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Sitting staring at the half * * Break-In

I was looking for pictures for the topic of Mike on the forum.

half hour will be fixed this one.
Not that there's a lot to fix ... * grass * is essentially a a football field.
However, it is also much more.
Assuming that I do not love sports, I have some exceptions.
Sometimes, I like watching sports competitions live.
Television does not light it up, in general, let alone watching sports. ^ ^
Although it is unpopular, I say ... I do not like football.
However, I have preferences very American! Except for contact sports.
I especially like the baseball. ^ ^ I find
poetic.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but it would be really difficult to explain why.
In fact, many do not like sports.
But I often find interesting philosophy or ideology behind it. That the base, at birth.
What then maybe, I see only me. ^ ^

The photo is of a football field.
not the disk because I like this sport, it is because of that 20.
The field is 120 yards, to go to reach the goal . The
20, marks the last piece of land that separates you from the end zone . The goal, of course.
So I wonder. I will run fast enough? Calibrate the shot?
How far is really? Or, do we find?

It will be because, before long, I'll have twenty years.
It would be a tragedy if they were not the end of the teen.
not be that teen-ager is a fairy tale, indeed. But
boh ... makes me feel old.
E 'in times like these, I am happy to show fewer years.

Or maybe it's just the fault of zero.
Why does it seem to scan a recount. It is said to start from scratch , no?
Maybe it really is time to take back the things I have left.
Maybe I should just wait to start over.

It really makes no sense, is only a white grass.
But it makes me think of all these things ... and also to Mike.
do not know if Mike has twenty years in "In Bounds " , but * should * have them. Why is the number that separates him from the goal, where you choose to go on and score o. .. go to someone else.
The time at which the account again and you can try to start over.
Discovering who you are. No escape.
Mine is just a visual imagination, but I see it.
In the field of the College, with the uniform of the football. Sitting on the grass.
alone.
A set that number twenty, as I do.
Leave the oval ball right there ... and go to Albert.
Because the goal is not really 20 yards in front of you, but everywhere.
No matter where you decide to start over.
from zero.

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Samuel 86 - Scars bright

Deb and Witch
That perhaps will read it together ^ ^.


When they were young, summer, David and Samuel were often the first game of the firefly.
expected that the darkness was complete to venture blindly into the river - David loved to show himself to know how to skillfully unravel in the night and he was merely following him, clutching the hem of his shirt.
But the night always slow down, when they were children: there was to leave behind the dinner - vegetables to eat reluctantly and clear the board. The soap dishes.
And there was the dark to wait after sitting cross-legged on the edge of the woods. Chatting about nothing at times.
Sometimes, however, peering into the silent darkness in search of a fragile light - a light that gave right to those who saw it first to become the undisputed god of the evening. One who could order any other thing - that it would decide for them both until midnight. Or even for the whole next day, often. And Samuel
lost forever.
lose because David cheated, is not it - because nine times out of ten claimed to have seen fireflies do not exist. In perfect bad faith.
But it was only this.
It was not even a matter of attention, or luck. Training.
The truth is that the wind broke every time, when the first pin of light pierced the night, and was as amazed as when a star is born - the same miracle of unconsciousness that was repeated endlessly: the immense mass of dark, round - and that shimmering.
That sliver of life stuck in anything.
"Firefly," David cried, jumping up. Pointing towards a dark corner now already - guided by the voice of triumph. But David did not
Samuel never imagined what it has always felt like that light - he suddenly comes to tear the building plot and the days that immediately disappears into the tangle of darkness. He
you close the throat with the same wonder. The same nostalgia.
And let the phone ring vacuum at least until the darkness will not become quite dangerous - until he can make himself the god of another endless night. Heroic and unconscious as that light, perhaps. Or just how fragile and wounded a god only knows how to be - with its vagaries of floods and absences, her tears inside the walled stone eyes very firmly and the traces of his presence spread across the sky. Abandon in the woods.
David has always been everywhere.
He sat on the chair in the living room even a little earlier, a glass of whiskey to his lips and pulled his tie loose on his chest - his shadow reflected in the television supertechnological who insisted so much to give to Samuel and Samuel did not ever even turned on.
He was in the halo of the halogen lamp, ashtray in a vacuum. On the night that always slow down as before. Always blank.
It was in every sound inaudible who broke the silence, all stand up in the ears of the cat. In neat rows of books fill the shelves - "I found a first edition, professor, is quite yellowed, for your tastes?" "This stinks even mold: you go into a trance!"
Even in the empty spaces between one and one volume - "The book that I bought one of your favorite does not exist. And do not say that I forgot your birthday, it's not my fault if you taste so eccentric! "
reach out would be so easy - so easy ... Let
by restraining his arms and let her sink tip the ceiling and pleasure and pain come back to incarnate again - down from the emptiness of the snow from inside the body intact for more dirty with blood and sweat.
Still Life.
or clinging to his shirt as when they were children - Follow him into the woods. Close your eyes and delegate to him the choice of each route.
David has always known he would hurt. More
the flight is higher than the air becomes thin, so thin that the hands may lose consistency. Turn into wings, perhaps - wings still. And Samuel
observes the shape of his fingers in the dark - long shadows that blur the boundaries in the darkness of the night while the boards of the porch just squeak whenever Seneca stretches its legs to stretch. Every time he sits down again at her feet - a scrub clearer. The subtle slide of the hair on the cloth of his trousers.
But no moon, nothing.
And the cup of tea was cold, the wind of the evening became more humid in the hair.
Forgot your sweater at home and do not care, it must prepare the lesson for today.
But he can not think.
I can not think that David, her injuries. To all those who had to deal over the years and they still do not know how to save - his emotional need to become a god. The cause and effect, the only one. And
him around.
He who has never managed to find a language to tell what really has always been at the center of his life, even when the words still had their strength and Samuel is an illusion that repeating his name would have been enough to close the seal, if gliel'avesse whispered in his ear. Between the sheets.
The truth is that neither sex is served. Reach David
now seems more unreal to pretend to close my hand around the remote glimmer of a star, or the appearance of a firefly in the distant woods.
might seem another illusion if not raised at his feet Seneca head - if the light did not follow the trajectories are unusual. And if the gravel crunching under the weight of uncertain steps, too cautious to really belong to him.
The cat runs away to hide, after all - there's the red embers of his cigarette into the night. And the skin does not recognizes the presence of his body.

is still too early ... "Samuel?"
straightening his back, he pulls up.
Helene.
could forget how he had fixed a date with her that night, just can not explain it.
Quickly extends his arm towards the light switch, coving Seneca fast under the bench. From
lane just outside the small intestine of a lighter flame goes out at night.
"What were you doing out there in the dark?" comes the question, and he tries to fit the reality of the new scenario in slumber tired of his own universe of perception: the soft features the friend - So different from the angularity of the male face of David. The Indian skirt that drapes to the ankles - the bracelets of blue stones and silver.
His voice. Clear.
"You made me almost frightening ..."
Looking for the key in the pocket, he smiles.
"waiting for the fireflies," she says as she climbs the steps of the porch and Seneca approaches suspicious sniff my shoes.
"At least expecting something, because you had completely forgotten about me ..." Reversing her eyes, she leans over to embrace him. "How are you?"
"I feel a bit 'as a kid, I just do not has remained very by burying the bottom of the forest. Now things slip from his hands long before you can find the right way to protect them, did you notice? "
" I noticed that it seems more dreamy than usual, Sam, "says Helene, however, the cat glides between them like a caress mysterious. "You should not really spend so much time alone in the dark. It is good for you."
"We go home?" Then ask him, moving away just enough to tap the hair behind her ear.
Yet when he opens the door - when she hears her perfume as she slipped on the eastern crossing the threshold to enter the room - can not help but cast one last look to the forest. Check whether the first stars appeared, the dim light of fireflies.
Nothing. After
found the laptop exactly as he had left on the desk. The phone is still resting beside him - the chair ajar. The cushions arranged in a strange disorder, on the couch.
"I went from Derek before," Helene is saying, and supports the bag on the table and pulls out a sheaf of papers - printed sheets. "It gave me the final version of the script. Avertela should also be sent by e-mail this afternoon, but already I was there I told you that I would speak. A golden-you do best," he says. And Samuel
keep his wrists, bones relief under the weight of the bracelets. My eyes follow the movements of his hands, the convenience with which the curiously female is holding out the adaptation of his novel.
His novel.
"If you're feeling good, clear," is the explanation, but he can not help but avert your eyes. In a hurry. "Otherwise, we can postpone the work to another time."
answer is not easy, much better groped to reassure her with a smile and offer her a coffee, maybe - let her to prepare for both. Allow it away in the kitchen to escape the silent questions of his gaze. Much easier.
be alone.
"The jar is on the wall, the coffee should be found nearby, "he says from a distance, slowly reaching his desk. "Sugar is in the pantry, as always ..."
Standing in front of the file of the script now, Samuel notes from lingering on the folds of the paper, ink Footprint. The round shape of verdana - strange character for a play. Or the perfect character, perhaps - unusual harmony. Almost
destabilizing.
It makes no sense.
malaise that makes no sense, no sense that he pretended not to see the mail of the director. That has not opened, that you have not downloaded the attachment.
It does not make sense that your hands are not able to touch the papers when it was his decision to entrust the adaptation of Helen de The god sick.
You would trust anyone else, for the screenplay - no one else has ever had as much consideration.

