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Samson Wenthworth

Son of the commander

0 · 187 views · located in Planet Earth, 1041 years later.

a character in “Made of Steel”, as played by phacades

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General
Full name: Samson Wenthworth
Calling name: Sam
gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Length: 184Cm
Weight: 83Kg
Crew position: Son of Commander

Appearance
Slight Description: Samson has a quite slender body build, almost earodynamic looking. He has rather the feminine face, his jawline is the cause of this.
Eyes: Blue/green
Hair: Pale white, reaches till over his ears. His bangs are long and slightly covers his eyes. In general, his hairstyle is quite ruffly, but not too wild.
Skin: Pale
Clothing style: Futuristic, since he doesn't have any clothing with him, he's wearing a protective suit.
Odds: Has a injured lower leg from the crash
Other: N/A

Personality
In-depth description: Sam is a quite serious and observant type. He likes to observe the situation before getting into it, what makes him someone who doesn't get in trouble very often. He's cautious, but sometimes he can be a bit too much. Conversating with people is not hard for him, and giving orders or playing the leader-role is something he likes to do. And to be honest, he's not bad at it. Sam likes to take the lead and definitely won't make decisions without thinking. Furthermore, Sam is not the kind of person to be alone, he likes to be around people. Sam has a innocent sense of humor what sometimes doesn't get understood by others. Sam is sensitive, but tough, he's a real fighter and he doesn't give up quickly. Sam might be someone who is around people, but he rather works alone than pair up.
Main positive personality traits:
-Good leader
-Knows how to keep the order in a chaos
-Planner
Main negative personality traits:
-Quickly offended
-Weird sense of humor
-Too sensitive at times
Sexual Orientation: Straight, Bicurious
Likes: Sensation, Spaceships, technology, History, Being active
Dislikes: Silence, Know-it-alls, bloodstains, smelly things
Talents: Leadership, Sportivity
Hobbies: Fixing broken technology
Fears: Being alone, Small spaces
Trauma processing: Sam has become the rather quick scared, slightly fast panicking type because of the crash. He's more cautious than usual, and keeps trying to avoid any conversation about the happening.
Other: N/A

So begins...

Samson Wenthworth's Story

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It was quiet.
Very quiet, and Sam didn't like it. His arms and legs felt sore, as the position he was in was not very comfortable. A soft murmering emitted from his mouth as he tried to open his eyes, but without succes. His head fell back to the cushion of the chair he was locked in and with a deep sigh you could hear him swearing softly.
What time was it? He didn't know, but what he knew, was that this was painful and that he was hungry. All of sudden parts of his memory started to fall back into place and with a shock, Sam sat up. A spaceship crash... While he was trying to unblur his vision, things started to make more sense. He remembered the ship being ripped in two because of the rough, and rather unplanned landing. He remembered the faces of the crew, the frightened faces of the people that got sent out in the sky and probably ended up dead somewhere here on this planet, but he wasn't sure if he was the only survivor.
Sam gasped for air, the oxygen was too little to actually be able to breathe properly. But the moment he tried looking for the oxygen pods and move from his chair, a severe sting was felt in his lower leg. A piece of metal, origined from the roof of the spaceship, fell on his leg and pierced through, leaving a massive wound in his flesh.
"Shit.." He muttered, dragging his legs behind him through the rubbish that was still left from the ship.
He finally could find it, the oxygen pods. It was carried in a futuristic, black bag that could be opened by pressing the button on the middle of the object, and a rack with oxygen pods would pop out.
As soon as he could, he inhaled one of the pods, what would made it able for him to breathe properly for the next 24 hours. This could be hard....
A rustle was heard, Sam immedately moved his head into the direction of where the sound came from.
"Who's there? Or.. What's there?" Quietly, he searched the ground around him for an object he could use as a weapon. All he could find was another scrap of metal, that could be perfectly used as a stabbing material.
"Show yourself!"

