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[ulixes]

[ scribbled kinda sideways across the page. he's exhausted and still a little out of it, but he knows people are worried/curious. mostly curious. sorry if he [or i, happy 5am] falls asleep. ]

'm ok. thank you leo

yeah i was in the woods

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[ulixes]

Alive and well. Huh. Think I may be able to pull that off. Sort of. I mean, I'm probably alive, anyways. So long as there's no other criteria I've gotta meet, of course.

Not much skill involved in aimless wandering. Much as I hate to admit it. Think you can whip up some heroic tale for me? I'd be much obliged.

[princeprincess.insanejournal.com]

Those are the only things I look for in a man, so you're making good progress. Lucky you.

I'm already imagining you fighting for your life, enduring the elements, using all of the tools at your disposal to get back to us. As you struggled through the blizzard (yes, there was a blizzard in this version), you thought of your poor sister and how she must be so scared. "Not like this," you said to yourself, "I'm not going out like this!" Somehow, you found that last shred of strength to keep you moving against the buffeting winds. Your body wanted to lie down and give up, but that indomitable Quayle spirit just wouldn't let you.

How's that?

IT'S PERFECT

[ulixes]

You must have an awfully hard time finding dates, what with you being so picky and all.

Goddamn. It's like you were right there with me. Something something, bravery and indefatigability. The only part that's missing is where I fought a bear and won.

she missed her calling as a writer.

[princeprincess.insanejournal.com]

It's a lonely life. It makes me wonder if there's something about me that scares boys away.

You mean when you had to wrestle it bare handed to protect what scarce food you had found? You knew that if you didn't defend that rabbit you managed to trap, there was no way you were lasting the night. It was die of starvation, or in the jaws of a bear. The behemoth of a creature reared up on it's hind legs, towering over you as you stared up at its razor sharp teeth and claws. You expected to feel fear but instead... No. There was no fear at all, only determination. You were going to live. That bear had underestimated you.

/found her calling as an ego-booster

[ulixes]

Nothing wrong with having standards. I, for example, like my girls alive and well and at least as interesting as a two hour traffic jam. 1 in a million.

Wow. That sure explains my new bearskin rug. If only that bear hadn't erred so grossly. Might've saved itself a life in front of the fireplace. I've also got a necklace of its teeth, but I heard those've fallen out of fashion lately. Can't imagine why.