And then ... And then the pain irrational because, if the silence has now carved words like broken eggshells - if the language has proved to stupidity and arrogance, if the communication is already following different paths too?
new ways ... It all started from a misunderstanding of the genre, after all.
why he chose to leave his book in the hands of others - to remove from the shoulders of Björn the weight of interpretation that had granted him only and that instead it should never have expected from anyone.
know it was wrong. Very. Yet while
Helene speaks from the kitchen - and he answered absently, while his eyes remain fixed on the paper and hands are still at your sides - that uneasiness is growing at the rate of breathing without the will to do anything to prevent it. And David
missing so frightening, like whenever you need strength.
Every time he is honest, or merely consistency.
No.
Inhale deeply, Samuel raised his right hand toward the edge of the table.
There is a script to read, now, there to take responsibility for each stride. There are duties to be performed, when you love someone.
and fragility can not be an excuse, not in front of the courage that allows Björn yearning to breathe again, somewhere in the world. No matter where - or how far.
does not matter.
"Sam?"
When Helene is part of the room is sitting in a chair, his glasses only to act as a screen between the black ink of the paper and the boy that he was nearly fifteen years before. The boy who never stopped being, after all, and now instead should let die like a shooting star.
Another fragment of darkness. Why
something else must be born in heaven, when the sky is completely dark. When silence is total, and there will be no David to see the first light. A lead in the forest, making way through the tall grass. Among the thorns.
raised their eyes from the paper, gets wet lips slowly.
"I never imagined it would be so painful," he murmurs.
The woman approached with caution, then, placing his coffee cup on the table.
"It's too far from what you wanted?" question, his face tilted like to watch it from below. Find an angle to read in the most sincere answers - to follow him.
"Sam, you know. Whatever does not convince you, however small ... "
" It's a beautiful death, "but he responds.
smiles.
" Only that hurts the same. As with any death. "
And when he adds, in a low voice:" I would like that Mark could read it, "Helene shelling just the eyes - a change is imperceptible to anyone not familiar with or know to expect a similar reaction. For anyone who has not met Mark, probably, and the intricate links that united her life with that of both. At the novel.
sometimes reminded him too.
happens at night, often when the sky is so immense to resemble too closely the emptiness of his passing and regret choked mercilessly in the knowledge of a crime that is repeated like a curse. Mark, first. And Björn.
David, in a still different.
All crimes of his innocence.
"Mark would know how to make it perfect, probably," said Helene, and Samuel realizes that even if it could not avoid making that name. She knew she might - or perhaps just the ghosts. Streaks of pale light.
nods.
"I feel much less into the fray, if I could rely on his opinion."
"His opinion was that it was worth it, Helene."
"Probably." A half laugh. "You will certainly find a thousand things to change, though. It was always like that." The gaze is lifted, slowly. "He loved the God sick, you know it? I think it was his favorite among all your work."
"I know," he answers only. Swallows.
And maybe that's the night of the shooting stars, because suddenly the face of Mark is defined in memory with a sharpness that was missing for years - that almost takes your breath away. That takes off guard, as all the memories and more violent - never really faded. Never forgiven. That novel was
for Björn. Even then.
Even while he spent his nights to imagine the imprint of Mark over his body, even as he left that their lives drifted apart.
And it was useless, was absurd.
"I wish ..." He raises his eyes
Helene's face - and a cold shiver. Sharp.
"I wanted to be able to look beyond," he murmurs. "I do know now ..."
"It is never easy, Sam," she says quietly. "Do not blame yourself."
slips a little 'back on the couch, then - leans back looking at me intently. Almost too concentrated.
"You've never told what exactly happened between you."
"I did not never told anyone, I think. "
Pause.
"Mark was not only my roommate, was also my severest critic. My astute reader - the only one whose opinion I fidassi blindly. Whatever I ever wrote was thanks to him, Helene. But beyond that was ... "
glance, hesitantly.
"It was also his body," Samuel whispered, with difficulty. "Every night I spent watching him sleep impossible, to wish it was going to sleep because the sheets slipped just a bit 'lower. It has always been my problem, "he adds softly. "There have never been able, only to love. To love and nothing else. "
" Mark has never said it was your fault. Every time I asked replied that he had to go wrong. "
"I have always believed that there would be time to explain ..." Explain ...

When looking in his eyes he did not hurt, maybe. When desire had become less urgent, or when the courage he had found a passable road. An alleyway.
Months have passed, however. Years.
And suddenly there was nothing more to say - having no one to ask for forgiveness.
"Explain what?" Helene Samuel demand and this time we can hardly Nor, to answer it.
He never talked to her about the death of Mark, even at the beginning. Even when the wound was still open and needs to find his face in the eyes of someone was a strong need. Exhausting.
But it's always been his secret.
The name to be silenced by Luis, the part of himself that David has never met. The biggest mistake - or maybe just the first. What marked the road.
"It was not his fault," Samuel whispered, standing up.
There is the scent of coffee in the air, and the kitchen light is still on. It is still dark, beyond the window panes.
"He was not responsible, "he repeats softly.
It does not know why after all this time they're talking about now - because they're saying just Helene. Because tonight, tonight that there are no stars in the sky and no moon.
And there is no peace.
"I could hear only his body, as if everything else was outside of my field of perception ..." he continues. He approached the window, then.
pushed aside the curtain.
"And I did not see him. I never looked at people, Helene: I only know that the desire distorted masks superimposed the faces of those I love. I have a whole hell of ghosts inside of me. "
A smile. Amaro.
"It is an abyss that calls me all the time. Yet. "
" We all have our ghosts, Sam. It makes no sense to feel guilty about it, "says the woman. But he is not responding.
continues to look out the window until my eyes do not change the focus - as long as you do not define the image of your lips, reflected in the glass, and the mouth of Mark so close that almost seems to breathe again breath. A
acute vertigo - deaf.
And the fantasy of the all too familiar to his knees wedged between his legs, his fists clenched. Wrists.
David.
David has always been that he has applied to certain visions and suddenly one wonders if it was not a conscious act of will, for its part, wear the mask. A mask that he has not been set, but recommended. Carefully prepared - formed over the years. Day after day.
Samuel startled, suddenly.
"I think I need to eat, maybe. Eat something, "he murmurs.
let go of the curtain - Helene turns to look uncertain.
"Have you seen David, lately?"
"No, I think I've seen him after that night at home ..." feel the answer from the couch. "Why, did something happen?"
"Nothing, just a difficult time ..."
Silence.
"I'm from you in a moment," then concludes, in a hurry, looking away. Entering the kitchen, leaning back against the wall. Shaking hands on the back of his chair - his eyes closed. Dry lips. The
missing. There seems to be
truce that night - wherever the mind is only positive shades.
Only madness.
It is a regret of not being able to notice strange even to identify exactly what was the last time he heard his own hands - the memories are shipwrecked in the early reels, as relics of life swept away by the current and there is too little light for distinguish the contours of every moment, of each emotion.
I knew then, that after that there were not other, perhaps it would have at least taken the time to look at his body - other than watch this carefully, as you do with the places where you know you're not coming anymore. Or with the important days that die at sunset.
is not the longing of farewell, though - that lump in my throat that makes the moment so painful to record a scar as deep as the nostalgia that will follow. A sign that speaks of all nights spent with his next breath, all the moments when her laughter was enough to turn the switch on a new life.
and war, the armistice signed with the imprint of the teeth in the flesh.
Del longing to open his lips under his and afraid to ask for a kiss. Of terror to offer it. Samuel
if often wondered if it was not just a way for him to serve his beauty. Maybe it really has never forgiven the perfection of his body - the shape of her lips. Or the absolute ease with which he convince him to do anything.
With a single glance.
Yet there is also the pleasure of knowing that after all those years, David is still a mystery to him. The same mystery that prevents you remember the taste of his mouth - that prevents you imagine if and when you will live again. And what pain will lead this time. What
revenge.
"I still to coffee, Helene?" Question, trying to breathe.
But awareness of the border crossing shakes his voice, his eyes moving from one side of the room in search of common objects. Landmark solids.
Find the woman leaning against the door frame instead.
"No, thanks. I'm okay," I hear you say.
And it happened there - suddenly the memory bursts in mind with a sudden clarity.
There were the books open on the kitchen table, and dozens of sheets marked with different spellings. Correct notes and tasks to be disordered and the usual cup of tea in a corner.
The low light of the lamp.
was winter.
Samuel recalls the backs of the hands covered by the sweater - the pen rubbed against wool and the hum of the heater turned on in the background. Remember the inexplicable speed pulse, the sudden feeling of excitement and fear.
And slowly raised his eyes from the leaves - the vacuum of the unexpected release button on his chest. His back against the door frame - challenge and eroticism and games.
That smile.
Close your eyes had not been for nothing - as now therefore focusing on the image of Helene, try not to even hear the sound of his steps.
The noise of the belt undone.
And the weight of his body on his back - his fingers clawing at his hair. To sink into the flesh, as if he's read his mind. As it always has.
The imprint of David is a pain you feel for days, the same injury that at one time claimed by Mark Samuel. The same who would never dare to ask anyone. None.
But there is always at the bottom - below each point. Beyond love and consistency, a damn mark the base of the neck. A glaring abyss of confusion and chills - the real distance. By Björn.
's there.
in the constellation of desire that illuminate his nights, in which over the years have traced in the sky designs more gory. Who have killed friends, dug scars.
Summoned demons.
E which take the form of bestiary chilling now, because now the horizon is covered with snow and the world looks so white and smooth that even the smallest shadow would be violence. Further violence - the most heinous sin.
Helene speaks. The
is asking to postpone until tomorrow to read the script - go to bed that looks tired. Should sleep more, eat regularly. Had dinner tonight? Telephone call to the director this week, there's no hurry. No problem, really ... But
Samuel knows that he will spend the evening studying the papers - because he needs the pain has been complete. Why the night has become so black to swallow any light in its depths - it must descend to the bottom in his hell. And why now is the time now.
Time to face the demons. One by one.
And let the dark sky each star.