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#, as written by Iezobel
Moka slowly opened her eyes. She looked around and realised she was among thick overgrowth. She didn't remember walking or falling here but she did remember crashing. She sat up and felt a searing pain in her side. Moka attempted to gasp but the air was to thin. She fumbled with an air tight bag before she was able to open it. Once she had activated the air pod she was able to gasp. She lightly touched it. Broken ribs. She put her hand on a rock and hauled herself up. She saw smoke not to far away, was it the crash site. She ran through the thick and towards the site, ignoring the burning pain of her broken ribs. She stopped suddenly just before she reached the crash site. She heard a familiar voice.
"Sam? Sam!" she said,"It's me," She walked from the overgrowth with her hands up. She realised it was Sam and ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. She didn't really know him but it was such relief to know he was alive. She suddenly moved back clutching her side. The impact of the hug must have crushed her ribs slightly. She closed her eyes and realised she wasn't the only injured one. She pointed a finger at Sam's leg and raised an eyebrow in question.

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"W-what? Moka! You're alright? I'm so relieved!" Sam yelled, truly relieved by the sight of one of the survivors. He gasped for a moment when the girl grabbed his waist to emerge in a hug, complaining about his injured leg.
"Easy, easy." He warned her, slightly dragging himself back to the chair he came from. "I don't know what happened. It's... Blurry. My memory... I don't remember why we crashed." He sighed and took a look at the injury on his leg.
"But that's not important right now." He looked up at her, forcingly smiling.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one, I really am." His facial expression changed to a painful look as he felt the scrap of metal stuck in his leg. After swearing a few unfriendly words, Sam tried pushing himself up from the chair eventhough it was not a good thing to do. The best thing to do was to keep sitting down in his current position, as he might injure himself only more.
"Did you find anyone else?" Sam asked softly, hoping anyone would still be alive from the severe crash they made.

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The pain in his leg seemed bearable till now, probably because he never woke up from his unconsciousness earlier. Now, things started to feel rather real and the aching stings were kicking in. Was it broken? Sam took another look at his lower leg and muttered softly to himself. He still couldn't believe what happened. Parts from his memory were missing what made it unable to calculate the current situation. Another sting. Quickly, he reached for his leg, and immedately started panicking when he found out the blood that surrounded him origined from himself.
"I swear to god." He stuttered, not wanting or trying to calm down in this current situation he was thrown in. The dizzy in his head made it unable for him to think clearly, and at the sight of a human form, he wondered if it was real, or the doing of his fantasy.

"H-haruko?!" It was the first name that got up into him when he saw the being's face. It was blurry, but at least he could recognize someone. "You're Haruko. Yes. I'm sure." Sam seemed plainly off from his usual routines, the way he talked and acted was not very recognizable for sam. He was in confuse and panick, what caused this behaviour. He almost seemed delirious: The things he said had nothing to do with either the meet up with Haruko nor Moka, nor with the plane crash, and neither with the whole situation. But it seemed a natural reaction, you could guess. Sam was plainly traumatized, and it was now when it kicked in. It took a while, but it couldn't be avoided.


((I am very sorry for any mistakes and/or short replies. It's 4 in the morning, I can't sleep, my headache has worsened and I'm coughing like a madman. ;-;))

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Sam shook his head in disagreement the moment his mate told him his plans, He was going to remove the scrap of metal from his flesh, but earlier when he tried it doing himself, it gave him severe stings which he didn't want to witness again. Sam clenched his teeth when he realized Haruko was really going to remove it, in his calm manners. It was Always a thing Sam looked up to, that Haruko had the ability to keep calm and orientated. Sam was the son of the commander, but in traumatizing situations, he realized, Sam was not quite the type to keep calm and peaceful.

He felt his heartbeat racing and a dizzy spell after the moment the scrap of metal was removed. He didn't restrain himself from yelling or swearing, nor did he found himself calming down after that, what had a great contrast with the calm Haruko. The pain in his leg, however, slowly drained away to a light and bearable sting what made it for Sam easier to breathe. Relying on his partner like this, in this situation, felt almost as a burden towards Haruko. He, himself was injured aswel and here Sam was drawing all of his energy towards him, eventhough it probably was an instict Haruko was using.
"You'e fine, right? You are?" Sam kept recalling, breathing in an irregular pace. He needed to be sure that his mate was okay, even after he noticed his bloody head injury.

Sam could do nothing else but laugh with a relieved sound, before making his head fall back to the cushion of the chair. He seemed to slowly calm down because of Haruko's presence, just like Always, before the crash, still on the ship. This guy Always seemed to have the abilty to calm people down in a chaos. Eventhough Sam was a good leader and was good with keeping the peace in a chaos, this was just too much too handle and at those times, it was perfect that Haruko existed.
"Thanks." Sam begun, still staggered about the happening.
"We need to find my father." Sam concluded, after all, his father was the one giving orders. But in these conditions, it would be a great possibility for his father to have lost his life. But Sam didn't want to think about that, not now.

