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Post by dragon on Nov 30, 2008 23:35:58 GMT -5
Cloar rummaged around in his trunk looking for his bag. He knew it was around somewhere. Faranth, but he was horrible at misplacing that thing. After nearly entirely clearing out the trunk onto the floor, and then haphazzardly replacing everything there back into the trunk, he moved over to his cot and started stripping the blankets off, and peeking under the pad to see if maybe he's stuffed the item there.
It wasn't really important at the moment, but there was a certain shirt in that bag that he wanted. After getting dunked in the river when the boat he had been rowing had inadvertently capsized, he didn't feel like running around wet. And all his other shirts were ... well ... dirty at the moment.
It was time to do his laundry again, apparetly. Yeargh. Always so much to do. Never enough time to explore the forest as well as he liked.
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Post by binker on Dec 1, 2008 0:10:19 GMT -5
Pepsi didn't know if he would ever truly understand all the things humans did. He had been lounging in his cot, burrowed happily under the furs and dozing, when the sound of the other entering knocked him from his sleep. Pepsi tended to sleep very lightly, a habit forced upon him by living in the jungle, but it didn't mean he liked being woken. He was about to snarl out at the other when he saw the other open his chest and... Begin pulling everything out? What was he doing that for?
His interest roused, he was content to just watch the other tear his part of the barracks apart, obviously looking for something. He noticed the other's waterlogged state, and grinned smugly to himself; he had never tipped over... As the other was busy peeking under his cot, Pepsi clambered down from his bunk, easily scaling down the ladder silently. He padded over, head tilted slightly as he tried to spot what would make the other so crazy. Eh, nothing...
"What do? Look?" He was proud of his advancing vocabulary, though he knew it was still lacking compared to others. Eh, he was getting there!
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Post by dragon on Dec 1, 2008 0:16:39 GMT -5
'What do? Look?' What in the world?? Cloar straightened, and turned around to see where that funny squawking noise had come from. Surely those hadn't been words? He paused, and looked Pepsi up and down a bit. Okay ... this was weird. Had the kid really uttered those horrible, strangled sounds?? And he looked like he might have just crawled out of a hollow log or something ... urgh. And he smelled like it, too.
"Er ... hi." Cloar said, after a moment. What do? Look? What in all dragonfires did that mean? "I am looking for my bag. Have you seen it?" Cloar asked, gesturing at about how big it was, to help with describing it. "It's about ... so big ... and brown." he hoped the kid hadn't stolen it...
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Post by binker on Dec 1, 2008 1:10:34 GMT -5
Pepsi blinked, not understanding the other. He scratched at his temple, looking at the other's gestures with a blank look; what was he doing? He had seen the other give him a quick once-over, and it made the Wildling growl lightly, eyeing the otherwise abandoned barracks. Where was everyone again...?
"Hi?" He knew what that was, at least; one of those greetings humans felt they needed to share every time they say each other. "What... Baaaggggg?" He drawled the word out carefully, blinking as he thought. "Breeewnnn? Browwwnnn? What Breeewnn?" He looked to the other, silently demanding answers. He hadn't stolen it, as the other believed; Pepsi knew humans didn't like their things going missing, and often tried to resort to violence to get it back. And if he hurt anyone, Pepsi was back on his own... No one trusted a boy plucked out of the jungle, so Pepsi didn't trust them not to drive him out if he so much as scratched one of them. Stupid scared little softlings...
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Post by dragon on Dec 2, 2008 11:44:37 GMT -5
CLoar just stood there for a moment, and blinked, himself. What? Could this boy not talk at all? "Er ..." He looked around for a bit, somewhat at a loss as to what to do about this. He'd never had to teach anyone to talk before. What was brown? That was easy enough ...
"Brown." Cloar said, clearly, and a touch slower than normal, so that Pepsi could hear it well. And then he started pointing out things that were brown, and saying 'brown' each time. Blankets, shoes, items of clothes. And then to make sure that the abstract concept went across insted of Pepsi assuming that all those items were all called brown as thier name, he did it again ... this time with grey items, each time saying 'grey'.
Bag ... harder to do. Cloar looked around a bit, and spotted someone else's bag. He stepped over and picked it up. He showed it to Pepsi. "Bag." He said, simply.
Maybe now the lad understood what he was looking for? Maybe? He had never had to teach anyone anything before, and was pretty sure he wasn't very good at it. Setting the bag down where he had found it, Cloar went back to looking for his own bag again, searching randomly about the barracks, walking up and down the aisle between bunks.
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