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dolemecknight ([info]dolemecknight) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2013-11-22 19:00:00


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Current location:Somewhere in Montana
Current mood: shocked
Entry tags:argo, dolemeck, phobetor

The Camping Trip
Argo had called up, somewhat thrilled about going on another trip. Then again, anything seemed to excite Argo or make him wish to adventure these days! Dolemeck was a bit hesitant to go, as EVERY adventure he went on with Argo led to some misadventure or chaos breaking out. But this one sounded... normal. They would rent some horses and go to Montana for a camping trip. No monsters, no crazy ex-girlfriends, no strippers... just camping with the guys. It sounded so normal, Dolemeck had to pinch himself to see if he was having a dream.

Being as this was so normal, Dolemeck did not tell Tyler. Besides, he was a grown man and did not need to tell him everything anymore, right? He left a note on the fridge that he would be gone for a few days, and that he left Tyler a few cooked meals as an act of kindness (and because eating out was expensive). Dolemeck even managed to get time off of work as a barista and model to be able to go on this little adventure, so there was not a single loose end.

Upon his arrival in Montana, Dolemeck waited for Argo's plane to arrive. After-all, he knew where they were going!


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[info]night_terrors
2013-12-16 12:41 am UTC (link)
Phil shrugged. "My brothers are immortal too. That's enough for me. But Dol, you seem to be forgetting. We don't age or grow old either, you're brooding at people who have that too."

"Perfect, Argo." He pointed his stick at Dolomeck. "So how are we serving the chicken? Want to stick it on here?"

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[info]dolemecknight
2013-12-16 12:48 am UTC (link)
"Perhaps you are right, Phil. I am sorry I upset everyone. Perhaps we should talk of something more up-beat?"

He places some pieces of chicken on plates. A leg, wig, and piece of meat for Argo and Phil, and the rest for him. Dolemeck just picked up what was left of the chicken and took a bite out of it.

"Real men do not use utensils to eat their chicken." He grinned up at Argo and Phil as he just tore into that chicken with his somewhat sharpened teeth.

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[info]son_of_hercules
2013-12-16 01:43 am UTC (link)
That got a pleasant chuckle out of Argo, as he took a bite out of one of his hot dogs.

"We might make a manly man out of you yet, Dolemeck!"

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[info]night_terrors
2013-12-17 04:49 pm UTC (link)
For once he was thankful about the lack of pop culture knowledge his companions had. No impromptu Mulan-inspired karaoke after that line.

Phil speared through his chicken with a black construct claw he'd made on one hand and ate it off there. "Still got a lot of work to do on that front, but this is a start," he smirked.

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