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WHO| Leonard McCoy, OPEN!
WHAT| Trying to make it on his own, find allies, and yes: be a doctor and help people
WHEN| Week 2, evening
WHERE| Forest
WARNING| None right now! Open to anything and will update as-needed.
"Damnit."
It was his word of the day, if not his lifetime. Stuck outside, in the middle of a damn rainstorm (just how angry could the skies be, that they'd been bemoaning this long, like a put-out teenager?), with the dark settling in, not knowing up from down. His clothes were soaked through, and as nice as the cover from the trees was, the sound of droplets smacking into the leaves was rendering him incapable of hearing anything else.
Like the snakes that were slithering through the tall grass. He'd spotted enough of those today to last him a lifetime.
Other so-called 'tributes' might be another thing to keep an eye out for. But... as far as Leonard was concerned? Whatever sick game they'd been signed up for, he had very little interest in playing. From what he'd seen of the others, they were mostly kids; he was supposed to kill a kid?
No chance in hell. Even if that's exactly where he seemed to be.
WHAT| Trying to make it on his own, find allies, and yes: be a doctor and help people
WHEN| Week 2, evening
WHERE| Forest
WARNING| None right now! Open to anything and will update as-needed.
"Damnit."
It was his word of the day, if not his lifetime. Stuck outside, in the middle of a damn rainstorm (just how angry could the skies be, that they'd been bemoaning this long, like a put-out teenager?), with the dark settling in, not knowing up from down. His clothes were soaked through, and as nice as the cover from the trees was, the sound of droplets smacking into the leaves was rendering him incapable of hearing anything else.
Like the snakes that were slithering through the tall grass. He'd spotted enough of those today to last him a lifetime.
Other so-called 'tributes' might be another thing to keep an eye out for. But... as far as Leonard was concerned? Whatever sick game they'd been signed up for, he had very little interest in playing. From what he'd seen of the others, they were mostly kids; he was supposed to kill a kid?
No chance in hell. Even if that's exactly where he seemed to be.
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"Oooow," he said quietly as he lay there in the mud. He sounded more annoyed with himself for losing his footing than in pain. "Ugh, these stupid shoes."
They were so flimsy compared to the ones he had back home. He was used to having claws to grip the ground with.
McCoy would get a better view of him now as he sat up, a young man maybe in his early twenties, on the shorter side. He was shirtless, his skin tanned and weathered, his hair unkempt. His body was striped with tiger-like markings that weren't washing off in the rain.
Another thing that wasn't washing off in the rain was the dried blood staining the skin of his cheek and his hands.
So far he hadn't seemed to have spotted McCoy yet.
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"Most folks would blame gravity, not the shoes. Points for originality." Grumped at him, gingerly, as he made his way over. No lurking, no stalking, no hiding; he caught wind of some of the blood on his skin, and between that and the fall, it was possible he was injured.
"That was a hard fall, soft ground or no; anything feel dislocated?"
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That knife was also stained with dried blood, only just starting to fleck off in the rain, now making it clear that the blood that stained the man's hands and face was possibly not his own. His gaze was sharp, cautious.
"I'm used to shoes with claws," he said. "Made from the feet of a wolfbear. Better traction. Why blame grabbity when it's just doing its job?"
He did have a vague concept of gravity. He'd made it up. There had to be a name for the invisible hands that pulled things back to the ground after they went up and since they were grabby, he'd decided "grabbity" was appropriate.
As he climbed carefully to his feet, adjusting his little pack made of woven vines at his shoulder, he went on, "Now, this is the part where I have to figure out whether or not you're going to try to kill me, or if you're one of the many people here that don't seem to want to kill anyone else. Who I pity tremendously, by the way, so if you're one of them you have a much better chance of surviving the next five minutes."
He leaned his head to the side, as if to say, 'On the other hand.' "If you aren't one of them, if you try to attack me, then you'll find out why I'm the kind of person that has shoes made of the feet of a horribly scary animal back home. Understand?"
Those were a hunter's eyes staring back at McCoy. The eyes of an apex predator from a world full of predators. McCoy had to say the right things to make them human again.
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Lips pursing as he went on, he slowly went to fold his arms, tilting his head to the side. He made no move to go for a weapon, if he had one, or to retreat; he wanted a look at that ankle, one way or another. ...Regardless of whose blood that was, against the kid's skin.
"'Grabbity', huh. Well, fair enough. But it was still a hard fall. And I don't care what kind of shoes you wore back home, or why; we aren't home. We're here, and regardless of where we are, I'm a doctor, not a murderer." He paused, raising a brow a little, maybe fronting a little also. Acting a little braver than he really felt.
