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[hirodynamic]

Who: Hiro and *Soulja Boy voice* YOUUUUUuuuuuu
What: Building traps and surviving.
Where: The pine forest.
When: Sometime after the snow melts, early evening.
Warnings: Nothing right now!



[The name of the game, for Hiro at least, has just been survival. He has no desire to fight anyone--and according to his research, more tributes die from things like starvation or exposure than fighting, anyway. Therefore, he plans each day carefully and methodically-- Find shelter, hunt for food, store it carefully, build a defense, and hide. Rinse and repeat.

He'd managed to find a nice crop of trees to hole himself away in, and had built himself a small shelter out of snow, at least until it had all melted away. Now he's dealing with nothing but mud, but he works on that to his advantage, digging out a pit around his new shelter (a hollowed-out tree trunk) to cover with thin twigs and brush to create a trap.

He doesn't want to fight anyone, doesn't want to hurt anyone. But if someone trips and falls into the pit and gets stuck in the mud, well. That's their fault.]

Comments

[silberfuchs]

And someone does. There's little noise aside from the splintering of wet foliage and a thick, damp plop as someone heavy lands in the covered moat around the hollow tree. Albert doesn't cry out when he lands in the muck, doesn't curse as much as he would like out, but instead spits whatever mud had gotten in his mouth and stays put.

He has his spear-slash-walking stick and he's not so short as to be completely buried; the edge of the pit looks to him like it would hit his chest if he were to stand fully and he could easily climb out so long as he can manage to find purchase on the ground around the hole, but he doesn't simply pop his head up for an easy target. Instead, he stays there for some time, waiting to see who comes to check the trap.

[hirodynamic]

[There's a stretch of silence, and then Hiro peeks his head out from behind a bush to peer at what he'd caught. Building the trap had been easy enough--building things was always easy--but what to do afterward? He hadn't even thought about it.

Once he's sure the person hasn't clawed out yet, he steps out to check on the trap, holding a sharp stick he'd found with both hands.]

Hands where I can see them!

[silberfuchs]

A child. He'd figured, though now the depth of the hole dug in cold ground is more impressive despite it not being deep enough to actually hold a fully grown adult. The stick held fast in the boy's hands is no real cause for concern either considering he's not sure his captor has the strength to actually do much more than scratch him with it, less so if he hits a metal arm or leg. Still, no need to further terrorize the already scared kid.

Albert stands up within the hole, mud dropping in clumps from his clothes and puts his hands up, leaving his own stick leaning against the side of the pit. "Nice trap."