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[RPF - National Uruguayan] Dino Crisis 1 / 2 - [PG]

Title: Dino Crisis
Author: Tabata
Rating: PG
Pairing: (vague allusions and distracted) Forlan / Cavani
Genre: nonsense,
Humor Warnings: Slash (? ), Dinosaurs, Absurdity and possible changes, forced on Bashing Lugano
Alerts: Vale for HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt of fanfic_italia
Summary: & ldquo ; the last moment, before finally turning around, crossed Sulley his eyes and smiled. "

DINO CRISIS

" I tell you I'm scared, Diego. "Edi
If he had done yet I go around the bench, the gap that had generated walking in a circle would probably swallowed. And this was not the last of which was able to invent ways to externalize their anxiety over their neighbors to the dressing room.
The team had endured for a while '- the bare minimum, actually - but when he started using at the wrong ones two words that he learned playing in the Sicilian Palermo, interspersed with curses of dubious origin Uruguayans, no one had been more willing to listen.
One by one they were paraded before Forlan clapping him on the shoulder as a sign of support.
"It 's all yours," he commented, Maxi, laughing a bit'.
Diego had seen them out one by one, longing to be able to do the same thing, but there was not even to think about it. By Edi who complained continuously for twenty minutes, he could only do two things: listen to him with polite interest, or listen to him devoting all the attention he could muster. In both cases, Edi would still complain because, according to its point of view, you have not listened carefully enough. Diego was beginning to believe that when Maria Soledad had entrusted him with such diligence prior to departure for the World Cup in South Africa, taking care to download them to walk her four suitcases and then run away quickly, he did more to get rid of that not for the sadness of knowing far more than a month.
"Diego, you're not listening to me."
Forlan sighed and rubbed the towel on his head was missing just forget to dry the hair with cold There was the semi-finals and then jump to the head tilt. "Yes, I'm listening. Do you think Ghanaians are doing satanic rituals in their locker room and we should alert the police. "
" The army, "she corrected Cavani.
"Why did not the Holy Inquisition?" Diego combed his hair back and smiled to defuse.
"Not you're taking it seriously," protested the other. "On these things do not mess around."
Diego sighed. One thing worse than Edi Edi was complaining that he could not throw a joke. It was that kind of team-mate who ended up being a headache because you did not do your smiles of encouragement. "Let's Edi, do not overdo it. They'll be just trying to pull in high spirits, after they lost. "
Cavani folded his arms to his chest. "You celebrate when you lose."
"Generally not. Maybe they prefer to get drunk and dance rather than sit in a corner to cry on. I'll tell you, I find a good philosophy. "Edi
but did not seem convinced and snorted. "If you do not believe me now get dressed and come there with me. When you see what they're doing, then you also want to call the army. "
" I doubt it, Edi. "
Although still partially damp hair and lifted his shirt under the sweatshirt, Diego was mercilessly dragged through the corridors the stadium, the locker room at a time adversary from whom, in fact, came a strange noise. "Hear that?" He pointed immediately Edi, peremptory.
There was no doubt of the drums, and he said, even if their hearing of vuvuzela had not been irreparably compromised by an almost constant tinnitus caused by listening to those of continuous damn horns. Now she felt even hum when in fact it was not there. "Yes," he admitted. "But it seems to me music. Nothing but music. They're celebrating. "
" They have cocks blacks, see for yourself! "Protested Edi, opening the door just enough to prove his theories about the catastrophic human sacrifices. "Galli blacks know what it means and means voodoo voodoo? Black Magic! Curses and spells! "
Indeed, the Ghanaian scene inside the dressing room was at least misunderstood. The benches were all leaning against the walls to make room for the center, where he was been set up that you could not describe that as an altar. But then it was so absurd that an explanation would there be to force another. Forlan had never believed that once you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains, however improbable is the truth. It was more inclined to believe that if the apparent truth was impossible, then you had deleted a bit 'too much. "I think you will be left to take from superstition, Edi."
"I am not superstitious at all," he hissed in the ear so much, pausing only for that moment the rattle of rosary hysterically. "And take this, you never know," he added, passing a second
rosary in his pocket for that circumstance.
Diego is the root of the nose pliers and used the rosary to rub his temples. "Maybe it's just a traditional post-match Ghanaian ...." tried. But when he opened his eyes, Sulley, wearing a kind of sofa cover two meters long and interwoven by a color-blind, took a poor black cock with skill and guts with a knife without a second. Diego raised an eyebrow and swallowed. "A tradition full of blood and guts of dead birds, maybe ..."
Edinson his side increased the speed of diction.
Diego grabbed his wrist and dragged him away from the door. "Come on, let's go on."
the last moment, before finally turning around, Sulley crossed his eyes and smiled.