After a while, Sam was able to stand up with support of a piece of the shipwreck. It felt sore but it was bearable. For a moment, Sam stared in the distance, but the only thing he could see was unknown terrain. Overgrown forest, and a lot of questions bubbled up in his head. He remembered the mapping system in his communicating device, but he wasn't sure if this terrain was calculateable. But, a try wouldn't hurt, right?
"I knew it." Sam murmered, turned to Moka and Haruko after activating the mapping system. It was quite high tech, but what would you expect in this era? Sam watched the hologrammed screen closely. But he didn't became a thing wiser, all he discovered was that they crashed on the bottom of a cliff.
"Since I have no flippin' idea where we are, we should just watch out for any enemies." Sam said to his crewmates as he tried to turn around, more stumbling than turning.
"What are your plans, Moka, Haruko?"

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Sam looked over to his mate with a worrysome look. He seemed ill, as Sam turned away his head a slight the moment Haruko vomited. He knew he couldn't help it, but you couldn't blame Sam for choking on his own saliva because of him throwing up.
""Haruko, a slight concussion? Are you mad? You look terrible." He said after recovering from choking. He turned to his mate and kneeled down next to him, investigating the wound on his head.
"This looks real bad, yo." He stated. But they couldn't be wandering here as enemies might smell their scent. Sam, still with blurry memory and consciousness, stood up and took another look around him.
"Looks like we're in trouble."

"Krrt. Krrt." Sam turned around, as he heard a weird noise coming from the left. He couldn't notice any sign of life, but he knew that if there was a sound like this, they would be in danger. With healthy awareness, Sam dragged out his weapon and made it form into a dagger, the most convinient weapon for now since Sam wouldn't be able to run and close combat was hard with longer weapons.
""Krrrrt. Krrrt." Sam felt his heartbeat pacing up. After looking at Haruko to warn him, he turned his head to the direction he thought the sound could come from. He couldn't recognize it in any way. After the third time hearing the strange alien noise, Sam began to feel nervous and clenched his hands around his weapon standing steady. If there was an enemy, he'd be forced to fight.

"Kshaah!" A lizard like animal, the size of a decent water bottle sprung up at Sam's face out of the bushes and made him collapse to the ground, he couldn't keep his balance and ended up struggling with the animal on the ground.
"Get it off me! Get it off me! Don't just stand there!" Sam yelled in panick when he felt the animal crawling down from his face to his chest. The moment he saw how big it was, Sam let out a relieved sigh and with shaking hands he shrugged off the little poor lizard.
"I swear to god, those friggin' animals trying to scare the crap out of me. Be careful they said, would be good they said, and promptly we crash into an abandoned planet with animals no one ever saw. Like, how are we even getting off this thing? I can't fucking fly you know." Sam started ranting while he kept lying on the ground, unaware of the animals lurking nearby.

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"Shut up, It's just a lizard, I'm fine." He muttered grinning to Haruko as he saw the lizard running off more afraid for Sam than Sam was for the lizard. He never expected it to be this big, but still the animal was probably just guarding it's territory.
"We still should be careful, though. This might be baby lizard, and momma lizard might be around somewhere." Sam went out joking and grinned at the direction where the lizard went in. He turned to Haruko, and was quiet for a while.
"We really need to get moving." He mumbled as he gestured at Moka, hoping she would quickly follow the two.

For a while the threesome had been struggling through the thick grown forests. It had a rather charming appearance as the three crewmembers seemed more crawling and struggling than properly walking, supporting eachother now and then. Sam paused, as he heard another noise coming from the woods and he wasn't planning to leave his mates unprotected. He dragged out his weapon for a second time, now looking around hoping it wasn't some stupid lizard of some sort. But also hoping, that the creature was not something that could kill them.

"Haruko, If this is one of Blythe's jokes, I will kill him. If he's not dead yet." Blythe, being the jokester of the crew, probably already was dead, but it was Sam hoping that he still was alive. For a second a shiver ran down his spine as the temperature seemed oddly decreasing.
"Is it just me or is it getting chilly?" He asked, trying to confirm that it was not only him, but indeed the environment around them that tried to weighten their journey towards survival. His breath started to condense, did they travel that long already? Or was it just some kind of mind trick? Sam didn't know what was real or not anymore.

