*Max shrugged* I dunno anything about fabric so.
It could also be completely polyester, which is more likely I think. See how it curls a little bit while burning? *smiles at Max behind his mask*
Tag: max
Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?
*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
*he
wakes up, almost jolting upright, shoving Carlos’ hands away and
pushing himself back* n-no! *fear and panic clear on his til he slowly
realizes where he is**Carlos blinks at the kid, surprised, but he relaxes
slightly.* Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay… how are you feeling?… *he brings his knees to his chest, looking upset* i feel like shyt… where are we?
At the nurse’s cabin. I’m gonna call an ambulance – unless you’re
feeling okay enough for me to drive you to the hospital?*his eyes widen* h-hospital ? nononono no hospitals! *he scoots back on the bed*
*blinks* Max, buddy, you’re obviously deathly ill. And for
some asinine reason you had alcohol. You
have to be checked over.for the l-last time, I. AM. DEAD! look- *he pulls off the bandages on his neck, showing off a large scar* see? and that was just one of the time i’ve died…
*sputters, shocked at the sight. He felt a little sick too*
Jesus – what the hell happened??*he chuckles slightly* what? never seen a scar like this before?… but it’s pretty obvious what happened… *he began re-wrapping his neck* but i don’t really care about it anymore…
You… you’re not supposed to be alive. I – no offense meant,
really, but… how?*idk noise and a shrug* i think it has something to do with this camp, i think death actually fears coming here, so no one actually dies…
Uh… that’s definitely strange. I’ve seen strange before… but
I didn’t think I’d find it here. Huh.*he chuckles* that’s one word for it… do… do we still have to go the hospital..?
*blinks at the kid* Uh, I… you’re sure you’re dead? Should…
can I check you for a pulse? *he’s still unsure. Death wasn’t a new thing to
him, exactly, but he had to be certain*…. *he unwraps abit of his wrist and holds it out* i’m pretty sure ?
*frowns a bit, but he slowly reached out to take the kid’s
hand. He gently puts two of his fingers on the tiny wrist and tried to feel for
a pulse. There’s nothing, which is pretty distressing. He tries a few more
places, but nothing.* This is… surreal. Again, no offense, Max. I just… you’re
cold, and your blood apparently isn’t moving through your veins.
Fuck yeah. I think the crown is gone *he picks up the dress with a stick* now for the traitor.
*Makes a slight face* You always talk like that, huh? *he
sits up and watches the dress* Alright, buddy – go for it. Careful with the smoke.Talk like what? *he moves the stick so the dress is somewhat over the fire*
Well, I’ve said it before I believe, but you have an awfully
foul mouth for a ten-year-old.So? I don’t see why it’s a big deal.
Well maybe you don’t,
but your… familiar usage of such words can offend some people. Or make them
uncomfortable. It makes you appear exceedingly aggressive and confrontational.*Max was silent as the dress began to burn slowly as it was still help up on the stick*
*Carlos watches the dress burn* It caught kinda quick, but
it’s taking a bit of time. It must be mostly cotton.
Fuck yeah. I think the crown is gone *he picks up the dress with a stick* now for the traitor.
*Makes a slight face* You always talk like that, huh? *he
sits up and watches the dress* Alright, buddy – go for it. Careful with the smoke.Talk like what? *he moves the stick so the dress is somewhat over the fire*
Well, I’ve said it before I believe, but you have an awfully
foul mouth for a ten-year-old.So? I don’t see why it’s a big deal.
Well maybe you don’t,
but your… familiar usage of such words can offend some people. Or make them
uncomfortable. It makes you appear exceedingly aggressive and confrontational.
Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?
*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
*he
wakes up, almost jolting upright, shoving Carlos’ hands away and
pushing himself back* n-no! *fear and panic clear on his til he slowly
realizes where he is**Carlos blinks at the kid, surprised, but he relaxes
slightly.* Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay… how are you feeling?… *he brings his knees to his chest, looking upset* i feel like shyt… where are we?
At the nurse’s cabin. I’m gonna call an ambulance – unless you’re
feeling okay enough for me to drive you to the hospital?*his eyes widen* h-hospital ? nononono no hospitals! *he scoots back on the bed*
*blinks* Max, buddy, you’re obviously deathly ill. And for
some asinine reason you had alcohol. You
have to be checked over.for the l-last time, I. AM. DEAD! look- *he pulls off the bandages on his neck, showing off a large scar* see? and that was just one of the time i’ve died…
*sputters, shocked at the sight. He felt a little sick too*
Jesus – what the hell happened??*he chuckles slightly* what? never seen a scar like this before?… but it’s pretty obvious what happened… *he began re-wrapping his neck* but i don’t really care about it anymore…
You… you’re not supposed to be alive. I – no offense meant,
really, but… how?*idk noise and a shrug* i think it has something to do with this camp, i think death actually fears coming here, so no one actually dies…
Uh… that’s definitely strange. I’ve seen strange before… but
I didn’t think I’d find it here. Huh.*he chuckles* that’s one word for it… do… do we still have to go the hospital..?
