Jideh saw the wall rush up from the ground, looming in the darkness. At the same time her heard the scuttling thumps of the spider contruct, and Kanako's prompt all assailed him at once. His idea fell from his mind as though it had never existed, and he began to laugh manically while brushing a hand through his hair. The nervous energy bubbled up through his chest and he felt the gurgling cackle reverberate in his chest. He locked eyes with Kanako and grabbed her wrist.

"No ideas! Just action!"

And true to his word, Jideh stabbed his other hand into his jacket pocket, and as though the goddess of the harvest herself, Demeter, had placed the seed he required in his pocket, Jideh found himself holding a climbing breed of rose. Tossing it at the base of the earthen wall, he surged the plant with energy. His stomach growled loudly, but the creeping vines surged up the height of the wall. Half-dragging, half-climbing, Jideh led Kanako on top of the wall. Once they reached the top, Jideh muttered an apology before using his spade the hack the vines so that they fell back to the floor.

And finally, Jideh dropped back onto his rear, sighing. Almost at his limit. The boy dug deep and pressed his fingers to the edge of the wall. Where there had been soil and dirt, there was now smooth polished stone. At least, that was the idea. The surface actually ended up resembling more of a rough and brittle igneous formation. 

"I got you... Up... High," Jideh gasped. "Your turn."

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Jordan traipsed through the brush, wandering far afield in search of more children to spray. As he scanned the environs, he heard a rustle. Freezing, Jordan turned his head carefully. His squinting eyes spotted a...

[i]A WOMAN HANGING FROM A TREE?[/i] Jordan yelped and sprang back, dropping his water gun and clanking loudly. He blinked and saw who was actually hovering, not hanging, above him. His fear increased, and Jordan gingerly felt for his water gun. Luck was not on his side. His seeking hand brushed the heavy waterarm and sent it spinning OUT of the bushes that concealed his lewd graffiti and out into plain view of its referred party. A party whom was carrying a great many dangerous looking sticks and a NOOSE, even if she was currently wearing the rope as a macabre practical joke.

Jordan wasn't laughing. Although he was shaking. Violently. His mouth tried to form words, and yet all that came out was a sad sort of "Gurrrgh?"

At long last his severely impeded brain kicked in and on the decidedly unlikely chance she had missed his gaffe, he hurriedly swept the gun back into the brush with a blast of earth. At the same time, he choked on his spit before croaking out a pitiable "Hullo Cathy. Fancy meeting you round these parts."

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