Jungle Fever {closed Starter}
Starter for - @fictitioussouls
High above in the trees the sound of bug singing in the stinking heat seemed to echo throughout the jungle. Waving a machete about, more so in an attempt to get rid of bugs then jump any foliage down, Vaas moved through the thicket alone and by himself. All of his Pirates were to chicken fucked to come all the way out here, where the ruins lay crumbling, in fear of some stupid ghost story they had all been telling.
It had left Vaas now being the one to come out here by himself to do a patrol run. He’d always made sure his men moved in two, but when Carlos suggested coming along Vaas only rolled his eyes and had one of his famous temper tantrums. He didn’t need some asshole trying to watch his back. The thought of eyes being on him all the time made his paranoia all the more worse.
“ Fuck! “ He spat the word out crudely as he found himself now walking in water that had over flowed from a nearby river and now covered the jungle floor.
“ I am so fucking over this! “ The veins atop his forehead were evident as he gave a loud wack of the machete against nearby plant leaves and branches, not caring for the damage he was doing. Then it dawned upon him just where he was at.
Stopping in his tracks, Vaas looked up and realized the area was one close to his ‘former home’. The home Citra and himself grew up in. Emotions and memories came flooding back as Vaas shook his head irritated by the thought of his past.
“ Not fucking today! Nope! Not fucking today. “ Vaas grumbled aloud, he was about to move on when he heard something nearby. More like he had that feeling of eyes being upon him that made him freeze and spin his head around.