LBJ Campfire, Monday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Humans took you?" Chuck asked. That sounded like it sucked.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Well, the first time she'd gone more or less willingly, but "it sucked" was a fairly accurate description of the second time. She nodded. "Earl Kestrel finded me and Blind Seer, and bring us back to Hawk Haven. We go because we wish to learn something of these strange two-legs creatures."