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(I was hoping Castiel would post since they still seemed to be in the game, but I'm not going to wait any longer. I have a full plate and I don't want to miss my windows of free time to keep this place going. I'm not going to drop the ball last time....also I just broke my own rule of not being allowed to bring OOC in here. But I will make an exception for myself. Just this once. And delete this little diddy in a week to redeem myself.)


Evan went down like a sack of potatoes. Not because Taurus tagged him, because he didn't, but because the shock of having that burly brick shit house come so close to brutally maiming him without actually trying to hurt him. Not that he's done anything to wrong Taurus specifically...lately. It's just that he's developed a reflex around anyone or thing that moves at a pace considered hostile. He moved rather quickly for a fat man. His legs after all weren't wholly made of blubber. What he did end up doing was taking quite a spill in the mixed earth and sand. He was too disoriented to be angry about it when he came to a stop. His legs were splayed out and his arms were resting in front of him like a stuffed teddy bear.

He looked up to the hulking beast and saw that Taurus wasn't having much luck dealing with this island either. "If this keeps happening I might have to start calling you Clutch." Evan slowly bumbles to his feet. He looked at his hands. His fingers still clung to the two cans he held so tightly onto. They were dented up but still intact.

His attention was draw up one of the nearby trees. Varin the skittish guy of likely shifty alliances, somehow managed to get himself caught up a tree. The hints that the guy actually didn't want to be in the tree weren't hard to interpret. "Don't look at me. I'm not getting you down." He said it knowing that Varin hadn't asked for help in the first place.

Hearing Violet ask for a knife and inquired about boar gutting he paused with an almost trance-like stare. The way he suddenly snaps up afterwards made him nearly scare himself. Reaching into his pants he produced a small pocket knife. Knowing that he wouldn't be willing to part with it for a single moment, and that it was likely Violet wouldn't want to touch it because of where its been, he volunteered himself to start gutting it. From the looks of it, he wasn't an expert at it. This wasn't his first time doing it either. "If you guys are serious about staying outside. You might want to figure out where to start building your shelters."