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characters that I own later.
*Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates. I haven't had very much time recently. But don't worry, the Color Guard season is almost over, and I should be back on track soon.*
"He's one of the best sharp-shooting men on this side of the sands." Winston began as both he and Rick approached what looked to be a stone house that was missing a few bricks in the sidings. "And he's the only person I can leave you with while I'm away."
Rick raised an eyebrow, thinking of worse times when he had been on his own, scavaging the filthy streets of Cairo. Being left alone with someone he didn't know was another issue.
A few chickens that had been pecking around the edge of the house fled at the sound of their footsteps and retreated into their "coop" which actually consisted of a bent sheet of tin held up by a log that it had curiously been bolted to. A gray and brown speckled dog that was tethered to a post near the house barked while two camels bent over a wooden-post fence to drink from a water trough.
"You know, the thought of just meeting this guy is enough for me, so I think that it would be in your best interest to just take me with you to London." Rick tried. He was dying for adventure, and he knew that he'd never get it here.
"Ha! My best interest! Nice try, though." Winston laughed.
Rick frowned, cursing under his breath but straightening up as he heard a screendoor slam.
Out stepped a tall, slender man with dark brown hair and the most peculiar colored eyes that he had never seen on a man; green. His tan skin only inhanced the icy-looking color. He smiled with a mild mannered charm, revealing straight and white teeth.
Rick was in awe. Never in his life had he seen a man as different or mysterious looking. Every person he had ever known had dark brown eyes, black hair, dark skin, and yellow, crooked teeth (aside from Winston and himself). He could tell that the man he was looking at was an American, like himself.
"Hey there, Winston. This the boy?" He drawled.
"Who else would I be? Queen Victoria?" Rick shot.
The man smirked, scratched his arm, and tilted his head down.
"Son, even Queen Victoria was more of a man than you."
Sensing the tension, Winston stepped in, carrying the conversation back to introductions.
"Jack Lachlan, meet Rick O'Connell ."
Jack smiled heartily making his eyes seem more tiny and spiteful, while his eyebrows arched making it apparent that he was forcing his attitude.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Rick." Jack said as he held out his hand in greeting.
Rick looked at the outstretched hand, making no move to take it.
"Only my friends can call me Rick." he snapped. He hadn't known this chump for five minutes and already he didn't like him.
Jack chuckled and bent down to his level to show him that he was inferior.
"I'm sure that it wouldn't be difficult to count them all." He sneered as he looked into his eyes.
Rick bit back tears and tried to harness his emotions as he stared back.
"Well?" Jack asked.
Before he knew it, Jack was sent reeling backwards from a hard right hook to the jaw delivered by Rick. He landed flat on his back, staring up at the sky while holding his mouth. After a moment of struggle to sit up, and a few curse words, Jack looked at him and cringed in apparent pain before breaking out in a dry laugh.
"You little son of a bitch." He chuckled, "I like your spirit, kid. Your welcome to dish those hits out anytime you like."
Rick didn't know whether to smile or to narrow his eyes. Despite the man's harsh words and humor, he undoubtedly knew that he would remember this guy for the rest of his life.
*Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates. I haven't had very much time recently. But don't worry, the Color Guard season is almost over, and I should be back on track soon.*
"He's one of the best sharp-shooting men on this side of the sands." Winston began as both he and Rick approached what looked to be a stone house that was missing a few bricks in the sidings. "And he's the only person I can leave you with while I'm away."
Rick raised an eyebrow, thinking of worse times when he had been on his own, scavaging the filthy streets of Cairo. Being left alone with someone he didn't know was another issue.
A few chickens that had been pecking around the edge of the house fled at the sound of their footsteps and retreated into their "coop" which actually consisted of a bent sheet of tin held up by a log that it had curiously been bolted to. A gray and brown speckled dog that was tethered to a post near the house barked while two camels bent over a wooden-post fence to drink from a water trough.
"You know, the thought of just meeting this guy is enough for me, so I think that it would be in your best interest to just take me with you to London." Rick tried. He was dying for adventure, and he knew that he'd never get it here.
"Ha! My best interest! Nice try, though." Winston laughed.
Rick frowned, cursing under his breath but straightening up as he heard a screendoor slam.
Out stepped a tall, slender man with dark brown hair and the most peculiar colored eyes that he had never seen on a man; green. His tan skin only inhanced the icy-looking color. He smiled with a mild mannered charm, revealing straight and white teeth.
Rick was in awe. Never in his life had he seen a man as different or mysterious looking. Every person he had ever known had dark brown eyes, black hair, dark skin, and yellow, crooked teeth (aside from Winston and himself). He could tell that the man he was looking at was an American, like himself.
"Hey there, Winston. This the boy?" He drawled.
"Who else would I be? Queen Victoria?" Rick shot.
The man smirked, scratched his arm, and tilted his head down.
"Son, even Queen Victoria was more of a man than you."
Sensing the tension, Winston stepped in, carrying the conversation back to introductions.
"Jack Lachlan, meet Rick O'Connell ."
Jack smiled heartily making his eyes seem more tiny and spiteful, while his eyebrows arched making it apparent that he was forcing his attitude.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Rick." Jack said as he held out his hand in greeting.
Rick looked at the outstretched hand, making no move to take it.
"Only my friends can call me Rick." he snapped. He hadn't known this chump for five minutes and already he didn't like him.
Jack chuckled and bent down to his level to show him that he was inferior.
"I'm sure that it wouldn't be difficult to count them all." He sneered as he looked into his eyes.
Rick bit back tears and tried to harness his emotions as he stared back.
"Well?" Jack asked.
Before he knew it, Jack was sent reeling backwards from a hard right hook to the jaw delivered by Rick. He landed flat on his back, staring up at the sky while holding his mouth. After a moment of struggle to sit up, and a few curse words, Jack looked at him and cringed in apparent pain before breaking out in a dry laugh.
"You little son of a bitch." He chuckled, "I like your spirit, kid. Your welcome to dish those hits out anytime you like."
Rick didn't know whether to smile or to narrow his eyes. Despite the man's harsh words and humor, he undoubtedly knew that he would remember this guy for the rest of his life.