*

Diego was sure that he went to sleep because I remember perfectly that he hailed Suarez briefly before entering the room and that the latter had wished him good night. He was sure that he went to Edinson sleep because he had woken up three times almost mad by insisting that Sulley continue to appear in a dream, laughing like a maniac. She had to physically bring him into her bed, tuck and ensure that no Ghanaian who played for Inter would hurt that night.
was certain he had spent the night in his hotel room, so she did not understand how he could now be relaxed under a tree and how it is possible, opening my eyes that morning, the first thing he saw was blue sky and mackerel clouds.
was initially thought to be dreaming, it was something you can count that his sleep was more and again disturbed and therefore possibly suffered from some external influence, but he was thinking too much because this thing was not real.
sighed, rubbing his eyes to ward off drowsiness. Now it so happened in the past that he had drunk so much to celebrate a win by suddenly falling asleep anywhere, even far away from his bed, but there was talk of so much time before, which is suspected of touching the decade. He had a certain age now, drinking left him to break up the kids.
Yet it was lying under a mangrove swamp in the middle of bushes unidentified and, judging by the expanse of green that you crossroads at the eye in every direction, was dispersed into thin air.
If there was one thing worse than waking up in the middle God only knows what the park in his pajamas, was waking up in the middle God only knows what the park without wearing pajamas, but the tightness of his country. And he certainly did not go to sleep dressed like that.
Diego ran a hand through his hair and retrieved automatically from the wrist band with which he held them back in the game. It was obvious that someone had made a joke, there was no other explanation.
The first thing to do was figure out where he was, then back to the hotel and find out who was the fool among his team-mates had seen fit to pull him away from his bed at night to download it in the middle of a field dressed in blue. He had no idea of what he would do to this person, once you understand who he was, but hoped to be able to find a new utility to its trusty tennis racket.
take the first path that could make out and walked trying to speculate. Cavani was excluded a priori because one who celebrated the passage to the quarterfinals in suits did not like jokes - and then going into the jungle where they live sorcerers? Ever! - Lugano and also could be deleted from the list of suspects because, however not withstanding Forlan, had much less goliardic methods to express their resentment. Maxi and Suarez, however, so those who were appropriate candidates. It was two balls and one who was to blame in the locker room for a stupid joke, as they always were.
While convinced that must have been their own, those obtained by running a clump of trees just ahead. "Diego!" Maxi yelled as soon as he saw it, as if they had been away for years when they had seen more than six hours before.
"Then you're alive!" Said Suarez, equally shocked.
Both remained motionless in the middle of the lane, his eyes wide and watery eyes so that Diego was afraid for a moment that would have started crying. But we fell: Good, yes, stupid no.
"Of course I'm alive!" Protested "And you two idiots. What you will be taken here in the lurch in the middle of a. .. a. .. to this place, whatever it is! "
But the answer came as the two threw themselves on him, squeezing it as if it were about to disappear at any moment. The face did not already own alarm clock Pereira was not a pretty sight when he was overwhelmed with emotion. And yes, tears. "You can know what you take them both?" Said Forlan, upset. It was not so sure that it was a joke. Not when Luis embraced him as you would not have him go. Among other things, exactly the same as they were high, having her moist sobs that broke directly in his ears was not a great experience here.
Diego stroked his head with both making half-hearted, hoping that this simple gesture was enough to staccarseli both off and, thank God, it was so. "Okay, now you begin to scare me, seriously. We are all addicts while I was not there or are you crazy? Because if this is the second case is perhaps a virus, and I would avoid taking it. "
" We do not know what happened, "Maxi tried to compose himself, wiping the tears of joy. "We met here all of a sudden."
"All who?"
"The team," says the defender, but accompanied him off the path and then through the trees from which, apparently, he and Suarez were sticking out. "We woke up here."
Diego followed them more and more perplexed up to a small clearing beyond the trees, which opened at the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. Sitting a bit 'where it happened, the players de La Celeste looked around bewildered. For a moment, Forlan again contemplated the idea of a joke, but it was not possible that all were so good at acting so as to make credible the expressions on their backs. And then, to think of it, in order to get that so much effort to pull it stupid? It made no sense.
"Hey! Look who We found it! "Maxi shouted, waving his arms to attract attention.
eyes of his teammates went wide with surprise and, apparently, for the relief when it came to rest on him. It all came to clap on the shoulder and ask him where he was, who sought him for hours. "We found a few hundred meters from here."
"What happened?" He asked Victorino, making space among others.
Diego shook his head. "Actually I was hoping you told me you. I was convinced it was a joke and that you had all agreed.
"No, when we opened our eyes, we were lying on the ground. "
" What place is? "
Maxi shrugged and shook his head. "We have no idea. If you look over the cliff, you do not see nothing but sea for who knows how many miles. "
" We can not be too far from Johannesburg, "he reasoned.
"It 's what we thought, but ..." Maxi pointed to the jungle around them, the sea, the horizon seemed distant. "I do not remember them so me around the city."
Diego nodded. "We need to understand where we are, first of all."
"Do not tell me" said Lugano, moving a few leaves carelessly and appearing on their right, with a stick in his hand and knee still bandaged after suffered the blow during the game the day before. "What do you think we were doing while you were asleep?"
Diego sighed. "I see that we're all here."
At his side, Suarez cleared his throat, but then looked in his face when Forlan turned to him. All began to shop around looking very busy and the group began to creep a general attitude of not-for-you-tell them. "Well," asked the attacker. Suarez
Someone pushed forward against his will. The first man looked back with regret and then, like it or not, she sighed. "We can not find Edi, Diego."
"he must be here somewhere."
Suarez shook his head. "Those are times that try, but we found only you."
Lugano pointed to the direction from which he had just arrived. "I also in this sort of jungle for at least two miles and there is nothing to begin with, even a house. Less than ever Cavani. "
" Maybe everyone has brought us here, did not lead him, "suggested Muslera, trying to be optimistic.
"Why us and not him?" Churches Lugano.
"Maybe he is behind all this," Gargano realized.
Lugano laughed. "No, I would say not. If so, would not the big hero here, "he spat out, pointing with Forlan a nod. "I say that if I ate wild boar."
"Wild" asked Arevalo, his voice does not really stop. "You say that there are wild boar?"
"Or maybe the brontosaurus," came the voice of dreamy Muslera.
Lugano turned to the door with a look so disgusted that he could disintegrate even looking at him. "First, brontosaurs became extinct long before the great-grandfather of your grandfather wanted you in the yard. Secondly, they were herbivores. "
" Apparently even their are aware of extinction, "ruled Muslera, pointing at arm's length behind them.
The whole team turned around to see the tops of the trees sprout from the head of a creature at least eight or nine feet high. "What the hell is that?" Said Lugano upset, mind the steps of the creature were vibrating the ground beneath their feet.
"I told you, is a brontosaurus," he repeated Muslera fascinated. "Real name Apatosauro, the family of Diplodocus."
"I would rather have the wild boar," of Suarez.
"let us take off from here, is coming on our side," said Forlan, pushing everyone to move to the side, just as the dinosaur trampled on the ground a few dozen yards away. Fernando grabbed that had not moved an inch and pulled him with others. "Come on!"
"It's beautiful," asked the porter, making lead away, his eyes fixed on the dinosaur.
the first four tall brontosaurus followed that, one after another, past the tree line and settled quietly in the clearing and ruminants than a minute was their first. The boys burrow alongside each other at a safe distance, the more shocked than frightened. With the exception of their goalkeeper who would likely encounter during the brontosaurus, happily embrace, if only Forlan had the left arm. "They're dinosaurs," he hissed Lugano. "Fucking dinosaurs."
"If nothing else, we determined that this is not Johannesburg," said Victorino, looking for a pretext to cling to logic rather than start running in circles, waving his arms, that was something not exactly manly from his point of view.
"Yes, but where we are, then?" Churches Lugano.
"I ask, rather, when we are. Those animals should not exist, "he reasoned Maxi.
"In the movie about dinosaurs, there was a researcher-"
"Shit, this is not a movie!" Chimed in Lugano. "It 's the reality, because I'm not playing and I sincerely hope that you're doing it. So, unless that thing is not made of iron and plastic, it's true. If it is true, we must get out of here. "
"Why?" Churches Muslera.
"Because if we are the brontosaurus, maybe there are carnivores," said Lugano, but got no other effect than to make your eyes sparkle even more of the tiny door. "No even know why I replied."
"But maybe they are really fake," ventured Arevalo, continuing to hope that in reality they were actually watching a group of wild boars, but they saw them because of some brontosaurs drugs to which they were subjected without their knowledge during the dinner the day before.
"Want to go to a closer look?" He asked Lugano. Arevalo was silent, as expected. "The sensible thing to do is get out of here."
"I agree," nodded Forlan, turning finally to the group behind him. "But first we must find Edi."
"Finding Cavani?" Churches Lugano. "Cavani is probably still in his room to rattle off her rosary."
"Maybe, maybe not," said the attacker, "but around here there are also meat eaters as you say, then we do not go there until we are sure that he is not in danger."
"And where do you put our security ? "The Lugano did this.
"We would do the same thing for you, captain," said Forlan.
Lugano stared a long time, but then gave up. "Let's move."

*

order to understand where they were, the first thing to do was to reach a high place and get a clear idea of the place. Lugano had seen a hill in the distance during the formation lap that led him alone, so they headed in that direction, Captain with Forlan and Suarez to open the line to close it. Muslera had been placed in the middle, in order to Forlan, because he kept stopping every few steps to try and hoping to see half a brontosaurus's paw.
They reached their goal about halfway through the afternoon and once at the top of the hill, the first thing they did was throw himself on the ground in four of clubs to catch my breath, as Forlan was so good as opposed to stay for two minutes before they arrived where they were coming. In comparison Tabarez to him was a piece of butter.
"See anything?" Churches Suarez, turning her head in the direction of his friend.
Forlan looked around, get a hand to shade his eyes. "It 's an island," he said.
"What?" Said Suarez, rolling on his stomach and then getting hard. Around them lay a thick mangrove jungle, but beyond that, just sand and sea everywhere they looked.
"It is not possible," someone murmured. "Johannensburg is located in the hinterland."
"And the dinosaurs became extinct millions of years ago," said Abreu, who had been her long hair matted and woven leaves the queue which had done in an attempt to keep them in order. "Perhaps it's to review what we know about this situation."
"How do we find Edi?" Churches Suarez, turning to look at Forlan to his left. "This place is huge. It could be anywhere. "
" If there is, "said Lugano, approaching. "We are not sure that he's done here in the jungle. Maybe now if he is laughing behind our backs. "
" No, it's here, "said Diego, who continued to scan the horizon, blue eyes lost in the distance, as if he saw something that eluded them completely.
"And what makes you think? Smell the scent, are you? "Churches Lugano ironic. "Or maybe it's a telepathic bond between strikers? You feel it too, Luis? "
Suarez spared to respond, because of allegations of Lugano and the way he had done enough to want to to pass it through the first carnivorous dinosaur that would have met. All the way up to it had done nothing but complain about the hot weather, insects, the fact that objectively they were walking into thin air, and probably to nowhere at all. Nothing new compared to any training day but for some reason, was even more exhausting and struggled with breaking down the foliage sticks of luck.
"Whatever happened, we're all in," said Forlan, finally turning to look at the captain. When they were next was disturbing to note how they were incredibly similar. "So there must be too. "
Lugano did not seem convinced. "What ...?"
" Well, he's right, "Suarez said, frowning. "There are also reserves!" He stretched his arm towards a group of boys all close to each other that they looked even more out of place around them. "Edinson necessarily have to be."
"According to this logic, the coach would have to be there," pointed out Lugano.
"But the coach is not a player," Muslera murmured.
"We are losing sight of the main problem," he pointed out Victorino, deciding that was enough and that he had been sitting in front of a group of balls, led by a madman and Forlan who clearly would have preferred to go alone Edinson search and leave them all there until he had found. On the one hand it could also understand it, it was difficult to suit everyone. Especially Lugano that was a mission to go against anyone who does not recognize the authority. And Diego, his goodness, did his best to recognize it without success. It was a natural gift to have more charisma than anyone else in there. But it was also a curse. A chicken has only one rooster, one team captain. And Victorino, like everyone else, I just hope they decide quickly which of them should carry the armband. "Whether or not there is or why there should be, is not very important. We have already decided to believe there is. Well, cerchiamolo. Which way? "Widened his eyes in an obvious attempt to tell him to make a move. He was willing to risk their lives, provided they did not stay still sitting there being eaten by mosquitoes as big as a golden eagle chicks.
"I would say to go in that direction, "concluded Forlan, pointing to a rock group practice on the other side of the island. It was huge and round and comes out of the forest like a giant bald head.
"Why?" Churches Lugano, skeptical.
"Why is there that my way if I were alone and did not know where I am," he said.
"Ah, well ..." he sighed
Forlan. "Amid a sea of trees, that is the only recognizable place on the island. At least I'd be in a conspicuous place. "
"And we could follow the Triceratops!" Muslera jumped up, pointing to a long line of those huge beasts that are headed in the right direction.
The whole team looked up to heaven.

