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Ariel Lee Underwood ([info]_intherough) wrote in [info]inpoormerit,
@ 2010-03-09 22:14:00

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Entry tags:cath, cath and jamie, jamie

An Adventure
Who: Cathair and Jamie
Where: The Forest's Edge
When: Afternoonish



Jamie was no stranger to sleeping in until someone came and shook him awake. He was a teenage boy after all and they did that. So it was no surprise to him that he awoke when the sun was well in the sky. It was only a surprise that he awoke in a bed and not in a gutter, badly beaten and robbed. He touched his neck lightly, expecting a great pain but there wasn't much left. He'd gotten up and gone about his morning routine as per usual, quite curious about the new surroundings. He'd found a black wooden rosary that was quite beat up on the kitchen table along with his guitar and a couple of books.

The message from the Commissioner had been interesting enough and slightly alarming about the forest. With a little shrug, he'd changed his clothes (amused to see that his dress plaids were hanging in his closet sans decorative weapons but not sans sporran) and headed out with a bottle of water and a ham sandwich in hand. By the time he trekked his way up to the edge of the forest, no worse for the wear, the sandwich was gone.

"Ah, well... This is the big bad forest then. Doesnae look like much..." Of course it also wasn't night yet. Jamie settled down on the ground, watching the trees but not quite ready to venture out there just yet.


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[info]_intherough
2010-03-10 05:14 am UTC (link)
Well, he'd thought he'd been nice and alone and maybe that letter was just to make him feel better. He hadn't exactly gone looking for people just yet. "I've a series of bruises on my neck that say otherwise," he noted with a cheery smile. He really wasn't all that worried to be perfectly honest. Although the note about snakes was a very good note...

"Jamie Fraser," he replied, pulling himself up with Cathair's assistance. Once he was up on his feet, he brushed off the back of his jeans, glancing back towards the trees. He pushed his glasses up on his nose with a finger, smile shrinking a bit but always just as cheerful. "Ah, well. I ken enough about highland forests but this isnae the highlands. Obviously." He stretched his arms over his head, hands laced together with his water bottle dangling between his fingers until something in his back popped lightly and pleasantly. "So what do y'ken about all this then?"

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-10 05:30 am UTC (link)
"Lucky you," he drawled. "I was in bed, and didn't so much get to sit up all the way. I suppose that means I had a softer landing when they knocked me out, as it were."

Oh, for the love of God, a Highlander even? Cathair managed not to roll his eyes. "About the town in general or being kidnapped or who's here or tropical rainforests?" He wasn't really being cheeky, all of this was rather a generalization.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-10 06:21 am UTC (link)
"Lucky me?" he asked incredulously, eyebrows once more seeking a place in his hairline as they shot upward, "You've a strange definition of luck, Cathair." He managed to pronounce the other man's name perfectly and easily on the first try. Thank God for the Gaelic connections even if they were two different languages.

Jamie rocked on his feet, lowering his arms to dangle lazily at his sides, "All of it. I only just woke up a bit ago." As if to illustrate this, a yawn was pulled out of him and he reached up to rub at his eyes. "Though I read that letter. I cannae imagine what anyone would want with me though. I'm just a student."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-10 04:22 pm UTC (link)
All right, he didn't expect Americans to understand sarcastic humour, but this boy had no excuse at all. "Right," Cath concluded as he heaved the Scot to his feet rather easily.

And he was Irish, so he likely did have a strange definition of luck by everyone else's standards. That was neither here nor there though.

Saints, was he ever this young and wet behind the ears? Probably, before his mother had been murdered. "We're on some sort of island, likely remote. The cottages we're assigned to are labeled with NATO's alphabet designations, but the Commissioner himself seems to be American by the way he writes. So I've no idea there. There's a few shops, including a pub where breakfast was left for us. I think the lady who's set on making certain we all eat a decent meal's did away with that. When I stopped by there, she told me it'd be ready by five o'clock and shooed me away." Which was fine by him, as Cathair was utterly useless in a kitchen. He could make simple things, but what the yank woman was preparing was likely beyond him.

"Besides the yank woman and the girl who responded to her message on the computer, there's her husband she mentioned, a pregnant woman, another American and an English girl. That who I've heard of or encountered. You're the latest find, but I've been trying to map this place, so it's slow going."

