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thearena2013-07-30 01:59 pm
the_marshal) wrote in thearena2013-07-30 01:59 pm
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I felt the earth shake inside me, I run forever but I won't get far.
WHO| Wyatt, Maximus, and R
WHAT| Bringing home the bacon.
WHERE| Arena 2... somewhere... cliffy
WHEN| Backdated to Week 6, 3/4 days after this.
NOTES| Badassery abounds! 8D Seriously tho, animal death. Sandworms.
After the feast of the previous week, the parachutes had all but stopped. After the strange, dark glasses had come for him - with the equally strange note - the skies had remained empty and they were slowly depleting the store of supplies. The goods from the Cornucopia all but gone, water levels worryingly low.
A part of Wyatt worried that maybe he'd upset the sponsors, laughing at their requests.
He didn't care what they thought, but if he'd unintentionally put Max at risk....
As their situation deteriorated, and the Cornucopia remained resolutely hidden, he brought up his idea for a hunt. He'd never done it himself, not like that, but Bill had told him the story often enough - The Buffalo Jump was his favorite way to pass the time around the campfire. They had everything they needed: he'd gotten rope amongst his haul, he'd scavenged a pelt from a long dead buffalo, and the weapon was ready made, carved from the very land.
He only needed their help.
R to drive the herd, to send them in a panic. Max to signal and to pull him back up when it was finished. (And to keep R from eating him if it failed.)
All they needed, was for a herd to position themselves close enough to make the jump possible.
He wouldn't be able to outrun them for long.
WHAT| Bringing home the bacon.
WHERE| Arena 2... somewhere... cliffy
WHEN| Backdated to Week 6, 3/4 days after this.
NOTES| Badassery abounds! 8D Seriously tho, animal death. Sandworms.
After the feast of the previous week, the parachutes had all but stopped. After the strange, dark glasses had come for him - with the equally strange note - the skies had remained empty and they were slowly depleting the store of supplies. The goods from the Cornucopia all but gone, water levels worryingly low.
A part of Wyatt worried that maybe he'd upset the sponsors, laughing at their requests.
He didn't care what they thought, but if he'd unintentionally put Max at risk....
As their situation deteriorated, and the Cornucopia remained resolutely hidden, he brought up his idea for a hunt. He'd never done it himself, not like that, but Bill had told him the story often enough - The Buffalo Jump was his favorite way to pass the time around the campfire. They had everything they needed: he'd gotten rope amongst his haul, he'd scavenged a pelt from a long dead buffalo, and the weapon was ready made, carved from the very land.
He only needed their help.
R to drive the herd, to send them in a panic. Max to signal and to pull him back up when it was finished. (And to keep R from eating him if it failed.)
All they needed, was for a herd to position themselves close enough to make the jump possible.
He wouldn't be able to outrun them for long.