*


"You know that Triceratops were herbivores? You would not think, given their appearance, and instead it is! "Muslera had opened his mouth when they are put back into gear and now that they walked for about an hour and a half, had not yet closed. "A male specimen can be up to 9 feet and weigh 9 tons!"
Suarez inspired so strong as to be even louder, but could not do much more: they had only one goalie worthy of its name and indeed was what he was babbling for hours. Delete it was beyond question. We expected a semi-final against the Netherlands - he was certain they would return in time to play - and could not possibly play without Fernando.
"They have three horns," meanwhile, was continuing the goalkeeper, regardless of looks bored, murder and generally wishing the death of his companions. "Two supraorbital, which means above the eyes, and a smaller one over the nose. In addition, and this is very interesting, the Triceratops is the sworn enemy of the T-Rex, so if by chance we were to meet now a Tyrannosaurus ... "
" We will give you feed it, so maybe shut up, "muttered ; Abreu, planting in the ground the stick he used to walk with a little 'more force than necessary.
"I was just trying to pass the time in a meaningful manner," pouted Muslera. He would have liked to have a couple of pockets that fit the hands, so, in the absence of those, he merely crossed his arms to his chest like a child of two years.
He enjoyed the silence for a few minutes and stopped just earned only by the sound of heavy footsteps of the dinosaurs before them, then Suarez went up the column from the bottom to reach Forlan who was leading as usual, had not said a word and looking very thoughtful.
"Diego?"
"Tell me."
"I got an idea of how it is possible that we are here," said Luis. Forlan had waited for some kind of reaction, possibly surprise since he was very proud to have had the brilliant idea that was going to expose, but merely Diego to look at him and told him to continue.
Suarez cleared his throat. "I think it is a curse," whispered the plan.
Forlàn preferì non rispondere, soprattutto perché nell'ultima mezz'ora gli era tornato in mente Edi; non che se ne fosse mai veramente andato dalla sua testa, ma ora c'era comparso di prepotenza con il rosario in mano as when he insisted that players with repeat of Ghana were doing satanic rituals in their dressing room. Only Forlan who refused to believe that Sulley would have them cursed. First he did not believe it was possible and secondly that Ghanaian it was capable. It was a commonplace. How can we believe that all Italians know to make pizza at home. Do not know was that every Ghanaian to make voodoo only because he was from Ghana. Sulley Muntari was a football player. Point. Whatever happened, certainly was not behind him.
"If you think about it," he was saying while Luis "is all perfectly logical. Someone wants to hurt us and sends us into this godforsaken jungle and leave us here to rot among the dinosaurs. All die. "
The entire column of men stopped in front all'esclamazione perhaps a bit 'too high and looked Suarez Forlan with him and frightened eyes.
"We lacked even if what makes him," hissed Lugano.
From the group of men rose a murmur and some blasphemy. "She will not die no one," said Forlan, watching them all one by one, including Suarez who read their accounts that look to do next.
"There are tyrannosaurs," said someone present.
"We will avoid thanks to ..." Diego turned to Muslera.
"Triceratops," suggested smug and proud of the goalkeeper.
"Behold, the Triceratops," the striker nodded. "They know where the danger and avoids it."
Diego waited until everyone had absorbed the news and then, among other things, they had the idea to ask questions and maybe ask again as were over there.
It was not a curse. Sulley had nothing to do and as soon as he put his hands on Edinson, he would have strangled himself with the rosary of Our Lady of Medjugorje as a punishment for having stuck his head in even the suspicion.

*

The huge storage rock turns out to be more massive than they had originally thought, in the sense that when you came in they realized they could not turn around within a few hours as they had thought but it would take at least a day. Also, if they were easily convinced to be able to go up, think again because they had found themselves in front of a wall as smooth as glass and inaccessible from any point of view. Lugano is not spared to comment on an idea that had been tremendous and could now also see to camp there because it was dark, and certainly could not continue the exploration.
The boys gathered firewood and organized to create a bed for the night as best they could, that is bad because in twenty, so far as no one had ever done and camping in the last six years of their lives, more or less, had not slept in more than four-star hotels . In the end, a bit 'out of desperation, a bit' to avoid making further ridiculous facing each other, they decided to lay on the ground some huge tree leaf they could find around here and pretend to be comfortable.
Within a few minutes, most of them fell asleep in a deep sleep with such a snore more or less annoying, but Diego could not close my eyes or not wanted. Suarez came up beside him as he sat in front of the fire that had miraculously managed to turn it on and looked at him with the darkness of the jungle that is the crossroads at. For a time 'was silent, not knowing where to begin to engage in the discourse, much less what to do with speech accuracy. He thought that films were often seen such scenes, and people had so many profound things to say in front of a campfire at night, but his head was empty and even if there was something inside that you circled, certainly was not a deep question.
Diego, of course, did not help. In general had always been a silent type, the kind that after preferred to have won something to celebrate rather than trumpeting chest shouting, and in fact took him all around because he was always naked, but now the situation had deteriorated. If it was not involved in organizing the research or try to avoid Lugano, stood in silence, watching somewhere in front of him and was not at all easy to talk to him in this way.
"It's hot here, right?" He began Suarez, in the most possible wrong, probably.
Diego nodded, becoming vaguely aware of the error.
Suarez cleared his throat. "Hey Diego ..."
"If you still suggest the story of the curse, I beg you to postpone at least until tomorrow morning," I immediately stopped, turned toward him with a look tired and his eyelids at half mast. "I do not think we can discuss at this time."
"No, no," he hastened to say Surez. "I just wondered ... what are we really sure that Edison is here? "
Diego took a deep breath.
"Diego, I know that you care to Edi, all we want, damn, but if we find out that we are turning empty and we are losing precious time?" The she pointed out. "Today we ate only a couple of mangoes and some pineapple. How do you think dureremo this without bite to the throat? We do not know camp! "
" Once you start looking Muslera like a Creole dish of beef, then I'll stop, "he smiled Diego Suarez but since it did not seem as amused, he returned almost immediately serious. "He's here somewhere. I know. "
" How do you know? "
" I just know, Luis, "insisted Forlan. "I tell you that I I feel in my stomach? I do not know how that works, but I know it's there. How do I know whether or not to sleep in the bed next to my hotel, without waking up. I just know. "
Suarez raised both hands in surrender. Rule number one: never giving up on the field. Rule number two: never mention the possibility of leaving Diego Forlan Edinson Cavani in the middle of a jungle full of dinosaurs. Now he knew. "Okay, okay. I did not mean that I want to let it die ... "
" Luis will not die-"
" No, I know, " Suarez nodded eagerly. "I'm just saying there may not be."
Diego looked bad, very bad. Bad as you can look at a person who never looks bad no one and then eventually decide to do so.
"But there is," he corrected himself immediately Suarez. "Why is your liver so he says, and I want to believe in your liver. But at least we have a plan? An idea? In short, you wanted to come here and we're here, but ... "
Diego pointed to the rock mass behind them. "Circumvent this kind of hill-morrow, and we'll see how it goes."
"Uh, well," Suarez nodded, not at all convinced, but not inclined to want to insist.
"We'll find him," insisted Diego.
The next morning, more than one team had a very large group of people with back pain. They should not have it, of course, because they trained every day, they were hypothetically elastic and tonic, but two reservations and Abreu could not straighten his neck so numb that he could only look on the right. Muslera, however, seemed to have lost none of his enthusiasm and the first thing he did was go directly from Forlan asking for information, totally ignoring Lugano who was standing right there next to it, with its beautiful yellow band from captain to soar on the pale blue shirt.
Diego explained the situation as he had explained to Suarez. Someone even suggested to divide, but it seemed a good idea. Not when the Triceratops had left long before they woke up, leaving them at the mercy of carnivores. It was better to stay together.
around the rocky promontory, which at times looked like a mountain and at times it was beautiful and green as the hills they had left behind, it took longer than expected, of course, because even Diego - In the guise of the great leader - he had no idea what it took to move from one place to another if there was no talk of football fields or tennis courts. So at lunchtime were still half way and were not to lose further slowing Muslera, who had insisted on climbing a tree and look closer at a flying dinosaur.
"It 'a pterodactyl!" She cried without even seeing him. He had enough to hear the cawing in the distance. Ran towards the nearest tree, had taken over the huge hands and then began to climb, regardless of everything and everyone, but especially time that they were losing and the possibility of falling from a tree, killing six meters high.
The huge beast had passed over their heads, making a shadow on the group while not overly large, accepted by the group of curses and surprised by the senseless and embarrassing squeak Muslera, hanging from the branch like a monkey. "You know," began soon after, as he followed the flight of the animal in the sky, "that people use the word to denote all the dinosaurs pterodactyl flying, but in reality is just one of the Pterodactyl many flying dinosaurs? To indicate a general, one should say pterosaur. "
"Get it off!" He screamed at that point Lugano, pointing to his door with a wooden stick somewhat threatening. "Get it off of there or I pull it down with stones," the same Forlan and Suarez
hasten to carry out the order, helping Muslera to return to the ground without crashing head. Lugano, a short distance, it was so tense and angry that seemed on the verge of bursting head. For this they realized that maybe it was all better get a move on. Finally, after hours of walking and Forlan that make you go every ten minutes so that he collapsed on the first rock filled with moss available, reached the opposite side of the mountain, before whom indulged exhausted and ready to beg Forlan to leave them there and go alone to kill them all, if necessary, but not to make them walk more ;.
Diego there dropped to the ground one by one as he watched the new edge of the rock and found that it was not as smooth as the other and that there were caves. Two higher, about ten meters high, and a lower, larger than the other two.
"Forget it," addressed him Lugano, get behind.
"It 's a place where it makes sense to look at," answered Diego, his arms crossed on his chest and looking closely to assess how feasible it was to climb the rock above the caves.
"It 's a dangerous place. We do not know what is in there. "
" We may have Edi, "said Forlan.
"Or it could be one of the beasts that like so much to Muslera," said Lugano. "We risk to go in there and leave it to pieces."
"Why you have to be so catastrophic? "
" Because you're crazy, that's why! "said Lugano. Now they were the only two standing in the team and, as usual, were fighting. "You like to be a hero but we are many here, there is only your Edi. And if I'm still the captain of the team, and apparently it is because the band is still here on my arm, the kids will not move from here. "
" I can remember that Edison is part of the team? & Rdquo ;
"I can remember is that perhaps Cavani still at home? "
Suarez, lying on the ground, rolled first one way then the other, moaning loudly. "Mom, Dad, you stop fighting, please?" He took them around. "What we do not want any more?"
Lugano sent him to hell, and Diego could not help but laugh, but before he could again groped to explain its reasons, called them Muslera ; uncertainly.
"Um, guys?" The two
Diego turned simultaneously and found that the goalkeeper she gestured to them to reach a few feet away. Obeyed him just because he was better than being there to fight. "What?"
"Look."
Moving a bit 'farther from the rocky outcrop in front of which were found, the view changed completely and that a moment before had appeared as a hill , was in reality a giant skull with two rock caverns for eyes and a mouth. Lugano made the sign of the cross.
"It 's a skull," said Muslera.
"Or at least it seems. It 's just a coincidence, " Forlan snapped, pulling away before he did Muslera panic, or before seeing some other prehistoric creature. But he was not in time for the others came.
"It 's a skull!" He repeated someone.
"It 's a curse," Suarez came to the office. "You see, Diego?"
Diego sighed. "Okay, now calm down," he said, waiting for everyone did silence before continuing. "That's not a skull and this is not a curse. Curses do not exist and nobody would have ever bothered to sculpt the rock shaped like a skull, is not it? "
" Yes, but ... "
" You can not deny that it could be dangerous. & Rdquo ;
"I do not deny, Sebastian, but I do not want to leave no stone unturned," said Forlan.
Lugano, left again at the edge of the circle that had formed, cleared his throat and then, not content, he climbed on a rock nearby and demanded the attention of everyone. "Diego," he said, directly addressing to Forlan. "I understand what drives you and, believe me, I understand. Everyone will understand, but here's the good of the team at stake. Take yesterday's game, you follow me? I had to leave. I did not want, but I had to because they did not do enough. Often the desire of a player takes a back seat than the whole team. Sometimes you have to sacrifice a comrade. "
" No, wait, "Suarez raised his arm and found the strength to even stand up. "You're not saying that to you once on the bench, has the same weight to leave a teammate in the clutches of the dinosaurs, I hope. "
" We do not know if Cavani is actually here, "pointed out Lugano.
"But you have the same weight," Suarez insisted. "So if I leave you here now because you're a pain in the ass so that the entire team can hear you snorting avoid every four steps and then get more serene to the semifinals, we would be perfectly justified because they would do for the good of team. "
" No, you do not follow me ... "
" Go Diego, "Suarez said, and ignored Lugano a nod to Forlan. "Recovery and Edi leviamoci here. I'll give you a hand. "
" I'm coming, "he offered Muslera, throwing a dirty look in Lugano, which obviously did not fear anyone but took a bit 'as a surprise considering that, up to that time, was all enthusiasm and screams. Maxi, Arevalo and Victorino followed them with a wheel gun, which had been virtually silent until that moment when he opened his mouth and made him to send to that country Lugano.
Forlan thanked them all with a smile, and six had ventured into the cave.

