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thearena2015-02-06 09:47 pm
anachronologistics) wrote in thearena2015-02-06 09:47 pm
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Who| Davesprite and YOU
What| Birdboy fails at bird instincts to get him through this arena
Where| Marshland/grassland area
When| Second week of the arena going into the third.
Warnings/Notes| Bartering beer, and the ingestion of berries that probably shouldn't be ingested. Also language, and Davesprite likely getting sick as a dog. Will update if necessary!
I...
While he comes out of the Cornucopia unscathed, he comes out empty-handed. Well, no, that's not entirely true: he's pretty sure there are some people who would find a case of beer and a lack of injuries anything but empty-handed. But the fact of the matter is that a case of beer is going to do shit for him in this place; it might have been better if he just hadn't wasted the time and energy going for it. He probably should just toss this case of shit in the river or something.
Nah. There's bound to be one jackass willing to give up a goddamn sandwich for an ice cold beer. Might as well try and put it to work. For the first couple nights, he sets up a (warm, but pretty pathetic) campfire in the hopes that someone might come to him. Don't let him fool you, he's pretty prepared to get to his feet and defend himself if need be, but the ultimate goal is some good, old-fashioned bartering.
"Hey," he'll mutter to anyone who happens nearby, provided they don't greet him first. "Wanna buy some shit?"
At least hand it to the boy for trying to keep a sense of humor in this fucking cold.
II...
So, bartering for beer is not as lucrative as he had initially thought. Either that, or he's severely underestimated most of the jackasses here. He still has a couple of bottles left -- all things considered, he isn't really sure why he's still holding onto them at all -- and he's hungry as hell.
As much as he'd rather a goddamn hamburger, he settles for scavenging, and spends a good amount of time filling the pockets of his windbreaker up with berries as he works his way to what appears to be some caves. Well, no, caves usually indicate a system of some kind. This is more like a large alcove formed by a couple of rocks that had settled together over time. It's big enough for three people at the most. Either way, the snow is starting to fall, and his feet are soaking wet in his boots, so he settles for stopping there for the night.
Or maybe several nights. Who knows, it looks like the snow is coming down hard.
Berries and beer by campfire. Come join him. There's positively no way that this could go wrong.
What| Birdboy fails at bird instincts to get him through this arena
Where| Marshland/grassland area
When| Second week of the arena going into the third.
Warnings/Notes| Bartering beer, and the ingestion of berries that probably shouldn't be ingested. Also language, and Davesprite likely getting sick as a dog. Will update if necessary!
I...
While he comes out of the Cornucopia unscathed, he comes out empty-handed. Well, no, that's not entirely true: he's pretty sure there are some people who would find a case of beer and a lack of injuries anything but empty-handed. But the fact of the matter is that a case of beer is going to do shit for him in this place; it might have been better if he just hadn't wasted the time and energy going for it. He probably should just toss this case of shit in the river or something.
Nah. There's bound to be one jackass willing to give up a goddamn sandwich for an ice cold beer. Might as well try and put it to work. For the first couple nights, he sets up a (warm, but pretty pathetic) campfire in the hopes that someone might come to him. Don't let him fool you, he's pretty prepared to get to his feet and defend himself if need be, but the ultimate goal is some good, old-fashioned bartering.
"Hey," he'll mutter to anyone who happens nearby, provided they don't greet him first. "Wanna buy some shit?"
At least hand it to the boy for trying to keep a sense of humor in this fucking cold.
II...
So, bartering for beer is not as lucrative as he had initially thought. Either that, or he's severely underestimated most of the jackasses here. He still has a couple of bottles left -- all things considered, he isn't really sure why he's still holding onto them at all -- and he's hungry as hell.
As much as he'd rather a goddamn hamburger, he settles for scavenging, and spends a good amount of time filling the pockets of his windbreaker up with berries as he works his way to what appears to be some caves. Well, no, caves usually indicate a system of some kind. This is more like a large alcove formed by a couple of rocks that had settled together over time. It's big enough for three people at the most. Either way, the snow is starting to fall, and his feet are soaking wet in his boots, so he settles for stopping there for the night.
Or maybe several nights. Who knows, it looks like the snow is coming down hard.
Berries and beer by campfire. Come join him. There's positively no way that this could go wrong.
2
Thankfully it doesn't come to that. About halfway through the brush Gary catches sight of a pair of wings in the shadow of the firelight, and instantly he knows that there's nothing to worry about. All stealth is abandoned as he starts jogging towards the overhang.
"Hey, sugartits!" Gary waves an enthusiastic hand over his head. "Got room for one more? I'm freezing my balls off out here!"
2
She doesn't, of course. She rations, she shares supplies with others. Right now the thing that draw's Nill to the cave-like alcove is the fire. She's surprised when she steps around the corner and sees just who it is that's sitting beside the fire. Well hey there, Davesprite.