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maskormenacelogs2014-05-09 02:23 am
malodorous) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-05-09 02:23 am
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this is what happens when you can't people
WHO: Kristoff Bjorgman and Karen Starr
WHERE: Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains
WHEN: Wednesday, May 7th
WHAT:Karen's not putting up with Kristoff's life as a mountain man.
WARNINGS: nah we're probably okay
Kristoff had gotten off of the phone with Karen with a good amount of his skepticism still intact, and then he'd gone on about his business. The weather where he currently found himself was decent and cool, a far cry from what he'd left behind in Florida, and he'd more or less decided to remain in this particular area. It had everything he needed nearby: an amount of woodland, a good water source, some decent climbing, and a pretty ideal amount of isolation.
At this particular moment, he was tending to supper, sitting cross-legged in front of a small fire with several small fish set up to cook above it. He didn't put a whole lot of care into cooking, and fish wasn't difficult fare, so he was looking silently into the sky when he thought he might have heard something.
It could've been almost anything, so, while he does pause to look around his immediate area, he soon gave it up. With a shrug, he turned his fish over and returned his gaze upward, watching dusk run its course and the stars settle in.
WHERE: Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains
WHEN: Wednesday, May 7th
WHAT:Karen's not putting up with Kristoff's life as a mountain man.
WARNINGS: nah we're probably okay
Kristoff had gotten off of the phone with Karen with a good amount of his skepticism still intact, and then he'd gone on about his business. The weather where he currently found himself was decent and cool, a far cry from what he'd left behind in Florida, and he'd more or less decided to remain in this particular area. It had everything he needed nearby: an amount of woodland, a good water source, some decent climbing, and a pretty ideal amount of isolation.
At this particular moment, he was tending to supper, sitting cross-legged in front of a small fire with several small fish set up to cook above it. He didn't put a whole lot of care into cooking, and fish wasn't difficult fare, so he was looking silently into the sky when he thought he might have heard something.
It could've been almost anything, so, while he does pause to look around his immediate area, he soon gave it up. With a shrug, he turned his fish over and returned his gaze upward, watching dusk run its course and the stars settle in.