Sharpen a stick at both ends

Hullo, it's Roger. If you have something to say, make it quick. I'm busy. //Independent role play account for Roger from Lord of the Flies// //If you want to role play just drop me an ask// //tracking the tag thatsnottheway//

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

"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.

[sing-c-sharp]

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]

"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.

[sing-c-sharp]

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]

Roger listened keenly, stopping for a moment. His eyes swept the surrounding area of jungle. He heard a sort of snapping sound, like underbrush being crushed beneath feet. He nodded, and pointed a bit to the right of them. “Over that way.”

[boletus-edulis]

More LOTF boys *squishes simon’s face*

[icansinghighc]

thatsnottheway started following you.

[ Jack smirked as he folded his arms across his chest. ]

…I thought you’d never come back from that hunt; I was almost worried that the beastie had gotten to you.

[ He tilted his head. ]

Welcome back, Roger.

[thatsnottheway]

Roger nodded to Jack, his spear held tightly in his hand. "I'm sure us hunters could manage to kill the beast if we found it," he answered, a bit proudly, though his voice was quiet.

[thatsnottheway]

+thetruechief

[thatsnottheway]

Roger set down his spear as Jack came over. “Hey,” he greeted, looking briefly up at Jack and then back to the littluns. “I’m watching the stupid kids,” he said simply. “There’s nothing better to do around here.”

[thetruechief]

"Fair enough."

It was hard to pass a day on the Island sometimes. Boredom was an issue, the Island having been more-or-less fully explored and not much else around to be getting on with. Even hunting got tiring after a while. When there was a successful capture and a killing it was fantastic, and Jack adored nothing more. But on the days of countless hours of near misses and frustration, it became hard to keep enjoying the sport.

"I was going to bathe, wanna join me?"

[thatsnottheway]

Roger rested his his head tiredly in his hand

[thatsnottheway]

+thetruechief

[thatsnottheway]

Roger set down his spear as Jack came over. “Hey,” he greeted, looking briefly up at Jack and then back to the littluns. “I’m watching the stupid kids,” he said simply. “There’s nothing better to do around here.”

[thetruechief]

"Fair enough."

It was hard to pass a day on the Island sometimes. Boredom was an issue, the Island having been more-or-less fully explored and not much else around to be getting on with. Even hunting got tiring after a while. When there was a successful capture and a killing it was fantastic, and Jack adored nothing more. But on the days of countless hours of near misses and frustration, it became hard to keep enjoying the sport.

"I was going to bathe, wanna join me?"

[thatsnottheway]

Tiredly, he rested his head in his hand as he listened to Jack speak. It had been a boring day- it was awfully hot and the hunt had been unsuccessful. All the boys seemed sluggish. Finding nothing better better to do, he nodded at Jack's offer. "Alright. If you don't mind the littluns."

[thatsnottheway]

+thetruechief

Roger sat cross-legged by the pool, drawing shapes in the sand with his spear as he watched the littluns splash around in the water. He looked up as he saw someone approach and easily recognized the boy to be Jack.

[thetruechief]

Jack scowled as he walked up to the pool. Of course as soon he decided to bathe, the water would be crawling with pesky Littluns. Perhaps he’d leave it a while. About to turn and double back, he spotted a bigger shape, sitting by the shore.

Roger, by the looks of it. 

Jack waved a hand in greeting and made his way over.

"Hey. How goes it?"

[thatsnottheway]

Roger set down his spear as Jack came over. "Hey," he greeted, looking briefly up at Jack and then back to the littluns. "I'm watching the stupid kids," he said simply. "There's nothing better to do around here."

[thatsnottheway]

+thetruechief

Roger sat cross-legged by the pool, drawing shapes in the sand with his spear as he watched the littluns splash around in the water. He looked up as he saw someone approach and easily recognized the boy to be Jack.

[thatsnottheway]

Roger walked through the jungle, his spear tight in his hand. He stopped and spun around as he heard something in the foliage behind him. He raised his spear, waiting and watching.

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

"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.

[sing-c-sharp]

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]

"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.

[sing-c-sharp]

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]

Roger listened keenly, stopping for a moment. His eyes swept the surrounding area of jungle. He heard a sort of snapping sound, like underbrush being crushed beneath feet. He nodded, and pointed a bit to the right of them. "Over that way."

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

"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.

[sing-c-sharp]

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]

"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.

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

"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.

[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."

[sing-c-sharp]

"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."

[thatsnottheway]

"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."

[sing-c-sharp]

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.

[thatsnottheway]

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.

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

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

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

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

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

"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."

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

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

[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."

[sing-c-sharp]

"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."

[thatsnottheway]

"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."

[sing-c-sharp]

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.

[thatsnottheway]

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.

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

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

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

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

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

"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."

[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."

[sing-c-sharp]

"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."

[thatsnottheway]

"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."

[sing-c-sharp]

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.

[thatsnottheway]

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.

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

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

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

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

[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."

[sing-c-sharp]

"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."

[thatsnottheway]

"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."

[sing-c-sharp]

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.

[thatsnottheway]

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.

[sing-c-sharp]

"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]

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

[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."

[sing-c-sharp]

"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."

[thatsnottheway]

"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."

[sing-c-sharp]

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.

[thatsnottheway]

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.

[thatsnottheway]

//Going to pool. Be back soon.