He shook his head. "I've no idea what they want with any of us," he admitted. While he thought he had a connection after meeting Riffraff and Drina, the addition of the others blew that theory out of the water. "Along those lines, I'm a book keeper. There doesn't seem to be any connection between us at all, save how we got here. That and we're all English speakers so far. Which might be more convenient for our captors, as they don't have to have a translator to understand us."

He had no doubt almost everything was being recorded somehow. He'd yet to find a camera, but he was still searching. "I was set on seeing what was in the woods next," he admitted, then glanced over the Scots boy again. Saints, not even a kitchen knife on him for a weapon and he looked set on walking into the forest. Heaving out a long breath, he reached into the pocket of his overshirt and pulled out a knife with the cover still on it, offering it to Jamie handle first. "You'll want this if you're comin' in with me, boyo," he said dryly.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-10 04:49 pm UTC (link)
He had an excuse. He was just... innocent so it was going to take a moment for him to tune in to what was sarcasm from Cathair and what wasn't. Jamie listened dutifully, nodding in parts so the Irishman would know that he was listening. He made something that could easily just be called a Scottish noise. That noise had a different meaning depending on the tone but it was still the same noise. This time it was one of consideration, "Is this going to be a simple dinner or a formal sort of gathering, do y'ken? Like a sort of introductory thing?" What? There was an important difference!

"Six plus a future bairn is seven... Nine and mostly female? Christ, we're screwed." Jamie rubbed the back of his neck as he counted and muttered to himself. He knew all too well the habits of women and their bodies. He did have a twin sister after all and he knew after awhile they all synced up. The lads were screwed. So badly.

Jamie breathed deeply, letting it out in a heavy and slightly annoyed sigh. "Maybe it's like that one story about the guy hunting humans. The Most Dangerous Game I think." That was not a good thought especially since they didn't have a whole lot of weapons. All that would be possible would be to wait to be chased into the woods and killed unless they could band together... Damn.

He looked a little startled at the offer of a knife and sort of stepped back from it, "Probably not the best idea. I can barely use one in the kitchen. I have problems with my depth perception." He pushed his glasses up on his nose again. They kept sliding down on him. It was rather annoying to be perfectly honest.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-10 05:18 pm UTC (link)
Saints, just like Cathair had been before the UVF had murdered his mother. He'd been, in blunt terms, a naive, bookish nerd. It was amazing how much ten years of warfare and living two separate lives could change a man. Hopefully, this lad wasn't hardened and jaded the way he had become.

And that question shouldn't have surprised him, since he'd have fussed about the same thing at that age. His family was rather well off and he'd been taught proper manners, and how to dress for occasions. His mother had always chosen what he and his father had worn and Cathair pretty much wore the same sort of clothing now for dressing up as he had at 19. Because it was the only sure way he'd look decent. His father was the same and his mother had commented more than once that he'd gotten not only his father's keen mind, but his lack of fashion sense as well. "I think it's rather come as you are," he suggested. They were prisoners on remote island, for the love of God.

The boy's assessment of their situation was so dead on accurate, Cathair had to laugh a bit. "Aye, pretty much," he agreed wryly. "Although don't be saying that in front of Drina, the pregnant American cop. She's likely to bloody your nose for it." The lad deserved fair warning, since he'd apparently been brought up the same way Cathair had and would likely make similar faux pas.

That had occurred to Cathair as well. Which was disturbing to say the least. "Let's hope not," he said. "Considering how many of the prisoners are girls that are ill suited to the survival game." It wouldn't be much sport at all, which said their captors were a lower sort of bastard than he'd first thought if that was why they were here. "I'm personally more concerned about this turning into The Lord of the Flies meself."

"Fair enough," he agreed, tucking the blade away for safe keeping. The homemade slingshot he had fashioned was tucked into his belt, so it was clear the knife wasn't the only weapon he was carrying. Actually, he'd nicked two more from his kitchen, just to be safe. Once anyone or anything got to close range, the slingshot would be useless. And he didn't fancy fending off a bear or big cat with his bare hands.

