I stand motionless at the side of the wagon. The view of the falling sun is an amazing sight to see, but I myself don't feel at ease. It's been three days since they both left. Anna, leaving on her accord due to over annoyance, and TG, who will searching in vain for her, even if it means sacrificing his life. I sigh to myself and look over to the remaining companions standing in the front of the wagon. I walk over to them, standing right in their sights, yet they continue to ignore me, just like they have been for the past few days. After TG left, the two guys here have been bickering non-stop with each other, leaving me completely out of the equation. I can be of use, honestly! I kept Tim from getting something worse than a cold, along with making sure that our animals are kept safe and not dead! Him and Justin have been staring at each other, real serious like for the past few minutes. The flames in their eyes seem big enough to be set off from just one single spark. Even the tiniest spark as small as a mouse could flare up the tensions even worse. I mean, who knows? Both could get so mad at each other, they might both leave the wagon like Anna and TG before us! "This is not good at all!" I quietly say to myself, but I know that I must do something about it knowing that nothing will change unless I try. Walking over to them, I trip, stumble, and fall to the ground, a large blast unlike the previous ones shaking me from my feet. My ears are overcome anyways with the chatter of the two men bickering with each other. No hesitation after each other's statements, making his own demand. I get up to my feet and remain quiet, seeing as to how I can resolve this situation.
"I swear, it wasn't my doing, AGAIN. It wasn't me, and it was probably Anna or TG."
"Swear on it! Prove it! You can't say anything until you back it up with some facts!"
"Oh, how hypocritical, seeing how you always rush into action with no regards for safety!"
"Prove your point, or your whole argument is invalid."
"For F**ks sake, I already swore on it. Must you always be childish, Tim?"
"No, I'm just being cautious, for once in my life. Now PROVE IT!"
I decide to not step in. This doesn't seem like the time or the place for me to enter. Justin doesn't seem well too pleased either, and turns away from Tim, cupping his hands into his mouth and shouting at the sky.
"HEY ANNOUNCER!"
Yes? What do you want this time from me, Justin?
"GO LOOK AT THE SCRIPT AND ANSWER MY QUESTION FOR ME!" He shouts out.
Haha, that's rich, coming from you. Do I look like I'm paid enough to get a script?
"Awww S**t!" Justin shouts out in uncontrolled anger and rage.
That's another bleep for ya. It'll cost ya another few bucks, thank me later.
"Then maybe you'll get enough for the script if we keep cursing! Aha! F**k you Justin!" Tim yells at Justin's face. Justin follows it up with a loud screech. "That's my money that you're freaking using, so stop f**king cursing!" Both Tim and I look at him with a clear expression of disgust. "You're being a total hypocrite Justin." Tim says in a low tone, now displeased. Justin turns to me, breathing heavily and prepping himself for another complaint. "Look, Esther knows the most about our current state of materials, right?" I nod in agreement, prompting him to smile. "Ft. Laramie, only a few days or chapters away. It's a trading town, so it was the perfect next step for our journey." He philosophically puts two fingers on his forehead and taps it twice. "I had planned in advance to meet with a business partner so we could make a deal for resources. Course, it wouldn't have been in as dire circumstances as before. I knew the person before hand, and knew that they could be trusted. I had it all planned out, and we lost two more of our team members! That's even MORE for us! Do you want to back out on this deal now?!"
I stare with no clue whatsoever that Justin had an actual plan. Words cannot describe how unexpected this actually is. "Wow Justin... you actually did something right for once..." I slowly say, still stunned by his rousing plan. "What?! Are you guys that hopeless in me?! At least I'm better than you two, standing around for someone else to do your work for them!" He stammers out. Expecting a similar reaction and support from Tim, I turn to him in hope, but those hopes are easily dashed. Instead of the usual exaggerated screams and foaming at the mouth, Tim isn't in the slightest fazed. He stands his ground without any emotion, steeling himself to meet his opposition. He stands perfectly straight up, no support needed from me, or anyone else.
