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Pan (panriver) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-06-17 00:52:00

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pan, tennessee

Week Fourteen -- Saturday
Who: Pan and Tennessee
Where: A southwestish part of the river
When: Saturday early evening
Why: Trying to cheer himself up

After Pan's talk with Cricket he'd started to feel a little more like his old self again. He was still heart broken over Gypsy, Moe, Shadow, and everyone else he'd lost in the war and otherwise; but he knew that none of his friends would have wanted to see him wasting his life moping away. After all, someone had to bring the tribe's morale back and Pan had always been the one to try the hardest as keeping things light amongst the tribe.

On Saturday morning he caught almost a dozen fish. It was an incredibly successful effort on his part and so to celebrate he ventured to his favorite swimming hole in the evening. He hummed along the path, a sack slung over his shoulder, bobbing against his back. He was wearing a vest, a pair of shorts and a plain black headband tied around his forehead that had long tails that hung part way down his back. The weather had been so nice and he wanted to take advantage of it now, and in doing so try to remember the good things about his wonderful friends. He missed them all so much, and cherished their memories. He only wished that he'd been able to tell them all how he felt before they'd passed on. Now, all he could do to make up for it was go back to living his life in the fullest.

He was already barefoot, so when he reached the bank of the best swimming spot all he had to do was removed his vest, bag and headband before running and jumping into the chilled water of the Belle Fourche. He surfaced and roughed up his hair. The sun was lower in the sky and just beyond the bank of the river there were lots of wild flowers. He sighed contentedly and tried to relax for the first time in weeks. Of course, the best way to relax was to sing and so Pan struck up a tune as he swam about lazily, "Drawing a line, a ship in a harbor. Yes I will go, I'll be going there soon!"

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southern_gothic
2009-06-17 08:23 am UTC (link)

To say there were times that Tennessee was too laid back would be an understatement. War had not been long over and he could be found under one of the larger trees by the riverside body reclined. Long slender fingers were twined over his chest his hat pulled low over his eyes. Indeed Tennessee was sleeping. He could probably tell you word for word the rant that Wolf would muster up at him but there were days he just didnt' care to live in fear.

The day had began simple enough with him really wanting fishsticks. It was one of those moments he really wished he was younger than he was and that he couldn't remember the days before the virus swept through and ruined life as he knew it. If fishsticks couldn't be had though he would just catch him a fish and fake it.

Fishing had an hour or so ago in the river and he had a box with two little devils in it. It was at that fourth or fifth cast of his line that Tennessee nodded off his pole held between two rocks wedged in pretty tight his foot sitting on it so if it started to jerk he would know it. There wasnt' any jerking though and Tennessee was awoken to something far different. He opened his eyes and pushed his hat up to see his favorite thing to watch. He didn't know the guys name but he knew what boat was his, what tribe he belonged to, and that he was one of the most pretty things he had laid eyes on. And it was in that moment he looked down at his foot and realized he finally had a catch.

He picked up the pole after sitting up and started reeling it in only to realize fairly quickly his hook...was somehow caught on Mr. Pretty. Tennessee heard no screaming so he figured it was what little the guy was wearing. "Excuse me, sir. I hate to bother you but seeing as you got my hook I think I might havete. I'll help unhook you if you just come over here. Terribly sorry bout this."

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panriver
2009-06-18 12:03 am UTC (link)

Pan was more or less lost in his own world as he floated and swam about carelessly, mostly singing and staring up at the clouds. He was startled by something tugging at the waist band of his pants. The water was too deep for him to stand in, and he couldn't quite get into a position in the water where he could investigate. That was when he heard a heavily accented voice from up the river.

He looked up to see a familiar face leaning against one of the larger trees. He was surprised he hadn't even noticed the other boy when he'd arrived. "Oh!" Pan laughed heartily and swam over, until the water was shallow enough for him to walk up the bank. It was that boy from the theater with the cute, ultra-polite accent. Unfortunately, Pan's own accent had faded somewhat since he'd moved to America. He walked right up to the Wolf, whose name he couldn't quite remember at that moment. What was it? Tent, no... perhaps Tasty? Pan preffered the second guess, but as shameless as he was he wasn't about to call his captor by that one.

"Yeah, it looks as though you've got my trousers." He grinned and laughed again, turning his back to the boy and looking over his shoulder. "Would you mind?"

