[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ian Stryder[/color][/h1]
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It wasn't long before Ian lost the girl he had tried to follow. She was fast, somehow faster than him. Maybe long legs. Or big feet. It couldn't be that he was out of shape. That wasn't really possible. He was the image of perfection. At least in his own mind. Yes, big feet were the only things that made sense. Had to be. After walking in the same direction for a couple minutes he paused by a tree. Catching his breath he realized that there was so much to hear out there. Looking past his breath, chirps, tweets, snaps, crunches. The world was filled with so much sound. It was all so different than what he was used to. In space everything was metallic. Machines whirled, gears clicked, and feet stomped around. None of that was present in the woods. It was beautiful in a way. You know, if you were a nerd and into that stuff.

Shaking his head, Ian reached up and wrapped his fingers around the rough bark of a branch. The feeling was strange in his fingers. Nevertheless he gripped it hard and yanked down, snapping it off. It was a very nice branch, straight and true. Not to mention sturdy so it wouldn't break. Pulling out the knife he had found in the wreckage, Ian went to work stripping off extra twigs and bark. Continuing to walk while he worked, he quickly whittled, leaving a trail of wood shavings behind him. Having a background in carpentry was extremely useful in the situation. Anyone observing would quickly be able to tell, from his quick sharp movements, that he was a master at what he was doing. when the stick was successfully stripped of bark, he began carving a dent in the top. It took a little while, because he was having to continually measure. If he had accidentally gone too far he would have to completely start over. Not that there wasn't an abundance of branches. But, eh, effort. 

Forced to stop once again, Ian scavenged through the brush around him. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for. A vine, sturdy enough. Wrapping it around the top of the stick, Ian placed the knife carefully in the carved slot. It fit perfectly. The vine was pulled tight and wrapped several more times, securing the knife to the stick. Brandishing his new spear in his hands, he twirled it around, nearly cutting himself more than once. Grinning at his own masterpiece he stared into the woods daring some monkey thing to come out and try him. He had a fucking spear. Stupid ape. 

While staring out into the woods, Ian became once more aware of the abundance of sounds. And with those abundance of sounds, a small burbling of a stream. Following the sound, he pushed his way under branches and bushes until he stood before it. It seemed like ages since he had taken a full bath. Even if the stream was freezing cold, you would have to shoot him to stop him from going in. Ripping off his shirt once again, he started on his pants and shoes. He was about to be the first man to skinny dip in this world when the feeling that he wasn't alone came over him. His fingers were looped in his boxer shorts at the time. Careful not to freeze up, Ian slid into the water, but slower than if he had been alone. He made sure to stay near to bank, spear close at hand, should he need it. Underneath the water, his body was completely still, but his eyes never stopped for a moment, looking for the source of the feeling.