Nor could he belittle the boy his poor vision. Cathair's vision problems went the other way, which he'd been annoyingly reminded of when he'd been dressing. Sitting right next to his rosary had been his hated reading glasses. Which he'd grudgingly tucked into a pocket in case he needed them. Seeing how much trouble Jamie was having with his only reminded him how much he hated the bloody things.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-10 05:43 pm UTC (link)
"Huh... Then I wonder why me dress plaids are in me closet," he wondered aloud. That was just a strange thing to have in there. It was like it was mocking him. Here's a wee piece of home just so you know you can never, ever go back.

He made another of those Scottish noises, this one in annoyance, "Mphm, that sort is she? Surely she wouldn't hit someone with glasses." Although it had started in annoyance, by the end of his words, he was purposely trying to be adorkable. Not that it'd work on Cathair as he wasn't trying to work the magic on him. It was practice for the lady-cop.

Jamie shuddered a little at the thought of them all devolving into the savagery of The Lord of the Flies. "With any lucky, it'll be a breeding camp," he said cheekily, trying to make a positive joke instead of thinking about all the horrible things that could happen. "Although if that were true there should be more men than women probably."

Thankfully, Cathair did not press the knife issue. The Scot was just of the mind that if you didn't know how to use it, you shouldn't have it. That was why when he had blades on him in his dress plaids, they were for decoration only. He exhaled softly then turned his gaze back on the trees. "Ave, Caesar, morituri te salutant," he muttered.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-10 06:03 pm UTC (link)
"No idea," he admitted. "I haven't any dressing up clothes meself." Well, unless some of his less worn button downs counted. But nothing he'd consider dressing up clothing. He had a few books, his family bible, his reading glasses and most importantly, his rosary.

Cathair scoffed at the idea the woman would refrain from hitting anyone for any trivial reason as not breaking his glasses. "She'd likely only aim lower," he mused dryly. "She's with child, and I'm wagering not pleased with any male with this heat and humidity, let alone the situation." He'd already raided the druggist shop for suncreme as less than an hour into his search his pale Irish skin had started turning red.

He coughed out a laugh at the breeding camp idea. "Right," he said with a pointed look. "And no, you don't need more males for that. Since we can breed with more than one woman and get the same results every time." And that idea was just insane, considering the women he'd met thus far. One was already with child, the other was the sort who was very hands off and the third was already married and here with her husband.

Well, the lad had the right idea and the Latin words made Cathair grin softly. He crossed himself, then replied with "nam et si ambulavero in medio umbrae mortis non timebo mala quoniam tu mecum es virga tua et baculus tuus ipsa me consolata sunt." before starting into the woods.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-10 06:16 pm UTC (link)
Odd. So it really was just a taunt about the country he'd been taken from. Great. Lovely. He pinched the bridge of his nose lightly knowing he was going to have a hell of a headache by the end of the day.

Jamie frowned a little. It was true about the heat and humidity thing and he started thinking about ways he could sacrifice some ice to the Pregnant Demon. Okay, he really just wanted to help her and be nice but that was entirely beside the point.

He shook his head. He was fairly certain that you needed more males but the only argument he had was one episode of Star Trek: TNG which had that saucy Irish lass on it who was all too pleased that she was going to end up with a harem of husbands. Although harem wasn't the right word for a group of men connected to one woman. He didn't know what the right word was though. Still, he didn't argue it.

Jamie recognized the Latin that Cathair had used and automatically crossed himself as he added, "Amen." Then he followed the Irishman into the trees, hoping everything was as nocturnal as the Commissioner had expressed they were. He knew it wasn't really a prayer per-say but it had that feel to it. "If y'see a good sturdy looking branch, let me know, aye? I may not ken much about knives but I ken plenty about hitting things with big sticks."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-10 07:49 pm UTC (link)
Cathair had nicked some aspirin from the druggist for that reason. He would be checking the grocer later for decent beer and whiskey as well. It was going to be a long, trying time, not something to be faced without the proper constitution.

He was set on doing as little to upset Drina as possible without letting on he was doing it because that would upset her and she'd have a bigger fit. Which in addition to the heat, humidity and stress, she and her baby didn't need.

The correct word was 'salam' and the only reason Cathair knew that was from reading One Thousand and One Arabian Nights. Which once again was neither here nor there. He'd also seen that version of TNG and been rather amused by the whole 'foot washing' bit. But in the end, it didn't really matter, as he doubted that was the plan here.

