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thearena2015-02-09 06:12 pm
honeyibrokeharlem) wrote in thearena2015-02-09 06:12 pm
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The thunder plays its drum
WHO| Bruce Banner and YOU
WHAT| Bruce is going trapping. Who knows who he'll meet around the arena?
WHEN| Backdated to the first week
WHERE| The woods, the river, the pond, anywhere with game.
WARNINGS| Death of animals, some description of butchering/tanning hide. Possible violence depending on whether someone confronts him or not.
A
Little traps made of berries, reeds, branches, animal sinew--really, any sort of resource they can find around the arena--are scattered around the arena. A ragged man bundled in a parka and carrying a long stick with a sharpened animal bone at the end walks to each trap, his footsteps unusually quiet for his size, and he always cautiously looks around before bending down and checking the traps for animals. When he finds them, their deaths are usually swift and merciful. Quick strikes to the head to minimize bleeding, and he ties their legs together with treated sinew taken from previous victims so he can more effectively carry them over his shoulder.
B
After he's checked most of his traps, he sits by the river and butchers some of the meat. Blood runs into the river, minimizing the mess that might lead others to his base. He uses every piece of the animals--tendons, sinew, bone, meat... even the organs have their uses. He puts things like stomachs and bladders and brains aside for more treatment. They'll be useful for waterskins and tanning the hides, which he also works on fleshing and cleaning. He uses sharpened bones for all the cutting--soon, he'll make a proper knife out of bone.
But he still has his spear right next to him, just in case someone decides to try grabbing some of his work without his permission.
WHAT| Bruce is going trapping. Who knows who he'll meet around the arena?
WHEN| Backdated to the first week
WHERE| The woods, the river, the pond, anywhere with game.
WARNINGS| Death of animals, some description of butchering/tanning hide. Possible violence depending on whether someone confronts him or not.
A
Little traps made of berries, reeds, branches, animal sinew--really, any sort of resource they can find around the arena--are scattered around the arena. A ragged man bundled in a parka and carrying a long stick with a sharpened animal bone at the end walks to each trap, his footsteps unusually quiet for his size, and he always cautiously looks around before bending down and checking the traps for animals. When he finds them, their deaths are usually swift and merciful. Quick strikes to the head to minimize bleeding, and he ties their legs together with treated sinew taken from previous victims so he can more effectively carry them over his shoulder.
B
After he's checked most of his traps, he sits by the river and butchers some of the meat. Blood runs into the river, minimizing the mess that might lead others to his base. He uses every piece of the animals--tendons, sinew, bone, meat... even the organs have their uses. He puts things like stomachs and bladders and brains aside for more treatment. They'll be useful for waterskins and tanning the hides, which he also works on fleshing and cleaning. He uses sharpened bones for all the cutting--soon, he'll make a proper knife out of bone.
But he still has his spear right next to him, just in case someone decides to try grabbing some of his work without his permission.
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He resets it slowly so she gets a good idea of how it works, then baits it with some berries. "Let's get to the next trap. It should be my last one. I can show you how to properly use the animals if you stay around after that."
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She leans over to watch him reset the trap, wishing she'd known how to do this back in her own world. There weren't so many animals left there and those that were left were the kinds that burrowed or climbed, or flew, the kinds that could escape the walkers. Sometimes she still saw deer and even a cat, but most big land animals were gone around the farmland she and her groups had walked through.
"I can stay longer." she thinks she has another hour or two before Luke and Nick will start to worry.
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He stands up, holding the spear loosely at his side and gesturing her to follow. "Good. I'll let you keep whatever we find in the trap."
Sure enough, there's a nice plump squirrel in there. He offers her his spear again. "You want to do the honors?"
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Clementine stands up to continue trotting at Bruce's heels, "Are you sure? You made all these traps, you might need them." but if he insists again she knows she'll say yes, too practical to be that proud.
She reaches for the spear again when they stop, nodding. She better practice while she can and while she has someone who knows what he's doing to advise her. This time Clementine doesn't hesitate. "How did you first learn to do this?"
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He watches her kill the squirrel, noting how she's already gaining confidence with the process. "Most of these animals are there to feed the rest of my team. Barton is probably going to go take down a deer. We can spare a squirrel or two."
Once the squirrel is properly dead, he gestures for her to try undoing the trap like he showed her. "I told you I was on the run back home, didn't I? Well, a lot of land is still undeveloped or poor, so when there weren't places I could buy food, I had to catch it myself. I was lucky enough that there were people around who were ready to teach me how to do it."
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With the squirrel dead Clementine kneels down and very carefully starts to undoing the trap, her fingers working delicately for fear of getting it wrong. It takes a little longer for her to manage than when Bruce did it but she gets the squirrels carcass free.
"I wish I could go travelling with you, it sounds really exciting, except for the part about being on the run."
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He nods when she gets the squirrel out, then gestures for her to try re-setting the trap. "It's very exciting. Dangerous, too. It's rough in areas where there's a lot of hardship--but you already know that." The smile softens. "One day, I'd like to show you some of it. I can think of a lot of people who you'd get along with."
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"Yeah. I'd want it to be more like... vacation. Vacations were fun, you got to travel and not worry about something trying to get you." Clementine says wistfully as she works. "You mean in your world? If we ever got to leave here?"
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Bruce's smile becomes wistful. It's nice to imagine taking Clementine across the world. Introducing her to the people he's met, showing her all the beauty and diversity on their little blue planet--it could never happen, because in his own world, he's dangerous and a child shouldn't be near him, but it's nice to imagine. "Yeah, my world. I'm sure we could explore yours, if you wanted, but I think mine might be a little more... lively?" Considering everything she's said about her own.
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"Probably a lot less dangerous, and with stuff to eat too." she shakes her head, "You don't want to go to my world." especially as she didn't want to go back there either.
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After the trap is set again, he gestures for her to follow him. They can clean up the meat by the river where there's water to work with.
"You know, when we get a chance to go back home--" when, not if, he has to keep believing it's a when, "--I can't think of any reason you'd have to go back to your own world. It's worth thinking about where you want to go." Not he's going to push her into his world. It's her choice. She probably would know best where she would probably do well.
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This world, bad as it is, at least has the chance that it could get better.
"If I don't have to go back I won't." she keeps close as she follows Bruce.
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Assuming, of course, the Capitol is toppled. Even then, it might not be the best place to stay. Revolutions don't usually have nice, tidy ends, even if the rebels win. There are years and years of horrible growing pains to move through afterwards.