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Samuel T. Anders (cbuck) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-09 20:47:00

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!dropped, !incomplete, day 07, location: gym, sam anders, shannon rutherford

Day 7: Grabbing a Bite
Who: Samuel T. Anders and Shannon Rutherford (and some unsuspecting deer, if they can find it)
What: Grabbing a friendly bite to eat... by hunting deer
When: Day 7, mid-morning
Where: Forest edge, nearby the gym & museum
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The creaking and moaning of the foreboding forest that encircled their little town had lost some of its terror for Samuel T. Anders. Were this three or four years ago, he'd have made a fast get away back to his little corner in the gym, but he'd grown so much since being just a C Buc. The light covering of snow on the ground crunched under the tread of his running shoes. Thankfully the wind had subsided somewhat since the gusts that had howled him awake this morning.

It was nice to have the promise of some company. It wasn't that Sid wasn't good company, but he was nearly all he saw yesterday until his bizarre evening with the night brigade, which wasn't exactly a happy encounter. Anders had wanted to figure out a way to make up for yesterday morning all day, but couldn't figure out a way that wouldn't come off as a feeble attempt to get in her pants or a creepy infatuation. Either way, he wasn't going to become another part of her 'complicated' life. His own was complicated enough.

Sam held tight onto the paper-wrapped hunting knife in one hand, cursing himself for not having grabbed gloves. Perhaps today would be the day for those. While he waited for Shannon's appearance, he decided to try to scout the area as best as he could. He wasn't formally trained in it in any way, but necessity made a great teacher in the absence of that.

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cbuck
2009-05-10 02:32 am UTC (link)

No matter how many times he concentrated on the dim visual of Kara riding him in the dead of night while they tried to keep it down in the communal officer's bunk, or the curve of her hip when she'd slip out of bed and sit on the side of the bed for a smoke after he'd had a rough night from being sick on New Caprica, or even her black underwear peaking out from the top of her green uniform pants from that first morning when they were surrounded by the remnants of desks, books, and other things in Delphi High, he couldn't shake the feeling of Shannon's skin to his. Why did she have to be so hot? Hot chicks made it far more difficult to forget incidents like that one, not that it had ever come up before quite in the same way...

At least she was starting to see it the same way he had: denial. "Exactly. We'd have to have done it while drugged..." Which was a possibility, but he wasn't going to say that one out loud. The implication that she didn't want him wasn't lost on him in her subsequent comment. It was livable. It perhaps even made things a little better. Unless he had done something and she just didn't react.

He made himself stop at that point. Just because hew as a Cylon didn't mean that he was like Leoban.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. We're," he swallowed, both spit and pride, "we're clear." Now he felt worse than he had before getting there. Before they had talked, he had assumed that things were cool between them after their, albeit brief, conversation directly after the incident.

Thankfully, she offered a way out. Sam's stomach agreed. "I can try. It can't be that hard right?"

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