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thearena2013-10-29 10:12 am
the_marshal) wrote in thearena2013-10-29 10:12 am
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Justice is the one thing you should always find.
WHO| Wyatt, Maximus, and OTA
WHAT| Surviving in general, hunting down Aunamee in particular.
WHERE| Pretty much anywhere except the Compound.
WHEN| Tail end of Week 1, and Week 2
Warnings/Notes| They're trying to find Aunamee in order to kill him, so, yeah, there's that. Also, if you'd like one over the other, or them both, feel free to specify in Subject Line.
Max called it hunting. Wyatt's conscience prickled a bit at that, at first - he'd have preferred tracking - but he didn't quibble over it, and before too awful long, even the little whisper in his head fell quiet. There was no denying what they were planning on doing, and while they might be skipping a few steps there in the middle, he believed the result would have been the same even if this was a place for fair trials.
(And, truth be told, having already done it the once, it was easier to swallow the second time around.)
It needed to be done, and if the Capitol wouldn't, they would.
They traveled during the day. Max never complained, but the Roman was moving along at a noticeably slower clip. Wyatt never mentioned it, but he found excuses - as often as he dared - to pause, to give him a chance to rest and recuperate. The rain, heavy and hot and generally unpleasant, actually helped a fair bit in that respect. Deaf to all but the driving storm, all but blind, they had no choice, but to take refuge where they found it and wait out the downpour.
At night, they camped, taking turns in the bag, one watching over the other's back when the other slept. Waiting out the strange, alien calls of the dark jungle, for the sun to return.
WHAT| Surviving in general, hunting down Aunamee in particular.
WHERE| Pretty much anywhere except the Compound.
WHEN| Tail end of Week 1, and Week 2
Warnings/Notes| They're trying to find Aunamee in order to kill him, so, yeah, there's that. Also, if you'd like one over the other, or them both, feel free to specify in Subject Line.
Max called it hunting. Wyatt's conscience prickled a bit at that, at first - he'd have preferred tracking - but he didn't quibble over it, and before too awful long, even the little whisper in his head fell quiet. There was no denying what they were planning on doing, and while they might be skipping a few steps there in the middle, he believed the result would have been the same even if this was a place for fair trials.
(And, truth be told, having already done it the once, it was easier to swallow the second time around.)
It needed to be done, and if the Capitol wouldn't, they would.
They traveled during the day. Max never complained, but the Roman was moving along at a noticeably slower clip. Wyatt never mentioned it, but he found excuses - as often as he dared - to pause, to give him a chance to rest and recuperate. The rain, heavy and hot and generally unpleasant, actually helped a fair bit in that respect. Deaf to all but the driving storm, all but blind, they had no choice, but to take refuge where they found it and wait out the downpour.
At night, they camped, taking turns in the bag, one watching over the other's back when the other slept. Waiting out the strange, alien calls of the dark jungle, for the sun to return.
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Wyatt had the grace to look sheepish, thumb pausing on Max's cheek as he held up the broken pieces of the spear. He watched the staff tumble end-over-end into the grass and slanted Max a small smile.
"I'm still in one piece though, if that's any consolation," he offered, finishing with Max's cheek and wiping his fingers on the knee of his soiled pants.
Seemed to be at any rate. He hadn't tried to stand or anything yet, but everything seemed to be working as it should.
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He waited until Wyatt was done, and then very carefully stood up, checking himself over before reaching a hand out to help Wyatt up.
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Up on his feet he shifted carefully, checking himself out before reaching out with his other hand to clap Max's shoulder.
"Does a man's ego good to know he rates above the cutlery."
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It was easy to joke about, as it helped keep at bay the truth: that Wyatt rated above just about everything in his life, at this particular moment. And that it couldn't be simply explained by loyalty.
So he chuckled, laughed it off, and tilted his head back in the grass.
"Might as well do a circuit of this side of the island. If he was back in those trees, we may well see his face in the sky tonight."
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"An' when have we ever been that lucky?"
But when he looked back at Max, he was smiling against, flashing the man a wide smirk. "But a day in the sun--" he tilted his head back, the rays indeed pleasant after the dark canopy of the jungle, "--a stroll on the beach, can't say as I can argue with that."
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He nodded as he pulled his bag back up onto his back, glancing out into the grass. Beach. They'd been by it once, but had stuck to the jungle rather than test its edge. Now was as good a time as any.
"The sea it is," He murmured thoughtfully.
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"Come on, Max." He pulled back the tall grass like a curtain, opening a gap for them and waited for Max to step through. "We can trade sea shanties on the way."