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thearena2015-01-23 06:46 pm
actually112) wrote in thearena2015-01-23 06:46 pm
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Nearly every inch of us on the line
Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang is running around setting stuff up for survival.
Where| The marshlands, the pine forest, and the caves.
When| Early Week 0.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence, depending on who tags. Otherwise, I'll update.
A
There is a small child sitting on the pine-covered forest floor, his legs crossed, his hands outstretched, and his eyes closed. His hands face palms-up, and between each finger is a different kind of berry—specifically, the strange berries artificially created by the Capitol at some point, instead of naturally-occurring ones.
Any time there’s a whisper of humans—whether if it’s a change in the way the wind blows, or a vibration in the ground from footsteps—he disappears up the nearest tree like a squirrel. Otherwise, he sits and he waits.
Eventually, after a long time of stillness, deer who were previously keeping their distance begin to laze around near him. He doesn’t move. He keeps his eyes closed and his hands out, motionless.
And then a fawn wobbles closer before snuffling his hands. It sits on the ground, then puts its mouth over his fingers, wetly grabbing some berries and leaving others behind.
Aang opens his eyes and looks at his hands to see which berries the deer didn’t eat.
“Thanks.” Now he knows which ones the animals consider safe to eat. He smiles at the fawn and gently pets its nose without the other deer even twitching their ears in alarm.
B
The marsh isn’t as nice as the forest, but he needs the reeds and mud.
The first thing he does is cover himself in the mud. It wards off predators and insects, which is helpful with all the blood-sucking things buzzing in the air. He has no doubt that there are predators as well as deer in the woods, and he would prefer to avoid them.
He gives the geese a wide berth. Some of them were eyeing him funny when he got a little close, so he tries to stay far away. He cuts away the reeds he needs and starts weaving things at the edge of the pond, humming softly to himself to cut through the silence.
So a little humming boy can be found by the pond and bog, avoiding geese, cutting reeds, and weaving baskets.
C
When he finds the caves, he knows he’s found prime real estate. He picks a little one far from the river, which happens to be difficult enough to get to that he doesn’t think many people will just wander in. All he needs is a little shelter; hopefully, the adults will be too busy fighting each other over the bigger caves to bother him about his own.
He rigs a trap outside of the mouth of the cave, though. It’s just a crude tripwire made of reeds intended to drop a lot of rocks (though not enough to actually hurt someone) onto whoever trips it. Hopefully, the noise would be enough to alert him to a possible attack before it happens.
What| Aang is running around setting stuff up for survival.
Where| The marshlands, the pine forest, and the caves.
When| Early Week 0.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence, depending on who tags. Otherwise, I'll update.
A
There is a small child sitting on the pine-covered forest floor, his legs crossed, his hands outstretched, and his eyes closed. His hands face palms-up, and between each finger is a different kind of berry—specifically, the strange berries artificially created by the Capitol at some point, instead of naturally-occurring ones.
Any time there’s a whisper of humans—whether if it’s a change in the way the wind blows, or a vibration in the ground from footsteps—he disappears up the nearest tree like a squirrel. Otherwise, he sits and he waits.
Eventually, after a long time of stillness, deer who were previously keeping their distance begin to laze around near him. He doesn’t move. He keeps his eyes closed and his hands out, motionless.
And then a fawn wobbles closer before snuffling his hands. It sits on the ground, then puts its mouth over his fingers, wetly grabbing some berries and leaving others behind.
Aang opens his eyes and looks at his hands to see which berries the deer didn’t eat.
“Thanks.” Now he knows which ones the animals consider safe to eat. He smiles at the fawn and gently pets its nose without the other deer even twitching their ears in alarm.
B
The marsh isn’t as nice as the forest, but he needs the reeds and mud.
The first thing he does is cover himself in the mud. It wards off predators and insects, which is helpful with all the blood-sucking things buzzing in the air. He has no doubt that there are predators as well as deer in the woods, and he would prefer to avoid them.
He gives the geese a wide berth. Some of them were eyeing him funny when he got a little close, so he tries to stay far away. He cuts away the reeds he needs and starts weaving things at the edge of the pond, humming softly to himself to cut through the silence.
So a little humming boy can be found by the pond and bog, avoiding geese, cutting reeds, and weaving baskets.
C
When he finds the caves, he knows he’s found prime real estate. He picks a little one far from the river, which happens to be difficult enough to get to that he doesn’t think many people will just wander in. All he needs is a little shelter; hopefully, the adults will be too busy fighting each other over the bigger caves to bother him about his own.
He rigs a trap outside of the mouth of the cave, though. It’s just a crude tripwire made of reeds intended to drop a lot of rocks (though not enough to actually hurt someone) onto whoever trips it. Hopefully, the noise would be enough to alert him to a possible attack before it happens.
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"They're... alive. And healthy. So they've been eating things that aren't killing them."
He's not sure if he should be trying to explain this. Maybe he should just go.
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"Yeah but how did they figure out what wouldn't kill them without dying? Do you think there was just like...a bunch of dead animals laying around this bush and all the other animals were like "Oh I guess we can't eat those." or do you think they can smell it or something?"
These are the important questions that plague our times. How do deer communicate?
If she noticed his discomfort though she didn't react to it.
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If these questions mean anything, it's that explaining will take more effort than it's worth. He prepares himself to start jumping to other branches and just leave.
"Good luck finding something to eat." He thinks.
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"What a weirdo." She mumbled shrugging her shoulders and stalking after the deer she had scared. Maybe it would come back for the berries?