*

Rn Malpractice Insurance

[RPF - National Uruguayan] Dino Crisis 2 / 2 - [PG]

Title: Dino Crisis
Author: Tabata
Rating: PG
Pairing: (vague allusions and distracted) Forlan / Cavani
Genre: Non-sense,
Humor Warnings: Slash (?), Dinosaurs, and possible changes Absurdity, Bashing Forced Lugano
Alerts: Vale for HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt of fanfic_italia
Summary: "In the last moment, before finally turning around, crossed Sulley ; his eyes and smiled. "

The cave was damp, which could also be regarded as obvious as it was a cave, but rather than admit that apart from being wet was also a good fear, all found it much more useful to note it was just wet.
"is dark," Suarez speeches concluded that in fact had never left the head of anyone. "We have to do something light?"
Muslera found himself once again to want to have pockets inside and we can take a lighter or matches, but had not. "No, we grope," he concluded, placing a hand on the wall of the cave, hoping that there were no insects. He hated insects. More
is also within the cave, more external light was abandoning them. They were all pretty happy that this happen gradually, because when things seemed less worrying vanished little by little. Eventually, when they realized that they too in the dark, they were already long ago. "See something, Diego?" Churches Muslera, closing the row.
"Still nothing," said Forlan.
to that followed a prolonged silence, even though no one knew what good because, for some reason, in the dark time seems to pass faster, until Suarez had no illumination, and divine, swallowing, asked his goalkeeper "Nando?"
"Yes?"
"There are dinosaurs living in caves?"
Muslera Forlan heard cursing under his breath, so preferred to remain vague. "Not many," he said. "Only a few."
"And these few are carnivores or herbivores?"
goalkeeper scratched his neck. "Anatomically aerodynamic?" He threw there, hoping to divert attention from Suarez on the eating habits of dinosaurs to talk about their anatomy.
"Anatomically ... What the hell does that mean? Eat us alive or not? This I know! "He took Suarez, stopping in the middle of shooting a tunnel, so that the goalkeeper ran into.
"I was just trying not to get scared."
"So are carnivores."
"I did not say that."
Suarez ran his hand over his face. "If they were herbivores, there would be no problem, so I'd say they were herbivores, but since you did not then there are carnivores and eat."
"See how are you? I did not mean that! "
" If there are no carnivores or herbivores, what the hell should they be? There are dinosaurs macrobiotic? "
" Okay, okay may be carnivores. I was just trying not to get panic! "
" Well you could not at all! "
Diego signed to him to keep quiet. "Guys, listen."
The two stopped arguing and all at once they started listening. There was a faint murmur that reverberated through the walls of the cave. At first it was only a whisper indefinite but then, straining our ears, managed to catch a few words. In the end, having to listen to each other in the field for a month over the steady hum of vuvuzela was some good.
"Someone is talking about," said Maxi.
Suarez shook his head. "No, it seems to sing."
"She is praying," suggested Arevalo.
"E 'Edi," they cried in chorus, beginning to run all at once, regardless of the possibility that dinosaurs were herbivores, carnivores or aerodynamic movement.
ran at breakneck speed, according to Diego which of course was the first to launch forward. So how did not realize right away that the light was slowly fading, so did not realize that increased until suddenly they realized they did not see clearly as soon as you enter the cave. And when they did, just hoped it never happened or that it was possible for some divine magic, close your eyes and teleport elsewhere. Diego was to stop suddenly, his arms wide to block the passage even to those who had not crashed on me and threatened to overcome inertia. "Have piano," she whispered.
Before them the corridor opened into a huge circular room, illuminated by the light that penetrated a hole in the ceiling. Analyzing it from outside, probably, their scary skull had a hole right on top of the head and the hole made by a skylight in the cave. The room had the walls of rock and there was a small river which they crossed it for almost the entire width. Between the bends of the river, which wound like a snake, there were small hills of rock and the last of them, just down the hall, Edi was sitting, eyes closed and rosary in his hand. It would have been easy for the boys, through the ten feet that separated them from him if only they had not been carpeted by dinosaurs apparently asleep.
"Let me guess," Victorino whispered. "These are not those herbivores nor streamlined."
Muslera swallowed. Although some were fascinated by the vision, the other was more aware of all the others of the danger and, for once, he wanted to be that ignorant in this field. "I velociraptor," he murmured, looking these beasts of almost two feet, huddled in their lairs.
"And what do they eat?"
"We," sighed Muslera, fixing one that was a bit 'shaken from sleep to hear their voices. "We Edi and let's go. Now. "
Recover Cavani was easier said than done. Forlan took a few steps into the room, stopping every time he had heard or noticed one of the raptor to move in their sleep. "Edi" hissed the plan. "Edi"
Cavani raised his head only after they had called him four times, and only because he was too busy to have much fear. When I finally laid eyes on Diego, that was now half way and down between the legs of the velociraptor. "Diego!" Exclaimed the attacker. And then, immediately afterwards: "Where the hell were you?"
Forlan found himself automatically tighten their fists and try not to leap at him. Stopped him just the fact that both would probably be eaten by dinosaurs before he could take a slap Edinson. "I was looking for."
"Well I was here," hissed the other guy. "In the midst of the beasts .... whatever they are. "
" I velociraptor, "suggested Muslera slowly, trying to be helpful. Forlan turned
toward him with a look at the vitriol, but said nothing because two dinosaurs moved under him, so the entire group stood and held his breath, but nothing happened.
"Now, very slowly, come to me."
"I can not," murmured Cavani, looking around and swallowing.
"I know you're scared, but ..."
"No, I'm not afraid," she corrected Cavani, shaking "I'm terrified, but that's not the point. I think I have a broken leg. "
" Shit! "Hissed another. He thought for a moment and then nodded, more to himself than to others. "Okay, I'm there. Stand still. "
" You can not do it! They're everywhere! "Hissed Edi, who was so upset to have even mud on the tip of the nose and leaves of various kinds in her hair. "They are waking up, attack you and eat you! Diego do not! "
Diego walked up so that probably would die of old age before reaching it. "You want me to leave there?" He tried to joke.
"Obviously no! But I have to say something! "He broke Cavani.
Diego took a deep breath, looking for the courage, strength, patience, the intervention of a God higher glared thereby preventing him to stand on. He was tried. From dinosaurs, of course, but mainly by Edinson Cavani.
He ran a hand through his hair and then returned to focus. Trying to squeeze through without any leg with claw was not exactly easy. All right balance, the harmony of movement is good, but it was very different than trying to dodge an opponent came there to take away the ball here. And even if spared the football metaphors in a similar predicament ...
When he set foot on the rock of Edi, that immediately threw his arms upon him, clutching his neck as there was no tomorrow, so Diego that he forgot he had put in the time we reach already thought about how kill him. She hugged him in turn and printed a kiss on the forehead with eyes closed. "I am here now," he tried to reassure him. "I'm here to bring you back."
Suarez waved his arms above his head. "I'm sorry to postpone until after the love scenes? We have problems here. Dinosaurs, remember? "
The two met with, just to see that maybe the leg Edi was not exactly broken, but it certainly did not allow him to stand up for himself, so he put his arm Diego 's another around her shoulders and started down the path to the contrary, going even slower than before. Suarez and Victorino came to meet him half way to help support the weight of Cavani, but too many too many legs between legs meant that they abandon their fortune in the midst of the collective awakening of a colony of raptor.
Muslera ascertained the situation, "Okay, we're dead, "he concluded.