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Sam shook his head, agreeing to Haruko's opinion about the temperature. He alerted himself to their environment for a moment and after that, Sam drew a conclusion. "We should find a place to survive the night. I don't think we'll be safe out in the woods. What do you think?" Sam turned to Haruko, the guy he had been working with for now, and to Moka, the doctor who would care for their injuries.

Haruko was a few years younger than Sam, but he definitely looked up to him in a few ways. He managed to be a good leader, just like himself, and being calm in these situations was very useful too. A grin that would appear a bit out of the situation appeared on Sam's face. He would lie if he'd say he didn't like the guy. Back at the ship, they always tried to fool each other and when one of them fell for the other, they were able to laugh about it. And even in the worst situations, they managed to have a good time. It was weird that when a weak connection could get this strong by such an event, but Sam was happy the crash brought some life into the connection between Haruko and himself after all. Maybe he made a few new friends, Speaking about Moka and Haruko.

"This might do it..." A poorly made up bonfire was lying about in the middle of the small and humid cave they decided to settle in. He looked up at Haruko's injury with a frown, and gestured him close.
"We should take care of that." Carefully, and aware of the stings it could give, he undid the bandage that Haruko wrapped around his head earlier.
"You're an assistant of nothing." Sam teased as he rubbed some of the dried up blood out of the bandage by rubbing it's own surface to another piece of the fabric. They would wanted to be careful with their supplies, as they didn't know how long they would be stuck on this planet. "This might do.. I'm not the best, but I'm trying." He said with a half-grin, after wrapping the fabric properly around the injured parts of his head.

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"It did, It did." He said, smiling, looking at his leg as he got reminded of it by the guy he started to see as his friend for a slight. Sam stared at the flames that radiated it's comfortable heat, it helped keeping the three warm. It was unbelieveable how it was possible that, when in the future you had everything you needed, you still had to survive with the littlest things you could find. You never knew what would happen, so the lesson was to be always prepared.

Squeezed by Haruko, Sam looked up at him with a blank, more like tired expression on his face. He nodded in order of the thankful gesture and Sam sighed.
"It's odd." Sam begun speaking. "Even with all this technology, we are still sitting around a campfire with sticks and stones." A grin appeared. It really was unexpected, but he could live with it. He was glad he was even alive, and lucky he wasn't stuck with some kind of douchebag.
"At least I'm stuck with you guys, would be rather inconvient if we weren't able to co-operate." He stated as he started poking the fire with a stick, mentally drifting off, thinking about what could have happened to his father.

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Sam noticed how Haruko was slowly drifting off to sleep, and it was then that Sam realized it was his duty to guard over the two at night. It was not a problem, though he had a single worry: If he'd fall asleep before waking up one of the others, they'd be stuck unattended for the night. He told himself no matter what, if he would feel drowsy, that the first thing he would do was waking up one of the others. As long as he was conscious, that wouldn't be a big issue.

He didn't know what time it was, and even when it wasn't important to know, he still had the irky feeling he had to know. Nor did he know what day it was and it started to annoy him. He had been staring at the fire for at least a half hour wondering about the time before realizing it was no use thinking about it, and that thinking about a plan would be much more useful, considering they were stuck on a deserted planet where predators made the difference. Thinking about that, he clenched his teeth, adrenaline starting to flow through his body. He couldn't accept the fact that they were just sitting here while some sort of alien could be hunting them down somewhere around them, dragging their lives into danger. It was quite the challenge, though, and it brought it's fun sides with it, but after all they were here to regain their experiment and other important information before they could leave. And besides, if someone would rescue them, it would take time, since the most nearby planet probably was a few lightyears away from this one. Sam Sighed again, what he probably did a few times the past few minutes. Maybe it was just time to get rest.

"Haruko." Sam softly said to him, attempting to wake him up in a gentle manner. But ofcourse, Haruko would be in a deep sleep after all the trouble they went through, so Sam decided to slightly shake his shoulder in order to wake him up.
"Haruko, it's your turn. I'm getting sleepy." He said while he felt his eyelids feeling heavier by the minute. There was no reaction, and Sam stared at him for a while, trying to think of a way to wake him up.
"I will throw sticks at you or something." Sam muttered as he searched the ground for something he could throw at his friend, but before that, life started getting into Haruko's corpse and Sam watched him waking up with a grin.