But he didn't think the kid would really lash out.
"Name's McCoy, and I have no intention of harming you." He nodded towards his feet. "But I do want to know if your ankle feels all right."
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It had been a warning but as McCoy seemed to have gotten the message, Guy relaxed a little bit - though the knife stayed out. But he lowered it at least, and made a bit of a display of doing so, so that McCoy would understand he meant no harm.
He wiggled his ankle a little bit.
"Ankle's fine. Trust me, I've definitely had worse. You're a doctor, huh? I already ran into one of those. Hawkeye said you're supposed to be healers, that your job is to help people. He took it pretty seriously."
Which made Guy look at McCoy with pity. It had to be hard to be someone who'd taken on a duty, a calling, of helping people and then winding up thrown into a situation where all everyone wanted to do was kill each other.
"I'm Guy. Guy Crood. Are you unarmed? You really need to hide instead of getting people's attention like you just got mine." He shook his head. "There seem to be a lot of you that don't want to fight back but not everyone here is like me."
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"Name's McCoy, Leonard McCoy. Good luck about that ankle, kid. No, I'm not armed. And as for the fighting back... trust me, I'm not as soft as I look. But where I come from, we fight in self-defense, not to attack. And where I am now? Seems like a doctor might come in handy." He shook his head now, heaving a sigh. "Don't know how useful I'd make myself, hiding up a tree."
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Guy was sad because he'd just found out today that there were people who dedicated their lives to helping make sick people get better and that the only reason he'd that found out was because they'd been thrown into a death match with him.
"You look pretty much soaked. I could set you up a little bit of shelter so you have somewhere a little drier until the rain stops. I could probably use some time out of the rain myself." He added, "It wouldn't be hiding up a tree, more hiding under one. Just for now. And we could talk."
Kindness was something he felt should be rewarded with kindness. Guy felt that someone running into the line of sight of a person that might kill them just to make sure they weren't hurt should be treated with compassion in turn.
And while he couldn't help someone with their wounds, he could make a decent shelter from the rain out of leaves.
"I want to - I want to know people. Here." He tried to find the right words. Sometimes when something was more complicated, it was harder, after all that time he'd only had Belt. Belt understood complicated things without Guy have to explain them that much. "So that when I start to get hungrier and hurt and more desperate, I don't forget the people here are all human. And in case some of us don't come back. The least we can all do is remember."
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"Sure, kid, sure. I'll tell you what; I'll make some flooring out of the sticks and leaves around here, get us up off the floor." Best way to stay alive in the wild. The chill always came from the ground. "You deal with the rest of the sehlter. Then we'll sit, and we'll talk." He agreed, giving him another, singular nod; one of respect.
"..Sounds like you've got a good heart. Sorry that you're mixed up in this, but you have the right idea about it. For now, let's focus on building a place to cool our heels. Then, we'll chat; all right?"
Poor kid. He couldn't imagine the kind of gall it took, facing off people like this against one another. Barbaric.
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Guy thought it was such a waste. He'd spent nights looking up at the stars with Eep wondering what the future might someday hold, thinking about the infinite possibilities of existence. The "future" (if it was his world's future at all and not just a parallel world that was more advanced) was a disappointment.
In any case, four hands made quick work of the shelter and Guy was quiet until they were finished. He'd done a good job with the leaves, tying large waxen ones together with vines in a way that caused all the water to get funneled to the edges of their little makeshift roof.
"There we go. Could probably use a better decor - you know, some hand-prints on the walls. Maybe some walls to put hand-prints on." He grinned over at McCoy, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "But otherwise, it looks pretty good to me."
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"Whole place could use better decor, if you ask me. And I don't have an eye for it." He gave the structure a firm hand, giving it a gentle shake, and nodding that it was sound. "You did a damn good job, kid. Coulda probably taught the Academy class on wilderness survival."
...Granted, there hadn't been a class tailored quite for this ever before. He hadn't though any species; much less man; capable of this kind of cruelty.
Shooting him another smile, to match his mirth, he rolled his shoulders back, relaxing into the joking, a little bit. Felt more normal, more real. Human connection, kindness, working together.
An improvement, on the bleak landscape.
"Looks more than good. You can feel free to put a handprint on anything you want. Its your work."
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Then he wiped his hand off on his pants and climbed in.
"Wilderness survival is, um, living?" Guy said. "Where I come from. That is what we do all the time. I don't know what a class is but if people don't know it where I come from, they don't make it."