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Day 11, Main Project

Day 11, Main Project

“Positions, fellows!” David cried to the very, very small band gathered there. They stared at him incredulously before he realised his error and put down his hands. “Oh, yeah, I’m the only one… Okay, I’ll be right back. Keep filming.”

Stepping away from his coworkers, he entered the brushes, making sure to keep them seemingly-untouched. The jungle was dense with vegetation, but most animate forms of life kept away from him. Oh, apart from the mosquitos. Apparently, not even in the depths of the Amazon could the little fuckers be properly escaped. They were just a fact of life, it seemed.

A bit absently, David wondered how far he should go. He’d already stepped through a few thickets he couldn’t quite recognise, so he was pretty sure that the place wouldn’t look especially experienced. Perfect for their purposes. “Alright Cathy, come get me!”

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Funnily enough, within only moments, he suddenly found himself faced with a much more savage looking woman, only a little shorter than Cathy but a fair bit thinner. Her eyes were wild. Had Cathy put in the lenses? Hadn’t they forgotten them? Seamlessly going into character, David pretended to be shocked and frightened. “Oh—oh my god! A real savage, of the infamous Kwaki-people! This people haven’t been seen in several months, and the last one who met them is said to have been kidnapped and murdered…!”

Saying so, David tried to get a peek at the camera that would surely be peeking out of some brush, but found it nowhere. Damn it. But Cathy was still in character, so he might as well finish the cut.

“It is believed that the female members of this terrible tribe are completely subsurvient to their husbands, who are in turn slaves devoted to their evil, chaotic god. Surely, now that she has met me, she will bring to her husband, who might give me to a priest for sacrifice. If I don’t escape soon, I’ll be toast for sure!” And then, with great expectation, he stared at her, and she stared at him.