He looked back at the boy when he replied. No the 23rd psalm wasn't a prayer per se, but he'd used it like one. Most of the Scots he knew were Presbyterians, although now that he thought about it, many Highlanders were Catholic. And really, religion divided the Scots nearly as much as the Irish.

"Good idea," he agreed about the branch. Luckily, there wasn't a lot of overgrowth, though not having to hack their way through would make picking their way back more difficult. He should have thought to bring the duct tape roll he'd used to make a handle on his slingshot to mark trees and what not. So he'd have to improvise.

After a few moments of digging in his pockets, he came up with nothing useful. The steak knives weren't large or sharp enough to cut tree bark and he'd nothing else to mark things with. With a long breath, he emptied his shirt pockets of the three knives and his reading glasses case and put them into his jeans pockets, then unbuttoned his brightly colored shirt.

He'd put on suncreme and it was too bloody hot for layers anyways. He might get eaten alive by mosquitoes, but that would be the least of their worries if they got lost in the forest after dark.

Using one of the knives to start, he started ripping it into long strips.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-10 09:18 pm UTC (link)
His little bit of clan were quite traditional and didn't take very much with the Kirk. Of course, they'd been such firm supporters of the house of Stuart that it kind of still dribbled down through the generations. And the Stuarts had been very much Catholic (but being royals as well that didn't mean too much). Too bad the English had full out kicked their asses.

Jamie focused on making sure his breathing didn't get too out of control as they marched through the trees. It wasn't like he tired easily though. He may not have been a sporty type or built like a bloody viking like some he'd known but he knew how to hike. Converse sneakers weren't the best for it but he'd make do.

He was surprised to see Cathair removing the outer shirt and for a moment, wondered exactly what was going on... Especially once he started ripping the cloth up. "Er, what're you doing?" His confusion was quite obvious.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-10 09:36 pm UTC (link)
Which would warm Cathair to the boy more, considering he fully supported anyone who tried to throw off British rule. Just because he'd gone about it all wrong didn't mean he still didn't believe in freedom from the English. They needed to toddle off back to their own country, thanks.

Cathair wasn't built like a viking either, and although he'd never followed any sport, he'd kept himself fighting fit always And he had better shoes for this task.

But that wasn't going to make finding there way back any easier though. Cathair was all right at tracking familiar animals during the day, but they really weren't leaving enough of a foot trail to follow back. "Well, unless you've an infallible sense of direction or can track our way back, we'll need to mark the path." He walked over to one of the skinnier trees and tied the cloth around it. "Also, if we do get lost, the people back at the town will have an idea where to start looking."

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-11 02:33 pm UTC (link)
It was the MacKenzies that were bloody vikings. He'd known a few and they'd been gigantic and somewhat brutish in appearance. But that was neither here nor there.

Jamie snorted a little - no, he did not have an infallible sense of direction. "Except why in the bloody Hell would they think to check the forest? Only us crazed types head out into the spooky trees on the first day, aye?" As he passed by Cathair, he patted the man on the shoulder like they were just the best of friends despite having just met.

He continued on the slow tromp, singing under his breath in a fair, clear tone, "In days of old in a kingdom bold, there lived a fearsome dragon. And the King he was in great distress and the countries spirits flagoned..." It was just something he did to pass the time and keep his nerves in check.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-11 05:26 pm UTC (link)
The Southern Irish were the ones who leaned towards the more brutish builds. They'd bred more with the English and Scots than the Northerners. Cathair was leanly muscled, but just as solid as any of the brutes he'd recruited in Belfast.

"Because we'll not be the only ones curious about the forest," he pointed out, smirking a bit as the lad clapped him on the shoulder. "I don't plan on getting bloody lost either way."

He had to chuckle as the boy started singing under his breath. Cathair stopped to tie another piece of shirt to the tree, wishing again he'd brought some duct tape or something more to mark their path with. So far, all they'd managed to do was disturbed a tree full of birds and send some small animals skittering.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-13 12:19 am UTC (link)
Jamie shrugged a little, dismissively. What did he know? He was just along for the ride and that was pretty much the whole air around him. His hands were now shoved in his pockets and it was rather like he was just taking a merry stroll through a familiar woods.