*

"Run!" It was the watchword.
Muslera was shot and then fled, with his second ahead of the dinosaurs that had allowed the team to reach at least the hall beyond the room, with Victorino and Suarez who closed the line, protecting Forlani trailing behind Cavani. They threw rocks, not to hit the dinosaurs, but to distract them, but they lost more time than anything else, so now just running in the dark, following the long howl of the goalkeeper who had never been off since she opened mouth. The Raptors were fast
and heavy steps resounded behind them as hits of drums and was even more frightening when they began to smell his rancid breath hot and too close.
"We are joining," cried Maxi and want to have a hand ball. Certainly not have killed them, but a ball in head hurt anyone, especially those who had a small head like the ugly creatures.
Muslera advanced with one hand against the wall, running and screaming and lying about how far it was the exit. The first paw went blank and Victorino, who had almost put us in one ear, he felt compelled to push Forlan to run a bit 'faster, with a frightened, "Diego, Christ, come on! They're biting your ass! "That echoed throughout the cave, which seemed so full of Victorine.
Who was out to see them go was a strange optical effect. It seemed as if the huge mass of rock was nothing more than just a bottle of champagne uncorked, and the foam that they had just come out. Muslera saw waving his arms and the others were released in a fan in the clearing, followed by dozens of dinosaurs.
"Run!" He repeated those Muslera out "Do not let ring!" Other
if they did not say it twice, because there was not much to ask when animals five feet high crashed down on you with claws bared. The flight was uncoordinated, unorganized and full of total panic. If you do not split it was only because the raptor would not let him, blocking and channeling them to the sides as much as possible where they wanted them.
"I can not," gasped Edi, who was losing ground.
Diego picked him up just about weight, making it better based on the sound leg. "Come on!" The barked without a Starla hear.
Edi had two more steps, then stumble 'and fell to the ground, holding it back. One of the raptor jumped them completely, and probably got in the race with eyes fixed on Arevalo ahead. "Come on, we must stand," exhaled Diego, gasping for breath, while Edi shook his head. "Do not shake your head, shake my hand, come on!"
Cavani took a deep breath and held out his hand to be pulled up. The next moment, was again clinging to the shoulder Diego and were ready to go. "I did not come all this way to leave you in the jungle, okay?" Edi
nodded.
"So come on." Velociraptor
Obviously at that point it's appeared before him he could eat them but Suarez was around and even without the ball that Maxi had so desperately wanted, he could give him a blow sufficient to losing the will to attack their own two. They were not there to look elsewhere wag, however, and tried to reach out to others shortly afterwards.
Muslera had suddenly become the benchmark for all others, because he knew the dinosaurs. The point was that he had no idea how to escape a because they generally pack of velociraptors in the books he had read and films he had seen, no one could ever escape these dinosaurs and it was not very comforting.
"Think ... Think ... Think ..." Muslera looked around, there were only trees and, later, the forest that opened another small clearing where he probably would have remained only their remains lovable. He foresaw the headlines who wondered where he had finished the entire Uruguayan national, while they were there with the flies around, and above all, who knows where who knows when.
was there, while he was still to imagine his own death and that of his comrades who felt the ground vibrate under your feet. The first thing I thought was "No, come on!" And the second was actually: "Shit." He spun around and found others who watched him all full of anticipation, surrounded by a pack of velociraptors with a different kind of culinary expectations.
"Remember when I said that there were some carnivorous dinosaurs and dinosaurs .... anatomically aerodynamic? "
The other nodded.
"Look, these are aerodynamics," swallowed. Then the earth shook so hard that Edison had to plant the nails into the backs of Diego to stand. "Now comes the carnivore."

*

Initially, the boys did not understand. They were too intent on not being eaten by dinosaurs before them to think about that - one - which was yet to come, but then he came to all doubt that it was something really big if the ground shook, and especially if the raptor had suddenly decided that was not so much the pain of eating the Uruguayan national. "What the hell is going on?" Diego asked.
A reply was the huge head of the tyrannosaurus, which emerged from above the trees and watched them with two big eyes, stupid and mildly annoyed. Forlan felt for a moment the disturbing feeling of being a doll inside a doll's house. The raptor stood still and shoot away from the other side, passed without even looking at them. The Tyrannosaurus followed them with his eyes heavy and took two steps between them, taking an animal on the fly while he passed.
Suarez grimaced and cashed back in the feel of velociraptor bones break and part of the gut to land even four feet away with sound wet. Instinctively jumped back, tripped and continued to crawl just below the tail of the Tyrannosaurus swaying dangerously from side to side.
Diego's eyes snapped to Muslera who shook his head slowly.
"Do not move," he said. "I can see us if we keep still."
Suarez swallowed by removing his body from the path of giant dinosaur that gave him until his back and looked around as if looking for new prey to eat alive. He moved slowly, turning his head first one way then the other to observe what was around him. Was lowered to them, a warm breath puffing less than a meter from their faces and brandishing his tail nervously.
"Do not move," he repeated Muslera.
"Fernando," I call softly Suarez, his face so close that the Tyrannosaurus rex would have been able to count the hairs in the nostrils very big if he had, "you are absolutely certain and indisputable right sure can not see me? "
Muslera wanted to say that no, he did not know if I really do not see them, did not even know if you stand still motionless as statues of wax could really useful to something or whether now the T-rex was looking at them as if they were carved in the shape of carrots humans on a huge pie of potatoes. I do not know anything, he wanted to say, and if what you say is wrong and we will kill all blame that loudmouth Michael Crichton and Steven Spielberg's wretched man that gave him a straight. I'm not a paleontologist! But then he thought that giving checkmate would not have helped much, that Suarez would have probably started running, sparking panic and that if there was a chance of not dying in this way would be terrible if played as deficient. So he lied. "Yes," he replied, without moving his head. "Keep still."
When the tragedies have to happen, generally the understanding you have of them comes a second before they occur. Diego knew well because he was accustomed to what was happening in the field. Had happened more than once to lose a game at the ninetieth minute. And that goal, what precisely he had seen even before the opponent score. It was like an electric shock from the bottom of the feet and then pressed a feeling in the stomach: it does now, he thought. And it was a goal. Thus, Lugano realized that he would get up and he would have to run just a moment before she would. When he turned to look at him, the captain was just jumping up.
"Lugano, no!" He shouted.
"I do not want to die" He screamed, before plunging headlong into the jungle. The sudden move caught the attention of the Tyrannosaurus rex that began immediately, with huge feet crushing the remains of the velociraptor just before eating. They saw the beast to break through the trees with no problem, and the trunks down the sides of his body as they progress. Did not walk too fast, not even running, but one of his feet was sufficient to dub the uncertain and fearful of Lugano.
It seemed that everything happened incredibly fast. Diego let go Edi, rely on two provisions that were approached. "We have to help him."
"If Lugano continues to move, it will be visible and the tyrannosaurus's wearing now," said Muslera
"It 's dead," Victorino said, summing up the concept the goalkeeper in a more than satisfactory.
"It's not dead yet," the withering Diego gaze. "We have to help him."
"And what do you do? Pull the Tyrannosaurus by the tail? "
" distraction, "said Diego. Maxi
started shaking his head even before Diego finished speaking. "No," he said. "I'm sorry but no."
Forlan turned to Suarez who raised his hands in surrender. "Do not look at me. Did you know that you usually follow suit but that is a tyrannosaurus and Lugano is an idiot. "
" Boys! " Diego opened her blue eyes, as he was very disappointed. "Come on! And 'one of us! "
" He, Edi, let him die, "said Victorino, with a look very eloquent.
"is wrong," Forlan pointed out, indicating the man and the concept with the same finger. "And we have to prove it."
Muslera stirred on the spot. "And there is a somewhat 'lower risk to prove it? Type a beautiful lecture in the locker room? "Turned
Diego toward him. "We must, in the locker room, to make him."
The team around him was silent, his head bowed. If they had waited a little longer 'the tyrannosaurus Diego Lugano was used as a snack and then, probably, would return to eat them too. The temptation to go back - if we succeed - and tell everyone who had lost their captain, so to be nominated once and for all Forlan was great, but it was not right and they knew it.
"All right, all right!" He broke Suarez in the end, after indecently moan, overwhelmed by the knowledge Diego was right and that they had to accept that plan suicide. And then die, perhaps, but still accept. "Why do you always be so damn good, you?"
Diego smiled and clapped him on the shoulder.
"If you really have to happen, it is better that the team is united, no?" Reasoned the end Muslera.
"And then you know how we can make him weigh in life if we save it?" Victorino commented with a grin. If we go back, not a day goes by that accuse him of Lugano to avoid a painful death through his teeth infinite of a prehistoric dinosaur.
would have been delicious moments.

