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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:33 pm
Riddick stopped in his tracks and looked up at Johns, amused. "Hm? Your gun? I don't have it, or I would've used it by now to get us off this planet. Also, I don't know where it is, just like my pocket watch, it went missing somewhere in the woods. And if you want to know where the wood is, look next to the tent," he said, pointing at the tent that was made for two.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:15 pm
Johns bit back a curse. That had been his favorite shotgun, the damn thing was with him the first time he caught Riddick. Shaking his head, he eyed the tent with disgust. There was no way in hell he was going to sleep in a tent with Riddick, even if it was made for two. He grabbed the wood, before tossing it somewhere in front of the tent. He groaned as he sat down, trying to remember how he use to make fire. It had been a long time since he had been a good boy scout, but some things never changed.
Soon enough, Johns had a fire going. He smirked lightly, before leaning back and just looking at the fire. It had been a long time since Johns was out in the wilderness. He perfered to be alone but unfortunately that wasn't going to happen unless he killed Riddick, or Riddick somehow died without Johns killing him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 6:33 pm
Riddick chuckled at Johns as he got back, dragging some of the food and water he had found. He set the stuff in front of the fire and said, "So you are smart enough to make a fire, I was doubting your abilities for a while there." He smirked. "I guess you've noticed the tent by now. We can either share, or you sleep outside. Your choice," he said, sitting down in front of the fire.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:16 pm
Johns growled, "Who the hell said that I would sleep outside?" "You're the one that's the animal. You should sleep outside you little s**t" he hissed, glaring at Riddick. He huffed, folding his arms. "You touch me in that tent and I will kill you. After all they did say I could bring you back dead or alive." he grumbled, staring into the fire. He hated the fact that he didn't have his shotgun, it made him twitch.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 9:53 pm
Riddick laughed again. "Don't get your boxers in a bunch, I wouldn't touch you at all. I might catch something," he sneered, laughing some more as Johns twitched. "What's wrong, the baby need his toy?" he teased. He got up and went to one of the big containers he brought back from the wreck. Look through them, he got one can of food out and a cooking pot in another container.
"Well, since we do have to ration, we'll have to share this can of food for today. I hope you like beans," Riddick said, managing to make a little stand to hang the pot over the fire while the beans where getting heated.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 5:20 pm
Johns wrinkled his nose, glaring at the can of beans with distaste. He didn't quite trust anything that came out of a can. He frowned, knowing that was probably all they had to eat from here on out, but that sure as hell he didn't have to like it. He turned his head away, thinking for a moment. Maybe he could get his shotgun while Riddick slept. With eyes narrowed, he went through his jacket for the shell casings. He was going to flip if there wasn't any morphine left. He had been too busy waiting for Riddick to make the move, that he completely forgot about it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:04 pm
Riddick looked up to find from the pot of beans to see Johns searching for his shotgun. He smirked, got up and walked over to him. Bending down to his level, he said, "You won't find it like that, Johnny boy. If it's any consolation, I won't kill you just yet. So be a good boy and sit here quietly."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:43 pm
Johns glared at him, "I'm not looking for my shotgun you imbecile" he growled, his whole body tensing up with how close the other had gotten to him. His fingers itched for his knife that he should have conceled in his boot, but he stopped himself. He could probably use Riddick later on, so it was pointless to try to hurt or kill him. He pulled out a small box from his jacket, and opened it. He cursed under his breath. Only three vials of morphine left. "Damn it" he grumbled.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:51 pm
Annoyed at the insult, Riddick got up and walked back to the beans, stirring it. "So you're still taking that for your sweet spot?" he asked Johns, with fake interest. "You might go into shock when they're all gone, or worse, die!" he whispered sarcastically, but loud enough for Johns to hear him. "Don't worry, I'll always hold you dear n my heart," he continued, laughing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 4:56 pm
Johns sent a glare at him, "Oh shut up" he growled, slamming the lid shut. He looked up, noting how it was almost dark now. He frowned, knowing that soon he'd have to sleep in the same tent as Riddick. He'd rather not, but he didn't feel like freezing out in the cold. Speaking of cold, it was too cold for him since it was so soon after his last shot. He pulled the jacket closer to him, clamping his mouth shut to keep his teeth from chattering.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:33 pm
Getting two bowls, Riddick served Johns and himself some beans. He noticed how dark it was getting, as well as cold, and saw Johns shivering. Thinking, 'I guess I'll give a slight glimpse of my sweet side, just for until he gets better.'
Sighing, he got up and walked over to Johns, handing him the warm bowl of beans. "Eat up, it'll get you warm faster than that jacket of yours ever will," he said in a kind, careless voice. He held out the bowl, face turned elsewhere, pretending to be shy.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 6:39 am
I have changed the level of your RP to suit the content of your posts. According to the RP guidelines, your RP's content isn't congruent (or is no longer congruent) with an advanced-level RP. Please look over the Guidelines here to see what constitutes an advanced-level RP.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 3:59 pm
Johns looked at him skeptically when he came close to him. "I'm not cold" he said automatically. He peered at the food, not sure if he really wanted to eat it or not. He could never relax or quite trust Riddick: After everything that he did to Riddick himself.
He looked away from a few seconds before reaching towards the offered food. His fingers brushed against Riddick's sending a tingling shock down his fingers and arms. He shivered: this time not from the cold. He took it, and muttered something about murderers.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 8:54 pm
Riddick felt the same tingling shock, but suppressed his sudder. He smile at Johns and went to sit on the otherside of the fire to eat, letting an awkward silence fall over them.
Riddick was thinking about the tingling shock he felt earlier when Johns fingers brushed against his, it was weird an dsomething he had never felt in his lifetime. He was much to ditrscted to notice anything, staring intently at the fire and occassionally taking a bite of the beans.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:46 pm
Johns took a tentative bite of the beans before deaming them edible enough to eat. Once he knew they weren't poisoned he began to eat more. He was almost done with the bowl when he could have swore he heard a screech or something. His head snapped up and he automatically reached for his shotgun: once again cursing when he realized it wasn't there.
"God damn it" he hissed to himself, before pulling the dagger out of his boot. "I can't see s**t in this darkness. Anything out there murderer?" he asked.
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