11-26-2018, 07:57 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim never really messed with the gators. They were perfectly capable of killing him when he was like this, unfortunately, because Jim was kind of bad at fighting. He'd gotten his ass kicked more times than he'd liked. More times than he was used to, even -- Jim was the king of bar fights. .. Until he wasn't, of course.
This being said, Jim is one part wary, three parts delighted by this new event, here. Jim isn't dumb, though, despite his glee. He'll probably get hurt -- he just had that sort of luck. Hopefully not killed. It'd suck to die again, but this time to a gator. At least his first death was honorable. Anyways -- Jim was an adrenaline junkie. Fighting gators? Just his thing.
He tries to push down that glee for the moment, though, listening to Morgan explain. Did these people just eat gators? Hopefully not raw. He'd been doing his best to limit himself to cooked food, but he'd have to give eventually. Jim shakes his head. Now's not the time. For now -- Jim trots over to the items Morgan has tucked away. Clothing was strange to slip on as a dog, but it was familiar. He shuffles a few times, getting comfortable in his limited clothing items, and considers asking to partner with somebody. .. He glances around. Jim is not particularly enthused to try and bond with any of these people. So, instead, he scoops up a machete. He'd had one of these back on -- offplanet. It'd been useful. Not that Jim had a sliver of a clue how to fuck to use it with paws. Was he supposed to hold it in his mouth? Either way, he didn't have grip. Jim considers this warily as he regards the machete he'd pulled out. Jesus. Well, it's not like he could bite through a gator's hide with his teeth, he sighs. Challenging this idea would probably not be a good idea, no matter how much he wanted to.
"Think I'm ready," He tells Morgan, lifting the machete with his teeth contemplatively. Not as secure as he'd like it but .. decent. Hopefully 'decent' would be enough. While Jim, according to Bones, had the worst luck with injuries, he tended to get out of the most hopeless situations with his life intact, and that had to count for something, at least.
This being said, Jim is one part wary, three parts delighted by this new event, here. Jim isn't dumb, though, despite his glee. He'll probably get hurt -- he just had that sort of luck. Hopefully not killed. It'd suck to die again, but this time to a gator. At least his first death was honorable. Anyways -- Jim was an adrenaline junkie. Fighting gators? Just his thing.
He tries to push down that glee for the moment, though, listening to Morgan explain. Did these people just eat gators? Hopefully not raw. He'd been doing his best to limit himself to cooked food, but he'd have to give eventually. Jim shakes his head. Now's not the time. For now -- Jim trots over to the items Morgan has tucked away. Clothing was strange to slip on as a dog, but it was familiar. He shuffles a few times, getting comfortable in his limited clothing items, and considers asking to partner with somebody. .. He glances around. Jim is not particularly enthused to try and bond with any of these people. So, instead, he scoops up a machete. He'd had one of these back on -- offplanet. It'd been useful. Not that Jim had a sliver of a clue how to fuck to use it with paws. Was he supposed to hold it in his mouth? Either way, he didn't have grip. Jim considers this warily as he regards the machete he'd pulled out. Jesus. Well, it's not like he could bite through a gator's hide with his teeth, he sighs. Challenging this idea would probably not be a good idea, no matter how much he wanted to.
"Think I'm ready," He tells Morgan, lifting the machete with his teeth contemplatively. Not as secure as he'd like it but .. decent. Hopefully 'decent' would be enough. While Jim, according to Bones, had the worst luck with injuries, he tended to get out of the most hopeless situations with his life intact, and that had to count for something, at least.
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