06-01-2006, 05:23 AM
That was it. He was dying. He was dying, pure and simple.
His stomach rumbled loudly. But it wasn?t saying, ?feed me.? Oh, no. It was saying, ?hey Bardock, shove some food down your throat or I?m going to annoy the shit outta you!?
He hadn?t eaten in twenty-four hours, a crime unto itself. To not consume precious, precious food for such an eternity was unspeakable. Starvation was a capital sin! Bar grabbed his half empty water bottle, chugging its contents, and downed the second bottle without another thought. Not a drop escaped his parched lips. So much for conservation?he was going to be up half the night springing a leak. With that, he gorged himself on the loaf and a half of bread tucked away in his supply bag. The starchy food was completely stale and crusted over. Not that it mattered. He could have eaten wood at this point. When the bread was settling nicely in the bottom of his stomach, the saiya-jin glanced around. The fighter supposed if he got hungry enough, he could always resort to cannibalism, and just eat his way to a win. But none of them looked like they tasted very good. There was still several packs of the dried meat from the farm, and he helped himself to about half of it, reluctantly cutting himself off.
It was about a few moments afterwards that he noticed the smell. His nostrils took in the scents that hung in the air: saiyan and human blood, and lots of environmental smells. But no?the culprit was in fact, his body odor. He had been sweating freely from the heat for the past two days, accompanied by the salty excretions his body produced during an adrenaline rush. It didn?t really bother him. You get used to it after a while. But the oily film that covered his skin was beginning to itch. Bardock had spotted a river not too far by, and slipped away for a dunk.
He approached the riverbank and knelt into a crouch, sniffing the water and taking a sample sip. Both tests passed. He knelt his face and slurped the cool liquid freely, ridding his mouth of the feeling of warm saliva. Both of his water bottles were refilled to full and placed back within the duffel. With that, Bardock removed his armor, tossing it to the ground in a heavy thud. His shirt and boots were next, along with the scouter affixed to his face. He hesitated at the pants, wondering if someone of the wrong gender may have noticed his departure and decided to follow. Inwardly, he shrugged. Off came the pants. In a casual dive, he plunged into the icy depths of the river, and felt two little buddies jump up and say hello in immediate shrinkage. Other than that, it felt good. Cold seeped into every fiber of his flesh, numbing him from everything. His head broke the surface of the water, his lungs gasping for air. Raven locks were now dripping wet, drooping from the weight of the liquid. He wiped the water from his face, treading within the depths to stay afloat. The fighter leaned back, his body bobbing up and down against the surface. Bardock let the icy coldness take him, away from this island and away from these people. His soul drifted away into the rift between existence and non. All of his mistakes faded to black, and for a brief moment, he was free.
He loved the water. It was therapeutic, one of the few things that could sooth the savageness and the confusion that consumed him. He didn?t have half as many answers as he claimed.
The sun was fading fast, taking its tropical warmth with it.
Quickly, Bardock rubbed the water into his skin, clearing away the slippery coating of pore ooze. The roughneck swam back to the bank, emerging from the river. His tail shook itself out before wrapping around his waist, the fur slicked over with moisture. The clothes came back on almost as fast as they?d come off, and the warrior trekked back into camp. Now that he had cooled off, it was time to heat up again.
OOC: Part uno.
His stomach rumbled loudly. But it wasn?t saying, ?feed me.? Oh, no. It was saying, ?hey Bardock, shove some food down your throat or I?m going to annoy the shit outta you!?
He hadn?t eaten in twenty-four hours, a crime unto itself. To not consume precious, precious food for such an eternity was unspeakable. Starvation was a capital sin! Bar grabbed his half empty water bottle, chugging its contents, and downed the second bottle without another thought. Not a drop escaped his parched lips. So much for conservation?he was going to be up half the night springing a leak. With that, he gorged himself on the loaf and a half of bread tucked away in his supply bag. The starchy food was completely stale and crusted over. Not that it mattered. He could have eaten wood at this point. When the bread was settling nicely in the bottom of his stomach, the saiya-jin glanced around. The fighter supposed if he got hungry enough, he could always resort to cannibalism, and just eat his way to a win. But none of them looked like they tasted very good. There was still several packs of the dried meat from the farm, and he helped himself to about half of it, reluctantly cutting himself off.
It was about a few moments afterwards that he noticed the smell. His nostrils took in the scents that hung in the air: saiyan and human blood, and lots of environmental smells. But no?the culprit was in fact, his body odor. He had been sweating freely from the heat for the past two days, accompanied by the salty excretions his body produced during an adrenaline rush. It didn?t really bother him. You get used to it after a while. But the oily film that covered his skin was beginning to itch. Bardock had spotted a river not too far by, and slipped away for a dunk.
He approached the riverbank and knelt into a crouch, sniffing the water and taking a sample sip. Both tests passed. He knelt his face and slurped the cool liquid freely, ridding his mouth of the feeling of warm saliva. Both of his water bottles were refilled to full and placed back within the duffel. With that, Bardock removed his armor, tossing it to the ground in a heavy thud. His shirt and boots were next, along with the scouter affixed to his face. He hesitated at the pants, wondering if someone of the wrong gender may have noticed his departure and decided to follow. Inwardly, he shrugged. Off came the pants. In a casual dive, he plunged into the icy depths of the river, and felt two little buddies jump up and say hello in immediate shrinkage. Other than that, it felt good. Cold seeped into every fiber of his flesh, numbing him from everything. His head broke the surface of the water, his lungs gasping for air. Raven locks were now dripping wet, drooping from the weight of the liquid. He wiped the water from his face, treading within the depths to stay afloat. The fighter leaned back, his body bobbing up and down against the surface. Bardock let the icy coldness take him, away from this island and away from these people. His soul drifted away into the rift between existence and non. All of his mistakes faded to black, and for a brief moment, he was free.
He loved the water. It was therapeutic, one of the few things that could sooth the savageness and the confusion that consumed him. He didn?t have half as many answers as he claimed.
The sun was fading fast, taking its tropical warmth with it.
Quickly, Bardock rubbed the water into his skin, clearing away the slippery coating of pore ooze. The roughneck swam back to the bank, emerging from the river. His tail shook itself out before wrapping around his waist, the fur slicked over with moisture. The clothes came back on almost as fast as they?d come off, and the warrior trekked back into camp. Now that he had cooled off, it was time to heat up again.
OOC: Part uno.
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