Time, er, Tim will tell what happens next. His next action is decisive, walking straight up to Justin's face and just staring him straight into his spectacles. Surprisingly, Justin's had no problems whatsoever with his specs' this whole trip. "So... you think that you've figured it all out, huh?" Justin himself rears his head back to adjust his glasses, as if on cue. "Indeed. Do I seem as insane as before? Or is that your nerves talking?" Tim smirks with pleasure. "Yes, you do. How do you intent to put that plan to action, though?" Justin laughs back in a very cheery tone. "By having everyone work together here... well, with the remains we have left of the crew. I planned for us to split up the work. Evenly. Then, we can get all of the supplies we need." Tim belts out a mighty roar in surprise. "Haha... That's a good joke. I can take care of myself. You worry about yourself. Cause I don't believe your end of the deal one bit!" Shocked, Justin reels back more, almost hitting the edge of the wagon. Tim follows up to him with a suspicious gaze. "Chances are, you're just gonna sit down and enjoy the bar, letting your drinking habits get the best of you." He asserts his finger out in an objectionable pose, as if accusing Justin about a crime. "You'll subtly make us do all the work! That's your real intentions!" Justin just smiles back. "Then I'll have to show you myself. We'll all go into a bar in town together. Afterwards, we'll meet up with my agent. Happy?" Tim angrily stomps on the ground rapidly in fierce anger. "UNACCEPTABLE! You said it yourself, hypocrite! Team effort my A**! You just want the drinks!" Justin turns 90 degrees away from Tim, eerily laughing to himself the whole time. "Well, got any bright ideas yourself, o wise one?" Tim doesn't move a muscle, not bothering to respond either. I can tell that he didn't intend on really contributing much to the team effort either. Justin, on the other hand, seems to be the only one with me on the whole "Helping the Team" sorta deal. "Well, my plan it is." Justin concedes, though it's not much of a surprise in the end. "We have all of our own jobs to tend to once we get into town, alright?" He pulls out a small notepad and pencil, flipping to a specific tab and starts reading off. "I've got hunting supplies." I lower my head in disappointment. "Of course you assigned yourself to that..." He shrugs it off like nothing and continues on. "Tim, you're on food duty." He turns towards Tim, who is slowly nodding in acceptance of his role. "An actual job? Oh me oh my! We have a plan that I must... follow?!" He mocks. Justin doesn't mind it once more. "Est, you've got animal care and supplies." He turns towards me, prompting a cheeky grin from me. "Are you happy with the team, Est?" He says, reading my mind like an open book. "Yeah, I guess." Is my only reply, trying to think about how the future will go if we've lost two-thirds of the group. "Either way, we're all in this together~" Justin sings. His cool tone makes the last words roll off like in a musical.
"Justin."
"What~?"
"Don't do that. You sound like a freaking five-year old girl when you do that."
"H-hey! I'm trying to lighten the mood!"
'Well, my punches aren't going to light!"
"You wanna go?! I'll beat you up right now!"
"Would you two just not..."
Justin
"This'll never work! How are we going to meet up in the bar with Esther looking so young?!"
"H-hey! It's not my fault that I haven't hit my growth spurt yet!"
"Well Est, you kinda are... Eh, I'm just gonna say it. TG and the audience calls you a loli."
"E-excuse me?! A what?!"
Tim might've said too much for his and Esther's own good. Then again, the original series bios page had us all based on stereotypes and other cliche factors, so maybe its not necessarily a bad thing if we're just stating facts... Either way, Esther stands her ground to us, if she could measure up to us. Her height is about half of both me and Tim, so I can see the immediate fan base reactions here. Tim himself tries to keep a straight face to my right, but I can see the slight smirk at his mouth. He could just about die laughing right now, but it wouldn't be far from it. He's almost died already, so I wouldn't be so surprised if he did out of disbelief right now. Surprisingly though, he continues to stand still, not breaking character or smile. "I-it was TG's word, not mine! I was just quoting him!" Tim shouts in self-defense. Esther just sports a cold stare, almost lifeless as she looks at us. Tim looks around our small setting with haste, not receiving the answer he wants. "Justin! How old is Esther?" I shrug my shoulders., making him run out to the front and look towards the skies. "ANNOUNCER!" He wails out. "HOW OLD IS ESTHER?!"
Pssh, I don't have a script. Why should I also have the bios?
"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-"
"Tim, what the actual heck are you doing?!"
"Just having a rage, all because of you, nothing too special."
Esther continues to be creepily silent, making me a bit uncomfortable. Tim raises his hands back to the skies above in protest of the judgement given unto him. I put one hand to my head, feeling the headaches already coming along.
"C'mon, you two." I mumble. "Just stick to the plan... We'll be arriving soon enough..."
