Enoch Crosslin (crossedwire) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-03-30 15:39:00 |
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Current mood: | working |
Who: Cross and Clay
Where: the tanning pit
When: afternoon, day 13
What: pissing contests
Rating: PG
Cross had been working in the hot sun ever since he'd returned from washing the blood-stained blanket he'd taken out of the field. He'd taken his time with that task, feeling an instinctive need to be away from everyone else at camp as he processed his frustration at not being able to help the new arrivals this morning. He'd had only soap pods to work with, and most likely all of the blood wouldn't come out, but he wouldn't know that for sure until the blanket completely dried. So he'd hung it up and left it, moving on to other tasks.
By early afternoon he'd sweated his shirt through, so he'd taken it off, not caring if he got sunburned. He was going to develop a seriously thick hide by the time the shirt fell completely apart, which it would eventually. He looked quite a bit like a wild man with his bare chest, dirty khakis, rumpled blond hair and scruffy beginnings of a beard as he strode toward the tanning pit. Several of the men, at least, were helping with the hides in their own unique way, and he would most likely do that if there were no women around.