*blinks at the kid* Uh, I… you’re sure you’re dead? Should…
can I check you for a pulse? *he’s still unsure. Death wasn’t a new thing to
him, exactly, but he had to be certain*
Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?
*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
*he
wakes up, almost jolting upright, shoving Carlos’ hands away and
pushing himself back* n-no! *fear and panic clear on his til he slowly
realizes where he is**Carlos blinks at the kid, surprised, but he relaxes
slightly.* Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay… how are you feeling?… *he brings his knees to his chest, looking upset* i feel like shyt… where are we?
At the nurse’s cabin. I’m gonna call an ambulance – unless you’re
feeling okay enough for me to drive you to the hospital?*his eyes widen* h-hospital ? nononono no hospitals! *he scoots back on the bed*
*blinks* Max, buddy, you’re obviously deathly ill. And for
some asinine reason you had alcohol. You
have to be checked over.for the l-last time, I. AM. DEAD! look- *he pulls off the bandages on his neck, showing off a large scar* see? and that was just one of the time i’ve died…
*sputters, shocked at the sight. He felt a little sick too*
Jesus – what the hell happened??*he chuckles slightly* what? never seen a scar like this before?… but it’s pretty obvious what happened… *he began re-wrapping his neck* but i don’t really care about it anymore…
You… you’re not supposed to be alive. I – no offense meant,
really, but… how?*idk noise and a shrug* i think it has something to do with this camp, i think death actually fears coming here, so no one actually dies…
Uh… that’s definitely strange. I’ve seen strange before… but
I didn’t think I’d find it here. Huh.
Fuck yeah. I think the crown is gone *he picks up the dress with a stick* now for the traitor.
*Makes a slight face* You always talk like that, huh? *he
sits up and watches the dress* Alright, buddy – go for it. Careful with the smoke.Talk like what? *he moves the stick so the dress is somewhat over the fire*
Well, I’ve said it before I believe, but you have an awfully
foul mouth for a ten-year-old.
Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?
*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
*he
wakes up, almost jolting upright, shoving Carlos’ hands away and
pushing himself back* n-no! *fear and panic clear on his til he slowly
realizes where he is**Carlos blinks at the kid, surprised, but he relaxes
slightly.* Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay… how are you feeling?… *he brings his knees to his chest, looking upset* i feel like shyt… where are we?
At the nurse’s cabin. I’m gonna call an ambulance – unless you’re
feeling okay enough for me to drive you to the hospital?*his eyes widen* h-hospital ? nononono no hospitals! *he scoots back on the bed*
*blinks* Max, buddy, you’re obviously deathly ill. And for
some asinine reason you had alcohol. You
have to be checked over.for the l-last time, I. AM. DEAD! look- *he pulls off the bandages on his neck, showing off a large scar* see? and that was just one of the time i’ve died…
*sputters, shocked at the sight. He felt a little sick too*
Jesus – what the hell happened??*he chuckles slightly* what? never seen a scar like this before?… but it’s pretty obvious what happened… *he began re-wrapping his neck* but i don’t really care about it anymore…
You… you’re not supposed to be alive. I – no offense meant,
really, but… how?
Fuck yeah. I think the crown is gone *he picks up the dress with a stick* now for the traitor.
*Makes a slight face* You always talk like that, huh? *he
sits up and watches the dress* Alright, buddy – go for it. Careful with the smoke.
Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?
*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
*he
wakes up, almost jolting upright, shoving Carlos’ hands away and
pushing himself back* n-no! *fear and panic clear on his til he slowly
realizes where he is**Carlos blinks at the kid, surprised, but he relaxes
slightly.* Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay… how are you feeling?… *he brings his knees to his chest, looking upset* i feel like shyt… where are we?
At the nurse’s cabin. I’m gonna call an ambulance – unless you’re
feeling okay enough for me to drive you to the hospital?*his eyes widen* h-hospital ? nononono no hospitals! *he scoots back on the bed*
*blinks* Max, buddy, you’re obviously deathly ill. And for
some asinine reason you had alcohol. You
have to be checked over.for the l-last time, I. AM. DEAD! look- *he pulls off the bandages on his neck, showing off a large scar* see? and that was just one of the time i’ve died…
*sputters, shocked at the sight. He felt a little sick too*
Jesus – what the hell happened??
