07-14-2012, 01:45 AM
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Hmm. This place at least had some form of water. It seemed to be a lake, telling by the way the water moved. But maybe...Just maybe there was wood around here that he could possibly use for a surfboard. Alistair moved towards the trees that surrounded, feeling the bark. His hand ran over the bark, feeling the rough texture of the trees with a thoughtful look. He moved away from tree to tree, his face increasingly becoming more conflicted and frustrated. He finally just removed his hand roughly from one tree, cursing silently beneath his breath. It seemed suitable wood was not here, either. But maybe, if he experimented enough...He could find one that worked! Maybe he didn't know a type of wood up here that could possibly work...Oh, how he hoped for that.
Alistair started with a particularly large tree, one that he didn't know the name of. He pierced through the bark (which was surprisingly soft) and soon got in deeper, to what he wanted. He continued to chip away, until he finally got to the area that he needed; near the core, but not exactly there. He chipped out a nice sized piece, one that he couldn't stand on, of course. He moved towards the water, tossing it in, hoping for good results. However, it became flimsy and soggy, despite floating. The rest of the trees had the same results, causing his curses and sighs of anguish to only get louder. Why couldn't Paulownias grow out here?!
After five tries with no luck, Ali sunk to the ground near the lake, eyes narrowed and full of depression. He put his knees in front of his face as he sat, crossing his forearms and placing his face in his arms. A long, heavy sigh came from his chest, erupting from his mouth with obvious disappointment. Would he ever build a surfboard? Would he ever ride the waves again?
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Hmm. This place at least had some form of water. It seemed to be a lake, telling by the way the water moved. But maybe...Just maybe there was wood around here that he could possibly use for a surfboard. Alistair moved towards the trees that surrounded, feeling the bark. His hand ran over the bark, feeling the rough texture of the trees with a thoughtful look. He moved away from tree to tree, his face increasingly becoming more conflicted and frustrated. He finally just removed his hand roughly from one tree, cursing silently beneath his breath. It seemed suitable wood was not here, either. But maybe, if he experimented enough...He could find one that worked! Maybe he didn't know a type of wood up here that could possibly work...Oh, how he hoped for that.
Alistair started with a particularly large tree, one that he didn't know the name of. He pierced through the bark (which was surprisingly soft) and soon got in deeper, to what he wanted. He continued to chip away, until he finally got to the area that he needed; near the core, but not exactly there. He chipped out a nice sized piece, one that he couldn't stand on, of course. He moved towards the water, tossing it in, hoping for good results. However, it became flimsy and soggy, despite floating. The rest of the trees had the same results, causing his curses and sighs of anguish to only get louder. Why couldn't Paulownias grow out here?!
After five tries with no luck, Ali sunk to the ground near the lake, eyes narrowed and full of depression. He put his knees in front of his face as he sat, crossing his forearms and placing his face in his arms. A long, heavy sigh came from his chest, erupting from his mouth with obvious disappointment. Would he ever build a surfboard? Would he ever ride the waves again?
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