The walk, thus far, was rather uneventful and for a bit, it seemed to continue that way for the majority of his song which was about a knight who slays a dragon and refuses the bed of the two princesses only to spend the night with the king. It was funny. At least until there was a rustling in the trees above them. Jamie pushed his glasses up on his nose and glanced upward with a soft, "Um... Cath?"

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-13 12:53 am UTC (link)
All right, that had to be Scots' humour, because it certainly wasn't Irish. No matter how ridiculous it was. Cathair gave the boy a side look as the song continued.

Right.

He noticed the rustling before Jamie did and was even more disturbed by the fact they were rapidly surrounded. Since it was from above, it was likely birds. Maybe monkeys. There were usually some sort of monkeys in these woods, weren't there.

His answer came as a small primate dropped from the branch below and landed on his arm. His immediate reaction was to fling the beast away from him, preferably into the nearest tree.

Unfortunately, he succeeded. Suddenly, the trees above them exploded with the loudest ruckus he'd ever heard. And then anything imaginable started raining down on them. Leaves, branches, bugs.

Wait, didn't they throw- ?

"Run!" he ordered, grabbed Jamie by the shoulder and hauling him back the way they'd come. Hopefully, once they were out of the bloody little bastards' territory they'd stop throwing things and screaming like that.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-13 02:52 am UTC (link)
He didn't know where the song came from, just that it was kind of 'traditional'. Probably modern traditional. He didn't know the history of it. Anyhow...

Jamie let out a little yelp when it turned out to be monkeys making the noise. It would've been okay if Cath hadn't decided to karate the damn thing into a tree.

He didn't need Cathair's suggestion to run, just the physical movement which helped remind him that he needed to move his legs to get away from the flying debris and nastiness (but hopefully not that much nastiness). "You twat," he shouted at Cath as he ran the direction from which they'd come. Oh god, this sucked so hard. "I'm going to kick ye're ass when we're out of here!"

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-13 02:58 am UTC (link)
Cathair was keeping his opinions on the subject matter of the song (and Scots in general) to himself. He was already tense enough without getting into a social debate with a clearly younger and more liberal person.

There were more important issues here.

Yes, well, that was likely true. Cathair hadn't expected every bloody monkey in the area to act like he'd just flung their mum into a tree. All right, he might've and he was well familiar with clannish attitudes. He had no excuse he could give the lad besides blaming panic. Hopefully, Jamie'd buy that.

"Shut up and move," he ordered, not really caring if the boy tried or not. He didn't know if the little bastards were capable of actually murdering them, but he wasn't planning on staying around to find out.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-13 04:13 am UTC (link)
Excuses were like bellybuttons. Everyone has them and most of them are full of useless lint. Or in this case... General uselessness when one was being chased by monkeys. Jamie was not going to buy a damn thing.

"I am movin'!" he shouted back with a little bit of a growl. It was kind of amazing just how vicious he could sound when he was annoyed. That sort of tone coming out of such an innocent kid. If he ended up getting bitten and getting rabies or monkey pox or something, he was so infecting Cathair next.

He actually leapt over a fallen log that'd been in their path on their way in rather like a hurdle. Although if it'd been a hurdle, he would not have been able to clear the height. Either way, he'd pulled off something he thought was very cool and did not trip over his own feet.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-13 04:23 am UTC (link)
Right, well, then unless the boy asked, he wasn't saying anything. He'd already claimed to know jack all about rain forests. And the only place he'd ever seen monkeys was the zoological gardens. Where there was glass between them and him, as it should be.

Which was why he'd thrown the filthy animal in the first place. It could have been rabid or have AIDS or something like that. That and it had startled him and his natural reflex for something grabbing a limb when he wasn't expecting it was to get the bastard off and break something in the process.

At least Jamie hadn't tripped up. He was more graceful than Cathair had given him credit for. And in better shape. Which was a good thing, because he could still hear the screaming behind them.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-13 04:15 pm UTC (link)
Grace nothing; he was lucky. Which was why he tripped over his own big, gangly feet a few short moments after but he didn't end up on his face. He managed to catch himself and scramble up a second or so later, leaving kicked up dirt and leaves behind him.

It didn't seem like the chase was ever going to end and he was starting to feel like they were going to be running forever. In the wrong direction maybe. Only on occasion, he could see a flash of cloth that said they were indeed going the right way.

