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I don't like GPS's because they always tell me where to go at the last minute." He rolled his eyes. GPS's were like women who thought you can read minds, then tells you what they're thinking when it's too late. It always made him miss the turn, and then he'd have to go all the way back to get it. Sometimes, there wasn't a place to turn around at for miles. It was just a waste of money, gas, and more importantly, time. Seeing as time was of the essence for Gale, he couldn't waste any of it driving around for hours while an annoying female voice told him to make turns at the last minute. It was ridiculous. Besides, maps were more reliable anyway as long as you didn't toss them to the wind.
The black Wrangler drove smoothly most of the way to the forest, and for a majority of the drive there, Gale was lost in thought and relatively silent. His mind pondered the forest and what could be found there. It was notorious for it's suicidal tendencies, and Gale had thought long and hard about coming for he had some close... encounters with the idea himself.Whether he believed that the forest was able to influence such thoughts, he didn't know, but that was the reason why he decided to go. When he managed to pull himself out of this continues loop of thought, Gale would occasionally join in on the conversation at hand, but not for very long before he was sucked back into his mind.
It didn't take too long to reach to the forest, and by the time they had got there, Gale was already questioning if the idea of camping in this suicide forest was worth the chance. But he stopped the car right before the forest anyhow. Typically he would like to drive the jeep into the forest, but the trees likely wouldn't allow such a thing past them. They didn't seem to allow so much space between then. At least not at first.
Gale pulled the keys out of the ignition and stuffed them into his pocket. The top of the jeep was off, so he grabbed the padded frame and hauled himself over the door with a slight thud. His combat boots easily shoved aside the blades of grass and dirt as he walked around the car to the trunk. Jeeps didn't typically come with trunks, for they were rather compact cars, but Gale always made things suit his needs. He often used his jeep for research purposes, and often times he would need a safe place to put his findings without worrying about them falling out of the car. Surprisingly enough, that has happened many times.
Marnie opened the trunk and Gale instantly grabbed his block-like backpack. Again, he customized things to suit his needs. He then snatched up his suit case which contained some clothes, cash, and other necessary things he would need, like a sleeping bag and such. The man swung his backpack over his shoulder, and by the time he went to look at the rest of the group, Marnie was already diving into the forest. "
Tree huggers." He rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle as he approached her. As cool as trees were, he didn't think that trees can absorb sadness, and definitely not emit it. But it was likely a joke, so Gale let it go. But if the trees did... then that would be something he had to look into.
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You guys have any place in mind already of where to set up? Or do you all want to explore a bit first?" It was always important to set up a spot first, in his eyes, but he didn't mind wondering a bit to find one.