hery
the fool
code by low fidelity.
Lex moved in closer to inspect the buried treasure, which Alex was unearthing at an impressive rate. His heart pounded due to the anticipation of what, if anything, the trio would find. A part of Lex knew that it very well could have been his electromagnetic properties that set off the metal detector, but unfortunately he wasn't nearly well-versed enough in physics to ascertain if that made any sense at all. In fact, they could have coincidentally stumbled upon the treasure right off the bat after all. The chances of that weren't so slim...right?
He bit his lip, squeezing his clammy palms as flecks of dirt flew into the air. The slim possibility that the three truly had come across buried treasure was enough to keep Lex from passing out; if this thing worked out in their favor, they'd be local legends!
The blonde boy smiled timidly at Sam, who once again proved himself as the more animated and expressive of the two. "I really hope so," he remarked casually, praying to whatever god would listen that there was at least something down that hole to save himself the awkwardness of playing stupid. At this rate, Lex was beginning to realize that playing stupid was already a natural gift of his. His eyes wandered down to Sam's hands, which seemed to be holding the metal detector in a rather awkward position. He didn't think much of it, given the fact that just about everything Sam did was awkward.
Then again, who was Lex to talk?
"I mean, I like gemstones..." Lex mumbled, suddenly self-conscious of his previous assertion about diamonds, failing to recognize that he should have been self-conscious of the fact that metal detectors can't pick up diamonds at all.
He felt a pit in his stomach as his two friends reacted to what was inside the hole. Something was off; those weren't the cries of two teenagers that had struck gold. His natural cowardice pressured him not to look at all, but his sick sense of curiosity got the better of him and he peered into the hole.
"Oh..." he muttered, feeling as though his spirit was deflating. He couldn't move his feet nor take his eyes off, as awful as the sight was. "That's really sad..." he stated softly, overcome with sorrow for the carcass they'd uncovered. He ran through just about fifty scenarios about a poor, lost dog or someone's cherished pet before he pulled himself out of it. He didn't really have an idea how to react to this discovery, instead stuck frozen in place as his friends gave much more heightened reactions.
Lex kicked some dirt back into the hole with his foot, hanging his head with shame over not only desecrating a grave and sloppily covering it back up, but also because he hadn't fallen on his butt or screamed or anything. Was that what the dog would have wanted? If Lex was a pile of dog bones, he wouldn't have wanted the people that found him to feel bad, but unfortunately that wasn't a likely case for all ghost doggies watching from above.
And then there was the question of the dog's religious affiliation and whether or not it was watching from above at all, but that's a quandary for another afternoon.
The solemn boy turned around to offer Sam a hand back up. "I don't know... but I wish that hadn't happened." He thought up an idea about how the dog perhaps had a gold tooth and that was what set off the metal detector, but perhaps making that comment would be in poor taste. "Alex, you're strong. Could you, like, pull it off of him or something?" he requested, hesitant to make contact with the erratic machine. He sent the jock a nervous look, uncomfortable with the whole situation.
Lex felt a jolt in his heart after Sam's own request, unsure if relinquishing his metal detector was the best idea. It would look undoubtedly peculiar to have one metal detector ringing like mad and one silent as Lex when called on in class. After all, his should have been the exact same as Sam's, with the exception of the sensitivity cranked all the way down. While that may have defeated the purpose of going metal detecting in the first place, Lex had planned to just pretend as Sam found the real treasure. How was he supposed to know the gung-ho nerd would mess with his settings so much? The frequency or sensitivity or whatever on Sam's must have been completely out of whack.
No, he wasn't to blame... it was stupid of Lex to take this risk at all, given the obvious interactions between his electric abilities and the mechanisms inside the metal detectors. What would Sam think if he noticed Lex's metal detector set specifically to pick up nothing? Thanks to the bones, Lex was 99% sure he'd set off the metal detector after all.
"Y-yeah, sure," he replied, practically forcing the words off of his lips. He held the metal detector out to Sam, praying he was just overreacting and that Sam wouldn't jump to the conclusion that he was a manipulator of electromagnetic waves. Who would care about some stupid sensitivity dial?
Sam. Sam would.
Probably.
Hopefully not.