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"Father, I thought you were dead!" Sam yelled at the figure in front of him. Taking a few steps he got closer to the commander having his back turned towards the boy. He was steering his ship with proud, Sam realized. He tried reaching for him, but all he grabbed was dust, that crawled away through his fingers as if it was liquid.And if it wasn't dust, he didn't want to know what it was. For a moment his vision went blank, and soon after that the spaceship started collapsing; the same black dust that his father turned into started falling from the ceiling as well the space he was standing on was starting to fade away into little fragments of sand. And the moment he fell, Sam woke up, with a sting in his leg.

That dream, probably having the meaning of the feeling of losing everything you have, was frightening, more emotionally than psychically.
"Holy shit, what the hell was that?" The young man gasped, looking around him, slowly recognizing the place they settled themselves in. A cave, probably a few kilometers away from the crash, together with Haruko and Moka. They were waiting for the night to pass around a campfire, and Sam finally realized it was just a dream. He looked up at Haruko, who was awake, and at the opening of the cave. The dim sunlight was starting to shine.
"I guess that was my wake-up call." He sighed, rubbing the sleep out of his face and trying to keep his eyes open.

"We should wake Moka up and get going." He said to Haruko, knowing he was awake. He knew he would have been bored, since Sam was too when he was guarding the two. On purpose, they let Moka sleep because of her severe injuries. She needed the rest, eventhough she complained when Sam told her not to worry over his nightrest. He slept enough, he decided, eventhough he had trouble keeping his eyes open, but everything was scarce on this planet and complaining about sleep would be unfair.
"Maybe even go hunting or something. I feel like a caveman." He muttered softly before getting himself up with trouble, his leg felt sore.

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"I don't think berries or fruit would be useful." Sam stated. "We don't know if it's posionous, and therefore, the fruits..." Sam looked up at one of the trees, that probaly were three times bigger than a thousand years ago.
"I'm not going to climb." He grinned, walking their path further with a slight limb. They had been walking for a while again now, and meanwhile, Sam looked aside at Haruko, who was having this serious expression on his face that he found rather interesting. He was always so calm. It inspired him. As he caught himself staring at his friend, he shook his head and strictly looked in front of him. That was weird. Haruko was far away from attractive, he tried to make himself think that.

Sam let himself collapse on the ground, probably making his friends frightened for a moment. But it was nothing more than him giving up. He was so done with everything, he couldn't think of something that went well these days.
"I swear. My legs are sore, my eyes feel heavy and my stomach is hurting. I want to go home, Haruko." Sam sighed, resting his head in his hands. Sam was a good fighter and always went for the end, but when he gave up, he really gave up. Eventhough with a small talk you could get him back up the track, it was still sad to see him like this. But it was only human, right? To give up sometimes?

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Sam kept shaking his head in disagreement at the cheerings of Haruko, he couldn't believe a word of what he said. Slowly, though, when Haruko raised his voice and not very long after that, he couldn't help himself looking up straight at him and getting quiet for a second. It was not that it was Haruko, it was because he felt how hard the younger boy tried to keep him upbeat and ready for the day. And maybe, maybe it was Haruko, but mainly because of the reason Haruko tried his best even when they were settled into this.

"Thanks." Was the only thing he muttered at the promise. He looked up, at the sky that seemed cloudless, and back at Haruko, with a confident look on his face. Sam got up with a struggle, but he managed to stand firm again with the help of his friend. Without them, he would be still lying on the ground, ranting, complaining and sobbing.
"Alright, Sorry for the hold up." He apologied with a slight dumb appearing smile. He was glad his friends were supporting like this.

Before they could start walking, Sam checked his mapping system, so they could find a direction to walk in. He found out that if they would go left their walking path would be rough, since the end of the cliff was there, making the terrain not accesable. He mumbled under his breath and looked at the right.
"I guess we should go here." He said, but before that, he squinted his eyes to look at the flashing red dot on the system. They had visitors, it seemed. And they weren't very happy, as their movement was pretty fast and coming into their direction.
"I don't know if we should run, hide or attack." Sam said with a slight anticipation. Adrenaline slightly started to bubble up in his veins as he knew that this confrontation wouldn't be one of the easiest ones. They were with two, probably hunting partners. He had no idea what kind of creatures they would expect.

