he noticed the expression on his face. “It’s not scary!" he snapped back, standing up stubbornly as he sensed he was being made fun of. “Nor am I scared of it… I’m only saying that nothing lives there!"

Roger grinned, looking up at Jack despite the glare from the sun. “Fine then," he said. “But it doesn’t hurt to check."

"Well, you can waste your own time." Jack mumbled, picking up his spear and stabbing at the sand with it. He was beginning to get burnt on his freckled shoulders, but didn’t mind for getting out of the heat. “I’m not going there."

Roger frowned. He knew he had lost this one and tried to amend it. “All right. Where are you going next then?"

"Dunno." Jack shrugged, sitting back down. He stopped jabbing at the ground in favor of scraping a smear of mud off of his leg. “I don’t suppose you have any ideas?"

"Well you weren’t too fond of the other one," Roger started, tracing letters in the dirt. “We could go down closer to the beach. There might be some pigs there."

"It's too bloody hot." Jack groaned, smacking a fly that had drifted close to his arm. "Although it would be impressive to bring something back despite the weather." he leaned back on his palms.

#thatsnottheway

Roger looked over as Jack sat beside him, observing how the other boy’s face was riddled with disappointment. “Sorry," he mumbled, leaning forward and folding his arms over his knees. “I haven’t been having much luck either."

"Pity." the freckled boy reached toward a group of weeds poking up from the ground and began tearing at them with his thin fingers. He tossed the greens back to where he’d come from, in the thicker forest. “You’d expect that there’s lots of animals around here but yet we can’t find any of ‘em."

"We could just be looking in the wrong places," Roger suggested, taking up his spear and tapping it against the ground, needful of something to keep his hands busy. He had never liked to be still for long. “They could be up closer to the mountain."

Jack looked slightly uncomfortable despite his best efforts to hide it. The mountain wasn’t a good place to be, not one person could deny that. Too many places to fall or be crushed… too many places for things to be hiding. “I doubt anything worth catching could live up there." he responded sourly, hoping the twinge of hostility in his tone would keep Roger from questioning what he’d said.

Roger couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face. “I guess it is sort of scary," he said, a tinge of mocking in his voice. Though he was as scared as anyone else, he couldn’t pass up the chance to bait Jack.

"Scary?" Jack looked up, squinting at Roger when he noticed the expression on his face. “It’s not scary!" he snapped back, standing up stubbornly as he sensed he was being made fun of. “Nor am I scared of it… I’m only saying that nothing lives there!"

Roger grinned, looking up at Jack despite the glare from the sun. “Fine then," he said. “But it doesn’t hurt to check."

"Well, you can waste your own time." Jack mumbled, picking up his spear and stabbing at the sand with it. He was beginning to get burnt on his freckled shoulders, but didn’t mind for getting out of the heat. “I’m not going there."

Roger frowned. He knew he had lost this one and tried to amend it. “All right. Where are you going next then?"

"Dunno." Jack shrugged, sitting back down. He stopped jabbing at the ground in favor of scraping a smear of mud off of his leg. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?"

#thatsnottheway

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Jack stretched out in the sand, feeling hot granules digging into his tanned back as he closed his eyes and thought wistfully of his bed at home. Only in quiet moments like these did he truly miss home, moments in which he didn’t have occupation with hunting or accepting the praise of others. His stilled thoughts brought a painful wash of memories. He could lie to himself as much as he liked, tell himself that the freedom and clean air and warm water was Heaven, but the homesickness stayed. Feeling nearly nauseous with longing, he opened his eyes, grateful for the distraction of another person approaching him. “It’s hot." he complained as a greeting to the other boy, not bothering to sit up.

Simon emerged from the jungle, the sun hitting his tanned skin. He looked along the beach, and saw the others mainly gathered around the bathing pool. He made to go that way, but then he saw a form lying on the beach. Simon started forwards, soon easily recognizing him as Jack. He nodded as Jack spoke; it was hot out, the sort of heat he had never experienced before. But otherwise, he remained silent, waiting for Jack to continue.

"Can't you speak?" the redhead demanded rather rudely, closing one eye against the glaring sun. His vision was very sensitive despite all its exposure to the brightness. "Even the water is hot. No relief there." he added to his first statement, hoping to provoke a conversation.

#skinnyvividlittleboy

Roger looked over as Jack sat beside him, observing how the other boy’s face was riddled with disappointment. “Sorry," he mumbled, leaning forward and folding his arms over his knees. “I haven’t been having much luck either."

"Pity." the freckled boy reached toward a group of weeds poking up from the ground and began tearing at them with his thin fingers. He tossed the greens back to where he’d come from, in the thicker forest. “You’d expect that there’s lots of animals around here but yet we can’t find any of ‘em."

"We could just be looking in the wrong places," Roger suggested, taking up his spear and tapping it against the ground, needful of something to keep his hands busy. He had never liked to be still for long. “They could be up closer to the mountain."

Jack looked slightly uncomfortable despite his best efforts to hide it. The mountain wasn’t a good place to be, not one person could deny that. Too many places to fall or be crushed… too many places for things to be hiding. “I doubt anything worth catching could live up there." he responded sourly, hoping the twinge of hostility in his tone would keep Roger from questioning what he’d said.

Roger couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face. “I guess it is sort of scary," he said, a tinge of mocking in his voice. Though he was as scared as anyone else, he couldn’t pass up the chance to bait Jack.

"Scary?" Jack looked up, squinting at Roger when he noticed the expression on his face. “It’s not scary!" he snapped back, standing up stubbornly as he sensed he was being made fun of. “Nor am I scared of it… I’m only saying that nothing lives there!"

Roger grinned, looking up at Jack despite the glare from the sun. “Fine then," he said. “But it doesn’t hurt to check."

"Well, you can waste your own time." Jack mumbled, picking up his spear and stabbing at the sand with it. He was beginning to get burnt on his freckled shoulders, but didn't mind for getting out of the heat. "I'm not going there."

#thatsnottheway

Question for the mun: Who do you ship Jack with?

(( Mostly everyone, to be honest, but Jalph is my Island OTP! ))

Roger looked over as Jack sat beside him, observing how the other boy’s face was riddled with disappointment. “Sorry," he mumbled, leaning forward and folding his arms over his knees. “I haven’t been having much luck either."

"Pity." the freckled boy reached toward a group of weeds poking up from the ground and began tearing at them with his thin fingers. He tossed the greens back to where he’d come from, in the thicker forest. “You’d expect that there’s lots of animals around here but yet we can’t find any of ‘em."

"We could just be looking in the wrong places," Roger suggested, taking up his spear and tapping it against the ground, needful of something to keep his hands busy. He had never liked to be still for long. “They could be up closer to the mountain."

Jack looked slightly uncomfortable despite his best efforts to hide it. The mountain wasn’t a good place to be, not one person could deny that. Too many places to fall or be crushed… too many places for things to be hiding. “I doubt anything worth catching could live up there." he responded sourly, hoping the twinge of hostility in his tone would keep Roger from questioning what he’d said.

Roger couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face. “I guess it is sort of scary," he said, a tinge of mocking in his voice. Though he was as scared as anyone else, he couldn’t pass up the chance to bait Jack.

"Scary?" Jack looked up, squinting at Roger when he noticed the expression on his face. “It’s not scary!" he snapped back, standing up stubbornly as he sensed he was being made fun of. “Nor am I scared of it… I’m only saying that nothing lives there!"

#thatsnottheway

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