03-25-2009, 12:31 AM
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This is late and crappy, sorry. T_T Almost turned out longer, but I thought it would be better to just cut it short. >.>
Ehno watched as Geneva made her way to the other side of the downed jet, determined to find any sort of sharp object or tool that could help them open those strange cans. The Italian boy took to digging around the area nearby to help in the search, but all he could spot was splintered boxes and scattered cans. He returned to the shaft of light they had preciously stood in, deciding to examine the can a bit more while Geneva finished her search. He tapped experimentally on different parts of the can, testing to see which part would be easiest to break open. The top seemed to be thinner than the rounded section of the can. If they were to break it open, that would be the way to do it.
He looked up in time to see the gray-scale lady returning from her short search, holding a rather sharp-looking object in her hand. Her search had apparently gone much better than his own. The Italian boy nodded at her words, scrutinizing the object with his amber gaze. "That should work wonderfully." The glass shard looked sharp enough to do the job, dangerously so. It would be a bit difficult to put it to use without getting hurt in the process. "Let me try using it first. It looks pretty dangerous." He wouldn't want the lady to get hurt trying to open the curious cans.
The chocolate-hued male knelt down on the ground. He placed the can of corn in front of him before he examined the sharp tool once again trying to determine how to safely grasp it. Finally holding it in a position that left his hands away from the sharp ends for the most part, he steadied the can on the ground with his free hand. He looked up at Geneva for a moment, giving her a 'here goes nothing' look before focusing his attention on the task at hand. Then he raised the makeshift knife up and forced it down upon the top of the can. The sound of tearing metal was heard for only a moment, accompanied by a strange sort of squish. He felt something wet splash onto his hand and he pulled back, alarmed that he might have cut himself. But he felt no pain and when he examined his palm, all he found was a slightly cloudy liquid. "Che...?" he muttered to himself. "Sure wasn't expecting that."
Ehno watched as Geneva made her way to the other side of the downed jet, determined to find any sort of sharp object or tool that could help them open those strange cans. The Italian boy took to digging around the area nearby to help in the search, but all he could spot was splintered boxes and scattered cans. He returned to the shaft of light they had preciously stood in, deciding to examine the can a bit more while Geneva finished her search. He tapped experimentally on different parts of the can, testing to see which part would be easiest to break open. The top seemed to be thinner than the rounded section of the can. If they were to break it open, that would be the way to do it.
He looked up in time to see the gray-scale lady returning from her short search, holding a rather sharp-looking object in her hand. Her search had apparently gone much better than his own. The Italian boy nodded at her words, scrutinizing the object with his amber gaze. "That should work wonderfully." The glass shard looked sharp enough to do the job, dangerously so. It would be a bit difficult to put it to use without getting hurt in the process. "Let me try using it first. It looks pretty dangerous." He wouldn't want the lady to get hurt trying to open the curious cans.
The chocolate-hued male knelt down on the ground. He placed the can of corn in front of him before he examined the sharp tool once again trying to determine how to safely grasp it. Finally holding it in a position that left his hands away from the sharp ends for the most part, he steadied the can on the ground with his free hand. He looked up at Geneva for a moment, giving her a 'here goes nothing' look before focusing his attention on the task at hand. Then he raised the makeshift knife up and forced it down upon the top of the can. The sound of tearing metal was heard for only a moment, accompanied by a strange sort of squish. He felt something wet splash onto his hand and he pulled back, alarmed that he might have cut himself. But he felt no pain and when he examined his palm, all he found was a slightly cloudy liquid. "Che...?" he muttered to himself. "Sure wasn't expecting that."