thearena | (no subject)

WHO | Wyatt, Neeshka, and NPC Sam
WHAT | Reuniting and it feels so gooood... Also some death.
WHEN | Day Two
WHERE | Let's say... H7, J7ish.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Deathly-death. Some minor swearing from the cowboy.

So far as Wyatt was concerned, this new arena was going a fair-well better than the previous. Sure, it was quite a bit colder, and wetter, this time 'round, but he felt like he understood this place.

And that made a hell of a lot of difference.

He'd come across several small streams, all fresh, and more deer trails than he could count. Following the tracks he'd spotted several of the bigger beasts and spooked up plenty of smaller critters as well - all of which he'd imagined were plenty edible.

He hadn't been wrong.

Using the twine he'd found in his bag-o-goods and sharp rock he'd found, he'd set up a few snares (handy all that practice he'd put in) and one had come up good with a small, but plump, rabbit.

Sure, getting into the thing and cuttin' it down to manageable pieces had been messy without a knife, but with his fire kit he'd at least been able to avoid havin' to eat it raw.

Now, belly full, and with no other immediate concerns, he lingered at one of the shallow streams, washing the blood from his hands and face. As he rinsed his mustache, a gentle, twinkling sort of noise caught his attention and he looked up, and watched as a silver parachuted canister floated gently down to the bank on the other side of the stream.

Threaded | Flat

She didn't know if this was "home", but it sure felt like places she had been camping with her dad. Something about that had sparked the urge to fight in her, and for that she needed supplies.

The cornucopia had been out. But she wasn't against some good old fashion stealing.

The smell of rabbit had called to her growling stomach, and she had watched him long enough to see that the supplies he had could do her good. And the parachute? Just a bit better. He was sorta a risky tribute to take on, but if she lost...well, back to square one.

Waiting in the bushes, she watched for her chance.