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1945 / Re: Brother Mine [Scamp]
« on: 08/11/2015 at 06:32 »
August looked timidly up the trunk of the ancient tree. People scared him a lot these days, but heights? Psh! Actually, heights scared him a lot but he'd never admit that to Action. He always tried to impress the older boy to no avail, Action always was better than him. At everything.
August carefully pulled himself up the first branch, and then the second. This wasn't so bad? Unlike Action, August knew better than to go shirtless in the blazing sun. His thin, white t-shirt was already stained with dirt and grass stains from a day of adventure with the older boy, while Action continued to look like his impeccable self, August looked much more disheveled as he tried to keep up.
"Can you see the whole camp from up there?" He shouted timidly, hoping no one else was nearby. His fingers clawed at every branch, pulling himself up on each. Every time he nearly slipped off, he'd mutter a few curses in French about his clumsiness before hiking up further. By the time he was at the branch that Action had flopped over on, he was nearly out of breath.
His chest rose and fall, as he lay on the branch all sloth-like.
The ground was a good ten or fifteen feet below, although to Scamp it looked like it was easily several hundred. The old oak was still wet from last night's rain, and August's shirt was stained a dirty-brown, his hands covered with bits of loose bark. He clung to the branch for a moment, closing his eyes only to feel something crawling on his back.
He opened his eyes to find an eight-legged monstrosity of a spider crawling up his back, "AAH!" He screamed in a panic, losing his grip and falling down. The boughs of the tree below broke his fall, but August was still left with scrapes and a twisted ankle as he lay in desperation on the ground, crying out, "Aactioon!" He mustered. The spider made it out alive, of course, skittering away into the high grass.
His head throbbed as it tried to contemplate everything that just happened.
August carefully pulled himself up the first branch, and then the second. This wasn't so bad? Unlike Action, August knew better than to go shirtless in the blazing sun. His thin, white t-shirt was already stained with dirt and grass stains from a day of adventure with the older boy, while Action continued to look like his impeccable self, August looked much more disheveled as he tried to keep up.
"Can you see the whole camp from up there?" He shouted timidly, hoping no one else was nearby. His fingers clawed at every branch, pulling himself up on each. Every time he nearly slipped off, he'd mutter a few curses in French about his clumsiness before hiking up further. By the time he was at the branch that Action had flopped over on, he was nearly out of breath.
His chest rose and fall, as he lay on the branch all sloth-like.
The ground was a good ten or fifteen feet below, although to Scamp it looked like it was easily several hundred. The old oak was still wet from last night's rain, and August's shirt was stained a dirty-brown, his hands covered with bits of loose bark. He clung to the branch for a moment, closing his eyes only to feel something crawling on his back.
He opened his eyes to find an eight-legged monstrosity of a spider crawling up his back, "AAH!" He screamed in a panic, losing his grip and falling down. The boughs of the tree below broke his fall, but August was still left with scrapes and a twisted ankle as he lay in desperation on the ground, crying out, "Aactioon!" He mustered. The spider made it out alive, of course, skittering away into the high grass.
His head throbbed as it tried to contemplate everything that just happened.
