Slow Cheetah
Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 7:35 pm
((Timothy Skula continued from Searching For Clues))
"Where the hell did that damn pole get off too?"
Timothy was now officially worried. Once again, Mike had gotten away from him in his mad dash to go to...whereever the fuck he was going. He didn't stop to wait for him. He had just babbled on and on about a boat. Where would this boat be? He just talked on and on about a boat.
And once again, Timothy was fucking lost and he was getting tired of it. He tried to guess where it was that Mike had gone but the map he was given could have easily been written in gibberish for all he could read.
Still, he wasn't totally stupid. He knew where boats would be if there actually were boats. They would be near the coastline or in the ocean. He just had to follow the sound of waves, while trying his best to ignore gunfire and announcements.
His feet eventually led him to a beach. Timothy scanned around for several minutes, but there was no boat to be found. More importantly though. No Mike either.
"Oi! Mike!" he called out, "Where the hell are you ya asshole!"
His breath was starting to waver at the end, the waves overpowering his yells. He reached into his bag and found that he was down to his last chunk of bread. He had eaten so much of it and still he was hungry! His hands shook as he brought it closer to his mouth. When he stressed, Timothy ate, altough it was never bread that he leapt towards.
He devoured the remains of the loaf and found himself staring at the ocean. It was so vast, there was no way he could swim off of the island to safety. That dumbass Danya probably stopped that idea real quick anyways. As for a boat? That damn Pole probably halucinated the whole thing in an attempt to keep sane.
"Now what!" he shouted out to the sea, "Now what the hell do you want me to do! If you fucking gave me an innertube I'd float to safety! Any time now! C'mon!"
"Where the hell did that damn pole get off too?"
Timothy was now officially worried. Once again, Mike had gotten away from him in his mad dash to go to...whereever the fuck he was going. He didn't stop to wait for him. He had just babbled on and on about a boat. Where would this boat be? He just talked on and on about a boat.
And once again, Timothy was fucking lost and he was getting tired of it. He tried to guess where it was that Mike had gone but the map he was given could have easily been written in gibberish for all he could read.
Still, he wasn't totally stupid. He knew where boats would be if there actually were boats. They would be near the coastline or in the ocean. He just had to follow the sound of waves, while trying his best to ignore gunfire and announcements.
His feet eventually led him to a beach. Timothy scanned around for several minutes, but there was no boat to be found. More importantly though. No Mike either.
"Oi! Mike!" he called out, "Where the hell are you ya asshole!"
His breath was starting to waver at the end, the waves overpowering his yells. He reached into his bag and found that he was down to his last chunk of bread. He had eaten so much of it and still he was hungry! His hands shook as he brought it closer to his mouth. When he stressed, Timothy ate, altough it was never bread that he leapt towards.
He devoured the remains of the loaf and found himself staring at the ocean. It was so vast, there was no way he could swim off of the island to safety. That dumbass Danya probably stopped that idea real quick anyways. As for a boat? That damn Pole probably halucinated the whole thing in an attempt to keep sane.
"Now what!" he shouted out to the sea, "Now what the hell do you want me to do! If you fucking gave me an innertube I'd float to safety! Any time now! C'mon!"