Time, er, Tim will tell what happens next. His next action is decisive, walking straight up to Justin's face and just staring him straight into his spectacles. Surprisingly, Justin's had no problems whatsoever with his specs' this whole trip. "So... you think that you've figured it all out, huh?" Justin himself rears his head back to adjust his glasses, as if on cue. "Indeed. Do I seem as insane as before? Or is that your nerves talking?" Tim smirks with pleasure. "Yes, you do. How do you intent to put that plan to action, though?" Justin laughs back in a very cheery tone. "By having everyone work together here... well, with the remains we have left of the crew. I planned for us to split up the work. Evenly. Then, we can get all of the supplies we need." Tim belts out a mighty roar in surprise. "Haha... That's a good joke. I can take care of myself. You worry about yourself. Cause I don't believe your end of the deal one bit!" Shocked, Justin reels back more, almost hitting the edge of the wagon. Tim follows up to him with a suspicious gaze. "Chances are, you're just gonna sit down and enjoy the bar, letting your drinking habits get the best of you." He asserts his finger out in an objectionable pose, as if accusing Justin about a crime. "You'll subtly make us do all the work! That's your real intentions!" Justin just smiles back. "Then I'll have to show you myself. We'll all go into a bar in town together. Afterwards, we'll meet up with my agent. Happy?" Tim angrily stomps on the ground rapidly in fierce anger. "UNACCEPTABLE! You said it yourself, hypocrite! Team effort my A**! You just want the drinks!" Justin turns 90 degrees away from Tim, eerily laughing to himself the whole time. "Well, got any bright ideas yourself, o wise one?" Tim doesn't move a muscle, not bothering to respond either. I can tell that he didn't intend on really contributing much to the team effort either. Justin, on the other hand, seems to be the only one with me on the whole "Helping the Team" sorta deal. "Well, my plan it is." Justin concedes, though it's not much of a surprise in the end. "We have all of our own jobs to tend to once we get into town, alright?" He pulls out a small notepad and pencil, flipping to a specific tab and starts reading off. "I've got hunting supplies." I lower my head in disappointment. "Of course you assigned yourself to that..." He shrugs it off like nothing and continues on. "Tim, you're on food duty." He turns towards Tim, who is slowly nodding in acceptance of his role. "An actual job? Oh me oh my! We have a plan that I must... follow?!" He mocks. Justin doesn't mind it once more. "Est, you've got animal care and supplies." He turns towards me, prompting a cheeky grin from me. "Are you happy with the team, Est?" He says, reading my mind like an open book. "Yeah, I guess." Is my only reply, trying to think about how the future will go if we've lost two-thirds of the group. "Either way, we're all in this together~" Justin sings. His cool tone makes the last words roll off like in a musical.
"Justin."
"What~?"
"Don't do that. You sound like a freaking five-year old girl when you do that."
"H-hey! I'm trying to lighten the mood!"
'Well, my punches aren't going to light!"
"You wanna go?! I'll beat you up right now!"
"Would you two just not..."
Justin
"This'll never work! How are we going to meet up in the bar with Esther looking so young?!"
"H-hey! It's not my fault that I haven't hit my growth spurt yet!"
"Well Est, you kinda are... Eh, I'm just gonna say it. TG and the audience calls you a loli."
"E-excuse me?! A what?!"
Tim might've said too much for his and Esther's own good. Then again, the original series bios page had us all based on stereotypes and other cliche factors, so maybe its not necessarily a bad thing if we're just stating facts... Either way, Esther stands her ground to us, if she could measure up to us. Her height is about half of both me and Tim, so I can see the immediate fan base reactions here. Tim himself tries to keep a straight face to my right, but I can see the slight smirk at his mouth. He could just about die laughing right now, but it wouldn't be far from it. He's almost died already, so I wouldn't be so surprised if he did out of disbelief right now. Surprisingly though, he continues to stand still, not breaking character or smile. "I-it was TG's word, not mine! I was just quoting him!" Tim shouts in self-defense. Esther just sports a cold stare, almost lifeless as she looks at us. Tim looks around our small setting with haste, not receiving the answer he wants. "Justin! How old is Esther?" I shrug my shoulders., making him run out to the front and look towards the skies. "ANNOUNCER!" He wails out. "HOW OLD IS ESTHER?!"
Pssh, I don't have a script. Why should I also have the bios?
"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-"
"Tim, what the actual heck are you doing?!"
"Just having a rage, all because of you, nothing too special."
Esther continues to be creepily silent, making me a bit uncomfortable. Tim raises his hands back to the skies above in protest of the judgement given unto him. I put one hand to my head, feeling the headaches already coming along.
"C'mon, you two." I mumble. "Just stick to the plan... We'll be arriving soon enough..."
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