"There has got... to be... a way... to distract them!" He panted out as they ran because this was getting ridiculous. However, monkeys were known to have fairly large territories depending on how many there were.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-13 07:13 pm UTC (link)
They were going the right direction and changing directions was daft now because that could just take them deeper into the woods. Which was clearly a very bad idea.

Distract them? How? There was nothing to distract them with and even if there were, that would require them to stop running. Which was a terrible idea.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-14 04:07 am UTC (link)
The only way Jamie could think to distract the monkeys was to throw a water bottle at them. And that was very likely an extremely bad idea and it was also littering. Jamie didn't litter whatever the situation.

Thankfully, it seemed that a few more minutes of running and the screeching started to fade. He didn't stop running until the sounds of monkeys stopped entirely though. And when he did, he bent over, hands on his knees and panting a little. Jamie was in good shape but he wasn't in that good of shape. Fucking furry bastards.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-14 04:36 am UTC (link)
Cathair was breathing pretty hard when they stopped as well, and he was in bloody fine shape. They'd just been running for their lives. It happened.

Fucking furry bastards indeed.

"I think from now on, I'll leave the jungle to those who have a fucking clue what they're doing," he grumbled wryly.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-14 05:10 pm UTC (link)
Jamie made a noise of agreement, waiting to catch his breath a little more fully before he straightened up. Something started to crawl into his view and he took off his glasses, shaking them out. There'd been a beetle on the lens. Putting them back on, he started towards Cathair. Once closer, he threw out a closed fist, clearly intending to punch him in the arm although it was only half-hearted and that was kind of obvious. It was silent 'payback' for the mess that the Irishman had gotten them into.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-14 07:58 pm UTC (link)
Luckily, the boy had projected his intentions quite obviously and it was enough warning that his combat nerves didn't trigger. He grunted and offer the younger man a half hearted glare.

They were both filthy, covered in dirt, twigs, and God only knew what else. Cathair shook some of the mess from his hair. "Come on," he suggested. "We need a shower and a change of clothes."

Well, that had been an adventure. Hopefully, enough of an adventure for Jamie to sate any urges for more for awhile.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-15 03:41 pm UTC (link)
Jamie glared at Cathair right back, "Don't give me that look. I warned you I'd hit you." Okay, he said he'd kick the Irishman's ass but he just didn't have enough energy to do more than he had.

He brushed a hand vigorously through his shorter hair, knocking quite a bit of debris out and onto the ground where it belonged. Hopefully the monkeys hadn't knocked any ticks out of the trees or something like that.

"Mmphm, aye a bit. I hadnae planned on getting this filthy this quick," he sighed a little and started once more towards the village but at a much slower pace. After a few minutes of silence, a laugh slipped out of him, "If or when we ever get home, that's going to be a tale for the grandkids someday."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-15 08:05 pm UTC (link)
"Would you prefer I hit you back?" he offered in a good natured tone of voice. He'd once been like this boy, and couldn't hold it against him. More he prayed to the Almighty that Jamie stayed as he was.

Cathair shrugged. "Well, we didn't plan on getting crashed through the forest by a pack of raging monkeys either," he pointed out as he followed, doing his best to get all the crap off of his arms.

That got a laugh from him. Oh yes, they were getting out of here, if it killed him trying. Clapping Jamie on the shoulder, he smiled a bit. "That it will be. Come on, I don't fancy being chased by anything else today."

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-16 03:48 am UTC (link)
"Och, no. Thank you," he mock-coughed a little, clearing his throat but he was just as amused as Cathair was. The Irishman was fun and got him into all sorts of trouble. If he'd been a bit younger, Jamie would've sworn this was one of his pals from back home.

He laughed his agreement, shaking his head a little. No, they hadn't. He nodded at Cathair as they headed back towards the village, "No, let's not. Boy, there goes my childhood dream of having a monkey for a pet. Completely dashed."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-16 04:04 am UTC (link)
Were he younger, he'd likely have been mates with the boy. They were the same sort and underneath the jaded bastard he'd become, he recognized it and appreciated it.

"Likely more trouble than they're worth," he agreed wryly. "Besides if you want to hover over something and change diapers, may as well get married and have kids. I'll wager it's not much different, except kids outgrow the diapers."

