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thearena2013-10-31 09:56 am
formersurgeon) wrote in thearena2013-10-31 09:56 am
Entry tags:
Survival
Who| Sherlock, the Watsons, and OTA
What| Like it says on the tin
Where| The jungle
When| End of week 1, early week 2
Warnings/Notes| Sherlock, John and Joan are all available here to thread with, one of them, two of them, or all three. Just specify who in the subject line!
Surviving in the jungle hadn't been easy on the three of them. Among them, only John had any real outdoor survival experience prior to the Arenas, and that had been for deserts, mostly. Sherlock had plenty of theoretical knowledge on the subject, but not much practical experience beyond the previous Arenas. And as far as survival techniques went, Joan was the most useless of the three.
Regardless, they were making it work. They had picked a decent spot to set up camp, managed to keep their supplies passably dry, and took turns scouting or keeping watch while at least one of them stayed at the camp. That one was frequently John, since he had to stay off his injured leg as much as possible. Joan checked his stitches every day, and so far there hadn't been any major problems.
It was a relatively comfortable setup, but Joan knew it couldn't last. They were already running low on food, and eventually they would have to worry about the wrong type of person finding them. The kind of person who wanted to win. If they could only hold out a couple more days, until John's wound is sufficiently healed...
What| Like it says on the tin
Where| The jungle
When| End of week 1, early week 2
Warnings/Notes| Sherlock, John and Joan are all available here to thread with, one of them, two of them, or all three. Just specify who in the subject line!
Surviving in the jungle hadn't been easy on the three of them. Among them, only John had any real outdoor survival experience prior to the Arenas, and that had been for deserts, mostly. Sherlock had plenty of theoretical knowledge on the subject, but not much practical experience beyond the previous Arenas. And as far as survival techniques went, Joan was the most useless of the three.
Regardless, they were making it work. They had picked a decent spot to set up camp, managed to keep their supplies passably dry, and took turns scouting or keeping watch while at least one of them stayed at the camp. That one was frequently John, since he had to stay off his injured leg as much as possible. Joan checked his stitches every day, and so far there hadn't been any major problems.
It was a relatively comfortable setup, but Joan knew it couldn't last. They were already running low on food, and eventually they would have to worry about the wrong type of person finding them. The kind of person who wanted to win. If they could only hold out a couple more days, until John's wound is sufficiently healed...
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After all, there was great popular interest in relationships like Maximus and Wyatt. And Sherlock and John, for god's sake.
"Regardless, yes, Sherlock could stand to be more kind once in a while. That doesn't mean he's necessarily wrong."
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He cut himself off, irritable and flushed with anger. He didn't want to keep talking to either of them- particularly as most of the things he wanted to say could potentially harm opinions of them, himself and Howard in the Capitol.
"Drop it. If you really want to be concerned, you can do it once we're all dead and every single thing we say isn't broadcast to the entire nation for them to pick apart and gossip about. Alright? Enough. Let's focus on the bloody dinosaurs."
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"I will go and focus on the bloody dinosaurs," He snapped before turning and immediately stomping off into the woods. He didn't look back.
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"Clearly this is personal for you," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I understand you wanting to protect Howard. If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed that I didn't say Howard was one way or the other. But either way, think about this. Think about what is best for Howard and yourself. If not now, then when things are more calm."
She turned away and walked off, into the woods, in the opposite direction from Sherlock.