doing something

[unbr8kable]

Who: some kids
Where: the dead zone
When: Day 335, after graduation

[After many a tiny finger food and many more tiny glasses of wine and one overblown and completely not sad at all!!! graduation ceremony, what better place to go than the dead zone? What better thing to do than climb up the giant, golden chain up to the crack in the sky? Sure it burns to the touch, but what's a little more pain on the pile--that's the point of all those tiny glasses of wine, right?

So never mind the slight sizzling sound, nor the uncomfortably familiar odor of burning flesh all the way up. There's a goal at the end; one that--in theory--will make this all worthwhile]

Comments

[unbr8kable]

How often you end up using a utility belt in here?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...fair.

[Takes the belt off, but keeps hold of the grappling hook,]

[unbr8kable]

Be careful, your boxers're gonna fall off now...

[crossmyheartandhope]

I ain't lost that much weight.

[Tossing the grapling hook toward the snack bag and missing by a long shot,]

[unbr8kable]

You will, if your aim keeps up like that. More to the left.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey, I never said this was gonna be fast.

[Reels it back in for another shot, and misses,]

[unbr8kable]

[She snickers, and slouches behind him]

Guess you can use the practice... Raise your elbows!

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Try number three is a no go, too,]

Dude, pretty sure elbows don't got nothing to do with it.

[unbr8kable]

Square your chin! Move your hips! Throw like a girl!

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Reeling it back in again, and offering it over]

Oh yeah? You giving demonstrations?

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, I'll show you how it's done.

[Takes the grappling hook, squinting at it]

...How's this thing s'posed to work anyways?

[crossmyheartandhope]

You just throw it.

The point shop don't let you buy the fancy ones, so - just try and catch the bag on the hook part.

[unbr8kable]

Mmm...

[Eyes the sides and roof for the fort before judging the distance to the bag and the size of the entrance, and whips the cord around (or a short length of it anyway, so as not to catch in the lights) and lets it fly...]

[(It falls short, clattering to the flooring in front of the table,)]

...

[crossmyheartandhope]

Way closer than I was.

[unbr8kable]

It'd be easier if I was standing...

[Tries again, doing a worse job at not having the hook get stuck on the string of fairy lights,]

Nuts--

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Reaches up to untangle them]

That totally woulda made it, if it didn't get caught.

[unbr8kable]

The kind you shoot'd be so much easier...

[crossmyheartandhope]

I tried, dude.

But the point shop don't got em.

[unbr8kable]

What about a blow dart?

[Attempts to just chuck it over, throwing it like a regular dart]

[crossmyheartandhope]

How's a blow dart help me climb stuff?

[unbr8kable]

Climbing a bag of chips seems pretty tough to begin with...

[crossmyheartandhope]

What if it was real big?

[unbr8kable]

Still gonna end up with a bag full of crumbs. Even big potatoes still potatoes.

[crossmyheartandhope]

What if they were as thick as a person, though?

[unbr8kable]

That's too big to eat, so not interested.