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-18 03:01 am UTC (link)
He snorted a little with amusement. That sounded about right. And at least children generally didn't get fleas. Okay, there were lice but that was entirely beside the point. And also, no monkey pox. "I donae think that's ever going to happen for me, mate. I've never even dated. And now I'm on a bloody island where my only options are... monkeys apparently."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-18 03:16 am UTC (link)
Cathair scoffed. "You're not even old enough to be worrying about it," he pointed out. "I bet you've not even started your first year at university."

Now when he got to his age and was still unmarried and unattached, then he could be certain there'd be no such thing in his future.

As for the monkeys comment, he decided to opt for winding the boy up than actually discussing being stuck here forever. "I thought that was sheep?" he suggested with a smirk. And prepared to get thumped again.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-19 04:32 pm UTC (link)
"I could'hae been but I opted for an extra year," he said with a little shrug. It wasn't like he was bragging that he was just oh so smart. "But I hadnae even had a girl at all." He used girl automatically though he knew he sort of preferred boys over girls though he liked both. It was just easier on everyone.

No thumping this time. Jamie wasn't exactly offended. Instead he laughed and shook his head a little, "That's Wales, mate. Don't make me pelt y'with potatoes, aye?" Well if Cathair was going to start, so was he!

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-20 07:50 pm UTC (link)
"I didn't really need to know that, boyo," Cathair drawled. "You're still young. And haven't even made it to university yet." He knew for a fact that women rather liked the mannerly, bookish sort. He'd never had a problem attracting females. But then, he wasn't trying to and seemed to be just as good at putting them off, so he wasn't very good example. For anything.

"Better potatoes than haggis," he shot back playfully. And while they both could likely have fun taking shots at the Welsh, that was a bit too easy.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-21 02:14 pm UTC (link)
"What? No, I mean..." He sighed a little and muttered a 'nevermind'. It was probably not the best idea to explain just how damned innocent he was to the monkey thrower. Or really, monkey tosser and he did mean that in the bad way. Twat. "I donae even know what I was going to study at uni." Really, he was going because he was good at school and his father wanted him to.

Jamie scoffed a little and shook his head, "I don't even like haggis... But anyhow, potatoes would hurt more so I'm glad ye're willing to take the pain."

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-21 06:44 pm UTC (link)
Cathair shrugged. "Most people don't when they first go in," he admitted. "I only did because I knew from the age of 12 onwards I wanted to be a historian like my father. Most people have to try a few things before they find their place." Really, what was all this rush to have his life figured out before he was even really a man? He wanted to warn Jamie that life would do that for him, but he hoped the younger man's life wouldn't take any near a bad turn as his own had. Let him be innocent a bit longer. Enjoy it even.

He scoffed and shook his head. "You better start running again boyo or I'll show you pain," he shot back lightly.

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-23 05:17 am UTC (link)
Jamie laughed and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, the main thing I want to do is be a singer. I don't think I need Uni for that, yeah?" He shook his head a little, amused at himself since he knew it was always a good idea to have a contingency plan. Being a singer was not a good plan at all.

"Oh aye, I'll be sure to do that, dad," he rolled his eyes and kept at his casual pace. Not a single step faster. He didn't expect Cathair to really get his knickers in a twist over a comment like that.

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[info]dian_cecht
2010-03-24 02:32 am UTC (link)
"A singer then?" Cath said. "Well, no. But there's a better chance of actually making a career of it when you have schooling." After all, there were music courses offered. Even when he'd been at university.

Dad? Cathair chuckled at that, even if it did hit a cord he didn't want to admit to. He'd be so lucky to ever have a son like this boy someday. As for the cheek, well, he wasn't going to let that go so easily.

"Dad?" he scoffed, coming up behind Jamie and grabbing him into a headlock. He ruffled the younger man's hair affectionately. "I'm not that old, boyo."

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[info]_intherough
2010-03-26 12:07 am UTC (link)
Jamie just shrugged it off. He had no idea what he was really going to do with his life. But he'd figure it out eventually. "Ah well... No point in worrying about it right now, aye?"

He was struck by a fit of the giggles when Cathair grabbed him, not really fighting it. It was easier to just let these sorts of things go, "Like I even know! Now gerrof before I stomp your toes." But he was grinning and just having fun...

And the rest of the walk went much the same way! Hurray. The end.

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