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[purebred]

Who| Lady, Little Rock, & Enjolras
What| Lady is looking for food and stumbles upon a couple of Tributes with bayonets.
Where| Little Rock and Enjolras' hiding place
When| Week Three
Warnings/Notes| Violence and accidental character death.

Lady didn't know much about hunger. It was a sensation she'd never truly experienced before. Back home, when her little stomach would twist, she would bark or beg and soon she would be given something to eat. That uncomfortable feeling never lasted for very long and she never really put much thought into it. That's simply how it was. She was hungry, so she ate.

The deprivation she felt in the arena was entirely foreign to her and it seemed to supersede all other motivation. Of course, she knew better than to present herself as entirely helpless. She'd seen enough of the terror in this place than to welcome weakness. But she was starving, and because she was starving, all other needs were slipping aside.

She needed help. She needed food. And so, she began scrounging, by cover of darkness. She would try to seek out where other Tributes had been earlier in the day, hoping that they'd have moved on and left behind some scrap of something edible. It wasn't a glamorous or even a particularly well thought out plan, but it was instinctive. Humans had food, and humans would throw food away. If she followed the humans, perhaps she wouldn't go hungry.

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The thrill of Little Rock finding weapons for them was diminished slightly by the realization that without cartridges and powder, their, her musket was little more than an over sized prop. He had no doubt that if pushed came to shove, it would provide at least a little intimidation. However, at close range, and most of the incidents he'd face had been close range, it was a rather clunky bludgeoning weapon and nothing more. Moreover, the make of it was awkward and unfamiliar to him. He missed the shorter barrel and lighter feel of his carbine.

The musket did, however, provide them one piece of actually useful equipment. Attached to its barrel was a long bayonet that had yet to be rusted beyond use. It was more intimidating, yes, but also significantly more useful than either of the small folding knives they had. Enjolras' one fear, quite honestly, was that of his companion misusing the blade and somehow injuring herself. Which is what brought them to a clearing in the town directly below the building in which they'd taken up residence. It was dark and while he might normally have been wary of the lack of visibility, they were, after all, swinging around very large weapons. He was relatively confident in his ability to fend off anything that would attack them here.

"Now, you must hold it steady. The top of the knife isn't sharp, but you shouldn't risk touching the blade unless you're cleaning it."