He left a thin layer of sweat from his clammy hands on the handle. Luckily it wasn't adhesive, so... Sam wouldn't have to deal with weird sticky troubles on both of the tools. He looked his friend in the eye, working mental overtime to come off oblivious. "What do you think's wrong with them?"
He bit his lip, squeezing his clammy palms as flecks of dirt flew into the air. The slim possibility that the three truly had come across buried treasure was enough to keep Lex from passing out; if this thing worked out in their favor, they'd be local legends!
The blonde boy smiled timidly at Sam, who once again proved himself as the more animated and expressive of the two. "I really hope so," he remarked casually, praying to whatever god would listen that there was at least something down that hole to save himself the awkwardness of playing stupid. At this rate, Lex was beginning to realize that playing stupid was already a natural gift of his. His eyes wandered down to Sam's hands, which seemed to be holding the metal detector in a rather awkward position. He didn't think much of it, given the fact that just about everything Sam did was awkward.
Then again, who was Lex to talk?
"I mean, I like gemstones..." Lex mumbled, suddenly self-conscious of his previous assertion about diamonds, failing to recognize that he should have been self-conscious of the fact that metal detectors can't pick up diamonds at all.
He felt a pit in his stomach as his two friends reacted to what was inside the hole. Something was off; those weren't the cries of two teenagers that had struck gold. His natural cowardice pressured him not to look at all, but his sick sense of curiosity got the better of him and he peered into the hole.
"Oh..." he muttered, feeling as though his spirit was deflating. He couldn't move his feet nor take his eyes off, as awful as the sight was. "That's really sad..." he stated softly, overcome with sorrow for the carcass they'd uncovered. He ran through just about fifty scenarios about a poor, lost dog or someone's cherished pet before he pulled himself out of it. He didn't really have an idea how to react to this discovery, instead stuck frozen in place as his friends gave much more heightened reactions.
Lex kicked some dirt back into the hole with his foot, hanging his head with shame over not only desecrating a grave and sloppily covering it back up, but also because he hadn't fallen on his butt or screamed or anything. Was that what the dog would have wanted? If Lex was a pile of dog bones, he wouldn't have wanted the people that found him to feel bad, but unfortunately that wasn't a likely case for all ghost doggies watching from above.
And then there was the question of the dog's religious affiliation and whether or not it was watching from above at all, but that's a quandary for another afternoon.
The solemn boy turned around to offer Sam a hand back up. "I don't know... but I wish that hadn't happened." He thought up an idea about how the dog perhaps had a gold tooth and that was what set off the metal detector, but perhaps making that comment would be in poor taste. "Alex, you're strong. Could you, like, pull it off of him or something?" he requested, hesitant to make contact with the erratic machine. He sent the jock a nervous look, uncomfortable with the whole situation.
Lex felt a jolt in his heart after Sam's own request, unsure if relinquishing his metal detector was the best idea. It would look undoubtedly peculiar to have one metal detector ringing like mad and one silent as Lex when called on in class. After all, his should have been the exact same as Sam's, with the exception of the sensitivity cranked all the way down. While that may have defeated the purpose of going metal detecting in the first place, Lex had planned to just pretend as Sam found the real treasure. How was he supposed to know the gung-ho nerd would mess with his settings so much? The frequency or sensitivity or whatever on Sam's must have been completely out of whack.
No, he wasn't to blame... it was stupid of Lex to take this risk at all, given the obvious interactions between his electric abilities and the mechanisms inside the metal detectors. What would Sam think if he noticed Lex's metal detector set specifically to pick up nothing? Thanks to the bones, Lex was 99% sure he'd set off the metal detector after all.
"Y-yeah, sure," he replied, practically forcing the words off of his lips. He held the metal detector out to Sam, praying he was just overreacting and that Sam wouldn't jump to the conclusion that he was a manipulator of electromagnetic waves. Who would care about some stupid sensitivity dial?
Sam. Sam would.
Probably.
Hopefully not.
He left a thin layer of sweat from his clammy hands on the handle. Luckily it wasn't adhesive, so... Sam wouldn't have to deal with weird sticky troubles on both of the tools. He looked his friend in the eye, working mental overtime to come off oblivious. "What do you think's wrong with them?"
