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It's been a miserable few days and that's an understatement. Worse than that, it's been boring. He doesn't know whether they've lost the Americans or if they've just missed them by chance but there hasn't been a single attack since that first night. The jungle is disgustingly hot and just when it almost becomes unbearable, it starts to rain and keeps going for hours - which makes the place hot and wet. The heat never eases; it's exactly like walking through a sauna set to maximum heat. And the terrain makes things worse, if that's possible. It's slow going while half of them hack the foliage away and the rest of them struggle over rocks and crevices and through mud and scrub and tree stumps. The insects are constantly attacking them and there are any number of deadly species around here - he's also noticed jaguar tracks in places (the only tracks he can identify, for obvious reasons) and the mosquitos are starting to drive him insane.

Ramon is sick to fucking death of military rations, being sticky and filthy and bored. But these aren't the only problems he's noticing. Every night when they make camp, the men in his crew are quite obviously becoming more relaxed with the situation - the less danger the Americans seem to pose, the more they start not being afraid and their thoughts are turning to matters closer to home. Namely, the foreigners in their midst.

He's caught all of them, save Esteban, staring at Mary Anne in ways he imagines she probably doesn't like - the expressions range from lustful to mutinous depending on whether she's telling them what to do or doing something less intrusive, like coming back from changing clothes or cleaning up or anything similar. He's sure she's noticed herself so hasn't said anything since his original warning but it seems clear that things are going to come to a head at some point.

With Roxas, it's more like hate. He's not around so often and they don't know where he goes or what he's doing there. The kid is so impervious to anything around him and can't really be passed off as human by any stretch of anyone's imagination. The heat doesn't affect him, he doesn't sleep or eat or get uncomfortable in the conditions. He's also dressed differently and is impossible to insult. Ramon can virtually see their fists itching whenever the guy comes into camp but he doesn't know if it's registered with Roxas at all.

He doesn't do anything. He brought those two because they know how to handle themselves, not because he wanted to babysit. And because he's tired and in a bad mood, he doesn't think anything of leaving camp at night when he wants to think things over without being surrounded by people. Tonight, he takes Esteban with him because they have things to talk about.

Perhaps, in hindsight, this isn't a good idea. After all, they need some people left to carry the stuff.

Date: 2009-09-21 01:00 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (woman like a man)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
So did she, once upon a time.

"Sure."

She slips a matchbook from her back pocket and holds it out to him.

Date: 2009-09-21 02:21 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (if i die in a combat zone)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She nods.

"I like it just fine."

Date: 2009-09-22 12:27 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (study)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"I like it a bit less."

She stands slowly, hands out at her sides.

(goddammit she told him she would be careful, but she wanted to believe they were smarter than this)

"Where are we going, boys?"

Date: 2009-09-22 01:02 am (UTC)
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Maybe, but they can't have planned for everything.

"So what's the story going to be? I tripped and fell on somebody's knife?"

Date: 2009-09-23 04:11 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She almost says 'not by me,' but that would be a lie.

(Betrayal is an important part of their relationship, after all.)

What she does say is this:

"You think he's dumb enough to believe any of that?"

Date: 2009-09-24 04:05 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (sweetheart of the song tra bong)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She can't let them bind her.

Which means she's pretty sure she can't get out of this without killing all of them.

She'll apologize to Ramon later.


She snaps her head back hard, aiming for Juan's face, and hopes for the best.

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Date: 2009-09-20 12:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com
The blank expression of the young Nobody doesn't change in the slightest as he looks at the guy coming close to him.

He's not blinking.

Date: 2009-09-20 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com
"No. Somebodies should stay where it's safe." He practically disappears in his uniform coat. Even the pale blond of his hair seems murky and faded. "Go back to camp."

Date: 2009-09-20 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com
"Anyone who isn't Nobody. Real people." his voice is flat and empty and so are his eyes. "You. You are real. Somebody. A person. I am not."

Date: 2009-09-20 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com
"I'm very stubborn." Roxas says while calling his Keyblades into his hands and starting to lay into the people coming after him.

He's fast. He's really fast. He also has no mercy. He doesn't understand what that means.

Date: 2009-09-20 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com
Roxas doesn't make any more noise than an asp. He herds the remaining Somebodies back towards Ramon with the same single-minded annoyance.

"Here. Deal with them."

Date: 2009-09-20 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com
"They tried to jump me. I only killed one."

This could change at any second. For all that they are giant fuckin keys the Keyblades are very sharp and very dangerous.

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