Post by Amelya Cordes on Jul 7, 2013 17:43:25 GMT -5
The woman has spent the day searching the tomb for the golden Ankh, only to have it snatched out from under her nose by some tomb robbing camel licker at the last moment. She was not having that.
Her breathing came in slow steady streams as she focused around the room around her. She could hear the little bastard breathing.
Aww, C'mon let's not be like this. Why don't you just come on out, and I wont hurt you. I'm not even armed...See? Guns are still holstered."
She called out looking about the room.
Oh...Here he comes, out holding the Ankh in one hand. She put her hands on her hips and looked at the man.
Now see? Was that so hard?"
She asked her grey hues scanning the man for any weapon of sorts. When she didn't find one, she opened her mouth like she would to yawn, sucking in a large breath, before blowing it out and sweeping her right arm across her body in an overly dramatic reason. A large gust of wind pushed out away from her, blowing the man into the stone wall behind him, shattering his skull on impact. She tisked her tongue disapprovingly and walked over snatching the golden ankh out of the dead mans hand, kicking his boot hard with her own.
"Feckin' scum."
She said before stuffing the Ankh into her bag and heading out of the tomb the way she came.
She climbed up the stone stairway and came out the top of the pyramid, taking a moment to bask in the setting saharan sun. She knew she needed to get down off the pyramid and make camp, which lazy bones here did not want to do, but with only 2 to 3 hours left of sunset before it started getting cold she knew she needed to get it done. She looked down at her camp gear in the jeep parked at the bottom of the pyramid, with a..was that a camel tied to her jeep. Feck. She knew that camel humper got here with it. Now she was stuck with the camel.
She groaned and climbed down the pyramid. Once she reached the bottom, she set the backpack with the ankh in it on the back of the silver Jeep, before opening the back hatch to begin to set up camp.
Her employer had spoiled her. Just as he always did when he sent her out. He gave her enough provisions to last a week, even though she had found the item in the first day. She pulled the large canopy tent out of the back and began the task of setting it up. Using some wind to keep her cool and hold up the pieces that she couldn't do on her own, she had the tent up and staked into the ground in 30 minutes. She then began to unload the food crates and supplies.
After another 30 minutes, she had a roaring fire going, a cot set up with blankets, the bottom of the tent had a rug to keep away the sand from the bottom of the tent. Her food supplied were locked up in the tent in a portable icebox, and she began the task of preparing herself a meal. The very last package in the back of the jeep, on the passenger side was a box gold box with a red ribbon tied to it. She picked it up out of the jeep and smiled.
"Oh Mr. You spoil me."
She said opening the box to find three bottles of Jack Daniels Whiskey in it.
She set about preparing dinner, getting out some small pre-preped steaks, setting them on a grate on the fire to cook.
After chipping some ice off of the ice block into her plastic solo cup and filled it with some whiskey, she then changed into her white bikini and let her long platinum blond hair out it it's intricate braid. She stepped out of the tent and went to a blanket she had laid out to catch a few rays of sun shine as they set behind the dunes. She glared at the camel and thought about shooting it, but she thought against it. If she let it go and it returned to where ever those two came from, then she'd have to deal with a whole mess of people. That was a no go. She sighed and went back into the tent, bringing out a head of lettace. She tossed it to the camel, who began to eat it, before taking a long swig of her cup and laying down on her back, pulling a pair of shades over her eyes.
This tattoo'd beauty was more then enjoying her now vacation in the Sahara.
Her breathing came in slow steady streams as she focused around the room around her. She could hear the little bastard breathing.
Aww, C'mon let's not be like this. Why don't you just come on out, and I wont hurt you. I'm not even armed...See? Guns are still holstered."
She called out looking about the room.
Oh...Here he comes, out holding the Ankh in one hand. She put her hands on her hips and looked at the man.
Now see? Was that so hard?"
She asked her grey hues scanning the man for any weapon of sorts. When she didn't find one, she opened her mouth like she would to yawn, sucking in a large breath, before blowing it out and sweeping her right arm across her body in an overly dramatic reason. A large gust of wind pushed out away from her, blowing the man into the stone wall behind him, shattering his skull on impact. She tisked her tongue disapprovingly and walked over snatching the golden ankh out of the dead mans hand, kicking his boot hard with her own.
"Feckin' scum."
She said before stuffing the Ankh into her bag and heading out of the tomb the way she came.
She climbed up the stone stairway and came out the top of the pyramid, taking a moment to bask in the setting saharan sun. She knew she needed to get down off the pyramid and make camp, which lazy bones here did not want to do, but with only 2 to 3 hours left of sunset before it started getting cold she knew she needed to get it done. She looked down at her camp gear in the jeep parked at the bottom of the pyramid, with a..was that a camel tied to her jeep. Feck. She knew that camel humper got here with it. Now she was stuck with the camel.
She groaned and climbed down the pyramid. Once she reached the bottom, she set the backpack with the ankh in it on the back of the silver Jeep, before opening the back hatch to begin to set up camp.
Her employer had spoiled her. Just as he always did when he sent her out. He gave her enough provisions to last a week, even though she had found the item in the first day. She pulled the large canopy tent out of the back and began the task of setting it up. Using some wind to keep her cool and hold up the pieces that she couldn't do on her own, she had the tent up and staked into the ground in 30 minutes. She then began to unload the food crates and supplies.
After another 30 minutes, she had a roaring fire going, a cot set up with blankets, the bottom of the tent had a rug to keep away the sand from the bottom of the tent. Her food supplied were locked up in the tent in a portable icebox, and she began the task of preparing herself a meal. The very last package in the back of the jeep, on the passenger side was a box gold box with a red ribbon tied to it. She picked it up out of the jeep and smiled.
"Oh Mr. You spoil me."
She said opening the box to find three bottles of Jack Daniels Whiskey in it.
She set about preparing dinner, getting out some small pre-preped steaks, setting them on a grate on the fire to cook.
After chipping some ice off of the ice block into her plastic solo cup and filled it with some whiskey, she then changed into her white bikini and let her long platinum blond hair out it it's intricate braid. She stepped out of the tent and went to a blanket she had laid out to catch a few rays of sun shine as they set behind the dunes. She glared at the camel and thought about shooting it, but she thought against it. If she let it go and it returned to where ever those two came from, then she'd have to deal with a whole mess of people. That was a no go. She sighed and went back into the tent, bringing out a head of lettace. She tossed it to the camel, who began to eat it, before taking a long swig of her cup and laying down on her back, pulling a pair of shades over her eyes.
This tattoo'd beauty was more then enjoying her now vacation in the Sahara.
