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trans_92010-06-15 12:41 am
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What's a beach without a bonfire? (OPEN)
Pyro was a very busy... pyro.
As soon as he was cut loose from Stacy, he made a bee line for the nearest grocery store. Or whatever the heck passed as a grocery store on this freakyweird alien planet. A chunk of his 'allowance' went towards the following:
-Charcoal
-Matches
-Drinks
-Graham crackers
-Marshmallows
-Chocolate bars
-Kabob skewers
-Ice
-A couple of cheap plastic coolers
After that, he could be found at the nearest shore, gathering as many chunks of dry driftwood he could find and piling them near his coolers of food and drinks. As night fell, he put his master plan into motion. He dug out a nice big hole in the sand with both hands, into which he dumped all the coal. He lit a few matches and tossed them into the pit, and once a nice trail of blue smoke began to rise, he started to arrange the driftwood on top. Each piece was placed quickly but carefully, and almost artistically, like he was assembling a sculpture. It almost seemed a shame that it was all going to go up in flames.
He sat back and watched the fire rise as the sun set. Only once it was roaring did he budge from the spot, and it was only to reach into his supplies for a skewer and a marshmallow. Then he sat back down and started toasting. And whistled a tune to himself.
As soon as he was cut loose from Stacy, he made a bee line for the nearest grocery store. Or whatever the heck passed as a grocery store on this freakyweird alien planet. A chunk of his 'allowance' went towards the following:
-Charcoal
-Matches
-Drinks
-Graham crackers
-Marshmallows
-Chocolate bars
-Kabob skewers
-Ice
-A couple of cheap plastic coolers
After that, he could be found at the nearest shore, gathering as many chunks of dry driftwood he could find and piling them near his coolers of food and drinks. As night fell, he put his master plan into motion. He dug out a nice big hole in the sand with both hands, into which he dumped all the coal. He lit a few matches and tossed them into the pit, and once a nice trail of blue smoke began to rise, he started to arrange the driftwood on top. Each piece was placed quickly but carefully, and almost artistically, like he was assembling a sculpture. It almost seemed a shame that it was all going to go up in flames.
He sat back and watched the fire rise as the sun set. Only once it was roaring did he budge from the spot, and it was only to reach into his supplies for a skewer and a marshmallow. Then he sat back down and started toasting. And whistled a tune to himself.
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Xander was definitely there, and already helping himself to the bag of marshmallows.
"Great idea, buddy. You don't mind do you? Been ages since I've had the real thing. Sensoriums don't do these justice at all."
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"Why am I not surprised?" She sat down and looked out at the waves.
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