Cisco Ramon is the official meta-human (namegenerator) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-02 11:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~briseis (prizeofachilles), ~cisco ramon (namegenerator) |
WHO: Cisco Ramon and OTA Briseis
WHERE: Maybe a quarter mile from the main camp, near the stream
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHAT: Taking a break
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete
Cisco might not have the skills that others seemed to be displaying so prominently and proactively offering to share, but he wasn't stupid, either. He'd built a little lean-to in the main camp and that was where he spent his nights, but during the second day, Cisco had gone looking for a better place to set up his own shelter. He couldn't stay too far away from the camp if he wanted to be a part of the community, but Cisco also had no desire to be right on top of them, either. He had grown to like the privacy of his apartment back home, with thick walls to block out the sounds of his neighbors and a cozy feel to it that wasn't overly spacious or too cramped. He'd gone looking, staying near the stream both to have a nearby water source and to keep from getting lost, and probably a quarter of the way between camp and the beach, closer to the camp's end, he'd found something of an alcove the rock had formed into. It was tall and wide; he'd have his work cut out for him, for sure, and it'd probably take him damn near forever if he didn't ask for help, but a part of him kind of wanted to do it himself just to be able to say that he had. It was the fifth day of waking up with the sun and working until it started to sink back into the sky and Cisco had one wall complete and was well into the second; he was building large on purpose and he'd been using the alcove as his back wall, meaning he'd only have to build three of them out. The roof, he thought, was probably going to be the biggest challenge. He'd get there. If Cisco Ramon could build weapons and supersuits and computers, he could build a shelter out of rocks and mud. He'd figure it out. Taking his shirt off and wiping the sweat from his face with it, Cisco looked over his work. He'd managed one wall, and the first portion of the long wall, stopping where he intended to put the door. Feeling fairly accomplished at having gotten into a more efficient rhythm by now and having finished that section of the second wall in one morning and part of the afternoon as opposed to the three freaking days it had taken him to get the hang of making the first one, Cisco tossed his shirt onto a large boulder nearby and picked up his canteen, heading out of his little section of the jungle and toward the stream to get a drink. He was pretty sure he owed himself a break. [ooc: for better visual: it doesn't have a roof yet, obviously, and it's still in progress, but picture something like this unfinished and one of the long walls is mostly just a rock formation that's tall and hangs over a few feet. It should be vaguely visible, though pushed back and the line of sight a little skewed from the trees, from the stream.] |