Post by Admin on Jul 22, 2006 16:53:39 GMT -5
Growing up in the jungle was usually accompanied by a distinct lack of alarm clocks (and just about everything else except for bugs, plants, and wild animals), so when the sun came up and started harrassing him through the window blinds he woke up without trouble.
Running a hand over the longish bristles covering his face and head, Sy looked at his hand which was covered in little stinging barbs. He didn't react to the poison himself, so they actually didn't sting him, but he would have to scrub them all off his palm before too long. Or he could take the short way about it...
As beads of sweat popped out on his palm, the tiny barbs began to dissolve, and it wasn't long before they were gone altogether. He could rub his hand across his face to get rid of the rest of the nematocytes there, but it always left a red rash on his face when he did that. It would be so much easier to just shave them off.
Grabbing his knife (he'd never learned to shave with a razor... his father had tried to teach him, but Sid had always liked the knife that the natives used so much better), Sy began shaving the nematocytes off his face when the woman's voice suddenly came across the loudspeaker and he turned around, knife out to protect himself from whoever might be in his room. There was no one there, however, so he finished his chin, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure there wasn't a woman in the room, and put a hat on so no one would be tempted to touch his green "hair" before he left his room to find someone he could ask about the woman he'd heard.
Running a hand over the longish bristles covering his face and head, Sy looked at his hand which was covered in little stinging barbs. He didn't react to the poison himself, so they actually didn't sting him, but he would have to scrub them all off his palm before too long. Or he could take the short way about it...
As beads of sweat popped out on his palm, the tiny barbs began to dissolve, and it wasn't long before they were gone altogether. He could rub his hand across his face to get rid of the rest of the nematocytes there, but it always left a red rash on his face when he did that. It would be so much easier to just shave them off.
Grabbing his knife (he'd never learned to shave with a razor... his father had tried to teach him, but Sid had always liked the knife that the natives used so much better), Sy began shaving the nematocytes off his face when the woman's voice suddenly came across the loudspeaker and he turned around, knife out to protect himself from whoever might be in his room. There was no one there, however, so he finished his chin, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure there wasn't a woman in the room, and put a hat on so no one would be tempted to touch his green "hair" before he left his room to find someone he could ask about the woman he'd heard.