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Who: Emily Prentiss, OPEN
When: A few days after the cornucopia.
Where: Around E-12, top of the waterfall
She was far from an optimist - she fully expected that she wasn't going to make it out of here alive. If anything, she was an existentialist and this was a situation so existential it couldn't have been written better by Sartre himself. She was in her element, in that for once, her fate had never seemed so completely in her hands. It didn't make her happy, per se, but she looked for the silver lining.
She hadn't seen hide nor hair of anyone else in days. Maybe it was time to make herself a little more accessable; still not seeking the others out, but even she was starting to get bored. So bored, in fact that she'd had to take up a hobby. The hours in her day were mostly spent finding what edible plants she could - she wanted to make her Cornucopia scroungings last as long as possible - even if she hadn't seen enough wildlife to make hunting seem worthwhile. The rest she divided up between cleaning herself at the lakeside and finding a new shelter for the night. It left a lot of hours to be filled.
When she would spend time with her grandfather on the mountain, he'd been very skilled at whittling. She'd tried to learn, but she had never been quite as good as he was. He always liked to carve lions because he said the spirit of a lion lived inside her.
Seeing as she had a knife, a lot of time, and easy access to drift wood, she thought she'd try her hand at it again. Maybe some of the viewers were fans of crappy art.
But it only abated the feeling of restlessness for so long. She didn't want to move too far up the mountain for she still felt her initial reasoning held true. But she needed to move. She wanted to reach the top of the waterfall before nightfall - the quieter waters might attract more wildlife which would make her feel a lot better about food, at least.
The climb was rather perilous, full of skree and slippery rocks; and, as it turns out, ant hills. She nearly fell down the incline when she first realized she'd set her hand smack dab in the middle of a hill full of really pissed off ants. But she was a federal agent, she'd spent many years training not to react to pain in dangerous situations. So she just gritted her teeth and kept on climbing until she had a sure footing to shake them off and squeal like a little girl.
She stripped off her clothes and dove into the river to relieve the poison's effects...and then she reflected on whether that was a smart idea. Sure, if someone came upon her, she'd be forced to fight or flee, naked as a jaybird. But then again, if she was going to die anyway, at least she'd have a little shock value in it.
When: A few days after the cornucopia.
Where: Around E-12, top of the waterfall
She was far from an optimist - she fully expected that she wasn't going to make it out of here alive. If anything, she was an existentialist and this was a situation so existential it couldn't have been written better by Sartre himself. She was in her element, in that for once, her fate had never seemed so completely in her hands. It didn't make her happy, per se, but she looked for the silver lining.
She hadn't seen hide nor hair of anyone else in days. Maybe it was time to make herself a little more accessable; still not seeking the others out, but even she was starting to get bored. So bored, in fact that she'd had to take up a hobby. The hours in her day were mostly spent finding what edible plants she could - she wanted to make her Cornucopia scroungings last as long as possible - even if she hadn't seen enough wildlife to make hunting seem worthwhile. The rest she divided up between cleaning herself at the lakeside and finding a new shelter for the night. It left a lot of hours to be filled.
When she would spend time with her grandfather on the mountain, he'd been very skilled at whittling. She'd tried to learn, but she had never been quite as good as he was. He always liked to carve lions because he said the spirit of a lion lived inside her.
Seeing as she had a knife, a lot of time, and easy access to drift wood, she thought she'd try her hand at it again. Maybe some of the viewers were fans of crappy art.
But it only abated the feeling of restlessness for so long. She didn't want to move too far up the mountain for she still felt her initial reasoning held true. But she needed to move. She wanted to reach the top of the waterfall before nightfall - the quieter waters might attract more wildlife which would make her feel a lot better about food, at least.
The climb was rather perilous, full of skree and slippery rocks; and, as it turns out, ant hills. She nearly fell down the incline when she first realized she'd set her hand smack dab in the middle of a hill full of really pissed off ants. But she was a federal agent, she'd spent many years training not to react to pain in dangerous situations. So she just gritted her teeth and kept on climbing until she had a sure footing to shake them off and squeal like a little girl.
She stripped off her clothes and dove into the river to relieve the poison's effects...and then she reflected on whether that was a smart idea. Sure, if someone came upon her, she'd be forced to fight or flee, naked as a jaybird. But then again, if she was going to die anyway, at least she'd have a little shock value in it.
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The knowledge overwhelmed her then and she quickly had to stumble aside as she emptied the contents of her stomach on the ground nearby. All she could think was how weak she must look to those watching...tossing her cookies over a girl she didn't even know.
When the shaking stopped and she once again trusted her legs to support her, she rose and evaluated the bear carcass. She remembered that bear meat was very fatty and that would be very helpful in the coming days of near-starvation.
She used some moss to clean the blood off her knife, then attempted to cut off a large hunk of meat to take with her for future meals. She wanted to get away from the scene as quickly as possible knowing that they would want to collect the body. But she didn't want to risk any of her competitors stumbling across this meal ripe for the taking, so she took the nearest questionable looking berry and smeared it over the carcass where she'd skinned it and hoped it would be toxic to anyone that might stumble upon it with an empty belly.