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"What the hell?!" Sam yelled, after quickly readying his weapon, when one of the beasts leaped at him without a single warning. He chose to go for the curved sword, since that was a weapon that would hurt most if you'd stab it good. The animal clawed at Sam's face, but the distance was too big between them to actually reach him. With a relieved sigh he stood steady, ready for any upcoming attack. Sam knew the beast would attack another time, since it almost seemed rabid how it looked at the threesome. They would fight, even when in this state of mind.

Clenching his teeth and leaping at the animal made the creature leap back at Sam, making the claws clash with the sword. For Sam, that was a little opportunity to make this animal lose it's defenses. He kicked the beast without mercy, in it's stomach, what made it welp and crawl away a few meters. Sam was not done yet. As if he was hunting down an elephant, Sam, even with his injury, ran in the direction of the beast and stabbing the sword right through it's neck, making it go wild. That was when Sam lost his grip on his weapon, and made the opportunity greater for the creature to claw at Sam, and it never missed.

Wounds that wouldn't look very severe appeared at his face, bleeding slightly as Sam collapsed on the ground under the animal, supporting his hands against the chest of the appearance to avoid being crushed. He gasped when it's beak came close in a flash, but missed. He took the chance to grab his weapon back with trouble, but he managed to do so, stabbed it once more, making it run away in retreat, after calling it's mate, the other beast that approached Haruko earlier. And as fast as it came it dissapeared, leaving the two panting.

Sam was lying about on the ground when he started realizing they won the fight, making him grin like a little kid in front of a candystore.
"We did it." He gasped for air, completely exhausted by the unhuman creature that approached them. But they did it. Even when they had trouble, they still did it, and Sam was proud of them they managed to keep alive. Though, their dinner ran away, and that was kind of a shame.

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"Ofcourse we did it. After all, this is our planet, right?" He grinned, touching his face slightly. He could feel the blood dripping across his eye, as it was his nose and forehead that was injured.
"Oh well, that'll heal." He muttered as he turned to Haruko, checking if he was fully okay. His eyes seemed different from before; a fierce and confident look that he barely had seen before with Haruko. A wide grin appeared and he pushed Haruko over for a moment.
"You have real fighting spirit, can you fight this beast!?" He yelled, roaring like a tiger and clawing at him, without touching him. Though, he couldn't hel but burst into laughter because of this weird theatre he just did. You needed to be upbeat, right? If you wanted to survive, being cold and sober was not something that would help.

The guys had been sitting for a while, since their energy would be depleted by now, even after a good night rest. Sam didn't really care, even when this place was dangerous, as long as he was with his friends, he was fine. Sam looked over at Haruko and chuckled. "Thinking back, those animals are whimps. Being scared off by guys like us. I understand, though. I'm as frightening as a tiger." he said, making the roaring noise he made before. If it wasn't sam, you would almost think this guy had issues.

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Sam laughed at Haruko's comment and laid down in the grass for a bit, but got up instantly when a small stick was prodding in the back of his head. He mutttered something that sounded like 'I'm not made for the nature.' And looked back to Haruko. He asked him if they would get going, and Sam nodded, eventhough he would have wanted to rest a little more and talk with him, but they couldn't be procrastinating forever.
"Good idea." He said as he got up, steadier than before, realizing his leg was healing.

"....Maybe we should try out the fruits after all." Sam muttered, giving Haruko the right to lash out at him for not listening. Hunting down food would be dangerous, and fruits would be more easier to get since fruits didn't move. Sam looked around for a sign for food, and paused when he saw a few red apple-like figures hanging on a small bush.
"I don't remember apples growing on bushes, but we could give it a try." He said, noting that they could be posionous. Maybe they could cook them?

"This wasn't a bad idea after all." Sam mumbled under a few munches. The fruits were more juicy than he could ever remember from an apple, maybe because they didn't have some in so long. The decided to make a fire and put the fruits on a stick and heaten them up, to avoid possible posioning. And if they'd get posioned, they would have the antidotes, so danger wasn't really there.
"Hey, Haruko. I've never heard you talking about your family." Sam suddenly started, as he was thinking of his father. Making him slightly sad, but he just ignored that feeling, hoping a conversation would cheer him up.