*

while running to the case in the bush, trying to get as much as possible the attention of the big beast that chased Lugano, they all pretended to be doing something else, and since none of them had too much imagination, illusion most quoted was that everyone was playing the last three minutes of an important match and that they could not lose, otherwise the international exposure to public ridicule. Maxi
jumped on the spot, saying that his mother was the tyrannosaurus a little good, and if the passage was a brontosaurus. Then he fled as Muslera quickly as possible while hitting the nose of the beast with a stone apologizing. "I'm so sorry, but you can not eat it, although I understand that you want to be," he shouted as he threw in a slip under the tail, and Suarez covered his shoulders drew the dinosaur in the opposite direction.
In all this, Lugano was on the ground a few feet from the dinosaur and was desperately trying to escape.
"Diego, please, would you make a move you?" Hissed Suarez, narrowly avoiding the legs of Tyrannosaurus and launching a murderous look Forlan. "Get the shit and let's go!"
Forlan nodded, lowering just in time, before the tail of the animal spedisse in orbit somewhere. "If we stop wagging his tail to do so on this side, maybe!"
"Hey! Do you prefer the head instead of ass? "Shouted the other, the teeth of the dinosaur biting load a few inches from his face.
Forlan growled something unintelligible, which looks a lot like a curse to very, very bad and so, little by little he and Suarez laughed and crossed himself to tease him when and if this mess of lizards was over.
In the end, at least Diego was able to roll behind the beast, grab Lugano for the shirt, tell him to shut up and then drag with no grace to the edge of the forest. Suarez, Maxi Muslera and they turn the dinosaur still a bit 'and then, one after the other, they seek refuge Forlane not too far from the captain. The Tyrannosaurus Rex let out a mighty roar that sounded chilling the air and then realized he lost sight of them and began to sniff around.
The boys looked at each other, and especially looked Forlan, looking very puzzled. "Now what do we do?" Churches at the end Muslera.
"If we do not find a solution, we can always throw back Lugano."
Suarez The captain turned and looked at him very badly, then the head of the tyrannosaurus peeped over their hiding place.
And that was the last thing they saw.

*

"I told you I was afraid, Diego!"
Forlan had not woken up. That is, he woke up in the moment, but Edinson when he started talking, he was still sleeping , but this did not seem to have constituted a big problem for him. Not it never was, anyway. That's why Diego did not understand anything of what Edi said, because the speeches addressed to him always began without him. Forlan's life was hell and that hell was called Edinson Cavani.
"You had at least realized that I was asleep?" It was the first thing I asked him, pulling down on the bed and running a hand through his curly blonde hair. He pulled out two leaves and a piece of wood on which he would not investigate immediately.
"Do not sleep, you were passed out," says Cavani, passing a glass of water was found to crave. "But you feel so always, even while you sleep. "
" It 's a curse, with you. "
" But you were the last to open his eyes,' said Cavani. "Everyone else is already eating breakfast. And the national Ghanaian? Poof! Gone, of course. And no roosters, no blood, not even the cauldron. "
Forlan had a terrible headache. He sighed. "Okay, Edi ...." squinted because the light that came through the window was unbearable ... What are you talking about exactly? "
looked Cavani long and also made the rounds to see it from all sides. "Are you sure you're okay?" Churches.
"No, I have a headache and you tell me about roosters."
"Do not you remember anything? The Ghanaians, the curse, the dinosaurs! "Protested Edi.
Diego thought for a moment. This was exactly what he had dreamed. "And how do you know?"
"I know because I was almost eaten alive by a pack of velociraptors in a cave somewhere and who knows when," replied the dark, looking very dejected. "I have saved you, you do not even remember this? "
Forlan shook his head. "We can not have dreamed the same thing!"
"Why do not we all dreamed of," said unnerved Cavani, showing the leg splinted. "See? A week of detention. Tabarez said that unless the semifinal game, it breaks the other so he keeps her company. "
" I need an aspirin. "
" He was in a glass of water, "sighed Cavani . He sat down beside him and rubbed his shoulders. "We You saved everyone. "
" So it would be all right? "Forlan cocked his head to one side, to watch it. "Il. .. Cretaceous, the velociraptor ... "
" And he wanted to eat the tyrannosaurus Lugano, yes. "
Forlan laughed, running a hand over his face. "Edi, it is not possible," he said. "It 's much more likely that we are all addicts. I do not remember, but there is. Suarez is stupid enough to ... "
" We were cursed, " he insisted. "I told you, I will!"
"Edi ..."
"It 's so. Muntari is angry with us because we win the game, so there is the voodoo and sends us among the dinosaurs, convinced that eat us alive, follow me here? "
Forlan sighed resignedly. "No, but I guess you want to go forward."
"I appear away from you and one of those beasts dragging me into his hole. Lugano none of it but you convince everyone else to save me, by the way thank you, then? "
wanted Forlan cry. "And then?" Churches.
"And then he begins to run Lugano risking death and what do you do?"
"What do I do? I do nothing, we save it all together. "
" Exactly! "Edinson exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "We save it all together."
Forlan still did not understand.
"We all work together, team spirit and bam! The spell is broken and here we are, "he concluded Edinson contentedly. "We're a great team."
"And that you found out ... as, exactly? "
" I thought you woke up while I waited, but you never wake up! "Edinson stood up and pulled hard on himself. "Now let's move, when I explained to others how things are, maybe we can present a complaint to FIFA and to eliminate the team from every Ghanaian global competition."
"Edi ..." But the boy was already
; the door and waved. "Do not put spokes in the wheels, Diego, you know that I will do so anyway."
"Right," Forlan pulled on his sweatshirt and sighed.
"By the way," he remembered the other, stopping suddenly at the door. "He called Zaire, it says if recalls. And then you need to call Maria Soledad. "
" But it's your wife! "The blonde protested.
"Yes, but does not believe the history of dinosaurs and wants to talk with you," Edi shrugged. "You have the keys?"
Forlan squandered not even respond, so Edison was already talking about something else.

*

Muslera well settled clean socks and shirts. The
placed neatly on the sides of the bag and felt two fingers on the towel that was lying on the bottom to see how soft it was, so I put it on the two large eggs spotted and covered with other shirts. Finding them was not difficult, the nest of brontosauruses it was in plain sight.
closed the door carefully, and then he put the key in his pocket and went down to breakfast with the other.




Notes:
So I do not know how to justify. This thing has happened because I watched the World Cup and I happened to see Forlan on the screen of a game that now, to be honest, I do not remember what it was. Then the director has encouraged my willingness to slash and showed me Cavani. And then they played well ... and well, here we are. __.
Since I know nothing about football, I could not really write of these people that play was impossible. But I could not even write an AU prendee and complete, although it is widely of my comfort zone, it seemed to me very ridiculous in this case. So I opted for the middle and have them shipped to the Cretaceous (although all those dinosaurs together in the same period there have never been, but ... uh ... come on). The characters are happily invented, especially when you consider that I have heard talk Forlan for the first time four days ago, and was almost shot * cough * pretty much over so ... Epper I enjoyed it, and also re-Sticazzi * cough *
characters that interested me I have tried to characterize them as I needed, others are a bit 'random and I've even confused with each other. Professionalism W \\ O /
The only thing that is really sorry to have forgotten Rifle whole story. It will be for the next. Thanks for reading! \u0026lt;3

Death Watch By Rob White

Vacation + news spread

back tomorrow same mate. ^____^ (Cubed)

Only you can call me at four o'clock at night, after I spent the day between the exam, go jogging, washing the car and go up to 3 times the fourth floor all expenditure that has witch magician. Only you can
four in the morning to make me smile.
threatened with death if they are not at home when, when they know that I will be at the airport. As always
.
I love it. ^_____^ (The twelfth)

And tomorrow is here.

with me. \u0026lt;3

The stop that seem crazy. -_____-
But I, as usual, tell the world and spread love and joy everywhere!
So if you see me surprisingly happy, know that it is not because I have been given to drugs or too much under the sun. ... is because it is here. \u0026lt;3

PS
And then I'm officially on vacation for a while '. In August
are in Madrid. Does not seem true, return to Spain after all these years.
We welcome suggestions on what I should not be missed. ^ ^

Bounty Commercial Lisa Loeb

Summer Contest and summary table of suicide. World Cup 2010

after April - that was a hellish month - I thought I had closed with the various challenges. In short, the mere fact that in June I had a moment of rejection and I have not written a word had to give me a measure of how to behave. But no. I'm back here to announce my ficwriter as suicide, but is not entirely my fault is that I draw so are the creators of the various challenges to make them too attractive banners and cards with great points. I what can I do?

So, in completely random order, I will try to join the HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt of fanfic_italia , which is presented with this wonderful card:

				;

Skull Island: Dino Crisis
Penguin Island: A Question of penguins
palms: Outside the bathroom door
island bow: Ribboned Misunderstanding
Cross: Cross me for good
pirate ship: The calm before the storm


And the bigbangitalia , skipped the 'last year for lack of balls on my part.

Now, since I enrolled in the heat of the moment (and if I remember correctly I have other stuff to be completed), we need a little organization. Let's see ...

HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt - deadline 31 August 2010 (6 +) Big Bang
Italy - deadline September 30 2010 (2)
! Table: Court of Miracles - no time limit (10)
! Table: Tower of the Cliché - no time limit (100 ... 100 ... 100!)

... more than 40-50 that I write fanfiction for months, like. NCLPF.