Pan had seen this boy before, and he'd never shyed away from getting a good look at him. He'd been to the Wolves theater the few times that he'd had anything left over to trade for something so frivelous and he'd seen him there. He'd always been curious, and now here they were face to face.

"You're with the Wolves right?" He decided it was best not to attempt a wrong name, and God forbid he be as serious and straight as that Fox guy.

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southern_gothic
2009-06-30 10:16 am UTC (link)

Tennessee smiled graciously at Pan and nodded. "Does indeed look like I've got your trousers." When Pan turned around Tennessee crouched down to get a better look at the way his hook was caught in the fabric and while he truly should have kept his tongue...that was just something that Tenn just couldn't ever manage to do. "So I caught you but I don' think you will fit in my bag with the others, Mr. Pretty." Tennessee arched a brow and hummed looking as if he was trying to figure out just how to keep Pan as a catch. "Do I still get to keep you?" His index finger tugged lightly at the waist of Pan’s pants.

Tennessee smiled up at Pan as he worked the hook out of the belt loop on the trousers. His hook had some how wrapped itself quite well in and around the loop of fabric but Tennessee was doing quite well with unhooking it from the pants. Tennessee looked up when he was asked about his tribe and nodded. "I am. Name's Tennessee I've known our grumpy leader since before he was grumpy. He use'te have one hell of a sense of humor. I think he got real hungry once and had to eat it to survive."

Tennessee never meant anything by it but Wolf was so easy to make the butt of a joke. He had over the years become Tennessee's straight man in a comedy act Wolf probably didn't even know he was participating in. To Tennessee that made it all the funnier.

"You're a River Runner with Ali...er...whatever she is calling herself. I can never remember. Perpendicular...Pussy Willow...Hell I have trouble remembering to call Wolf Wolf and I actually talk to him." The look on Tennessee's face was rather comical as he tried to remember Perri's name. He was being honest in not remembering it...but then again it was so much more fun to drive her insane by calling her Alison.

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panriver
2009-07-26 06:26 pm UTC (link)

The last thing that Pan was expecting was flirtation on the Wolf's part; so when it came he was momentarily speechless (somthing that didn't often happen to Pan). The question of whether or not the other boy could still keep him wasn't even a question in Pan's mind. In many ways Pan was like a puppy, always willing to follow someone home if there was even the slightest possibility of a pat on the head and a warm place to sleep. Pan was perhaps what some would call 'easy', but he did have certain standards. In the end he had always felt like he was the one in control, like he made the ultimate decision about where, when and how he would be with someone. Perhaps it was naive on his part, but he hadn't been hurt yet.

Tennessee. Yeah, now that he heard the name out loud he remembered having heard it before. The comment concerning Wolf caused Pan a hearty laugh. He'd been around Wolf only a few times and though he seemed nice he seemed just about as straight-laced as Fox. Jed seemed to fit into the same category even more so now that he used to. Between the war and him having to become leader, Jed had changed a lot according to Pan's perception. Although Pan had more or less left Jed alone since he'd been allowed to return to the tribe, he missed the horrible jokes he used to play on their oh-so-serious manly-man leader. "You're probably spot on about that. I'm sure I know several people who've had to resort to the same."

Pan wasn't sure who Tennessee was talking about at first, but for some reason the name Pussy Willow told him that Tennessee had to be talking about Peri. He nodded and ran a hand through his hair, "You can call me Pan...or Mr. Pretty," he hissed a laugh, "It's Peri I think you're talking about." He turned his gaze from Tennessee's work to look up the river for a moment. "I've never really had trouble with nicknames, seeing as I've more or less always been called by one." It was mostly because the people he'd hung out with before the virus usually went by nicknames instead of their real names anyway, and also because at a very young age the child service people had started calling him Pan. Either way, he'd always had a made up name. Will Sharsby was a name created and chosen for him by the first orphanage that he was left at, so he'd never had a real name.

He shook his head. Although he pretended that his history didn't bother him, his lack of grounding connection to anything had always been a driving issue in his life. He didn't want to think about that now, and in an effort to change the subject a little he looked back over his shoulder and spoke to Tennessee's earlier comments, "About keeping me...all you have to do is ask." He tossed the hair from his eyes with a dramatic wink and charming laugh.

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