iaso gouald, district 3 tribute. (whatodds) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-12-10 05:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 55th games, - arena, tribute: 55th buck tanner, tribute: 55th iaso gouald |
LOG.
Who: Iaso Gouald and Buck Tanner
What: The start of a hunting trip doesn't go so well.
When: Day 7, morning.
Where: The mountain range.
Status: Incomplete!
Iaso had learned her lesson from her last little adventure, and she wasn’t going foraging alone again. After the failure of Buck and Laurel’s hunt the day before, they were in even more dire straits when it came to food. So today it was Iaso and Buck that headed out to search out food, Iaso giving Mouse and Laurel several last minutes instructions about taking care of their wounds before she left.
They’d been walking south through the range for a while now when Iaso heard the sound of mountain goat snuffling about. She halted, putting her hand up to Buck to indicate that he should stop too. This would be their chance to snag one of the mountain goats early, if they managed to kill this one they could be back at the camp pretty quickly.
Buck had been split on this idea. While he didn’t particularly like the idea of leaving Mouse and Laurel alone, they were going to starve if they didn’t find food soon. He and Iaso were the healthiest ones here, so it made sense that they’d be the ones to do it. He’d made sure the two had water and the last of the pigs’ feet. There wasn’t much to do after that except tuck them in and hope for the best. He’d told Laurel to try to call for them if they needed help, but he knew that if they were in serious trouble, there’d be no way he and Iaso would get close. Buck hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
When he heard the goat shuffling around, his heart practically dropped to his feet. He nodded to Iaso, but stepped a little closer. He’d been half-fooled by this before. Sometimes things that sounded like animals were actually Mutts. He raised the spear that had been his constant companion over this last week, ready to throw it at whatever was making that noise.
Iaso glanced at Buck then crept towards, trying to be as quiet as she could. She wasn't used to this, constantly being outdoors, having to constantly fend for herself. She wasn't even sure what she should be doing at this point.
"What do we do now?" She whispered once she was close enough to Buck. He was from District 10, this is what they did.
Buck smiled. It was a goat. Thank fuck for that. He wasn’t in the mood for more damn inedible baby mutt bears. “Now we kill it.” He said simply, and snuck forward. He didn’t want to miss this one, so he was extra quiet in pulling his spear back, and letting it loose. And of course, it fell short, startling the stupid creature who ran bleating away. The string of swear words from Buck’s mouth was long and impressive. He’d wanted that goat. He ran to collect his spear, and then after the goat. Maybe it wasn’t the best method, and he shouldn’t have left Iaso behind, but he thought she’d forgive him. They needed the meat.
Iaso followed as soon as she realised Buck had missed. She had a throwing star in her hand, just in case. Was she going to be able to kill a goat with it? She wasn't sure, but she could at least injure it if necessary.
The goat wasn't too happy about being attacked either. After the initial moment of startlement, it turned and charged the pair of them.
Buck just barely caught the spear in his hand before finding himself for the second time in as many days being charged down by a wild animal. This one was not even a muttation. He jumped out of the way, slipping on some ice but ultimately righting himself. “Careful!” He warned Iaso. “Get him!” He thought for sure a star in the eye could kill a goat.
"What!" Iaso shrieked, throwing the star and missing wildly as the goat now charged towards her. She turned and ran, scrambling to get away from the angry animal. Unfortunately for her, she tripped and fell, her left hand catching her fall awkwardly. She howled as pain shot up her arm, with the goat clomping down on her hand to compound the indignity of the situation.
With Iaso down, it kept running, disappearing into the mountains, smug in the knowledge it had taken down one of its attackers. Iaso remained on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she tried to move her fingers.
He’d had Very bad luck with his hunting trip partners lately. People in the Capitol were going to start thinking he did this on purpose; take his allies out to the wasteland to get injured. But Buck didn’t mean to. He just blinked,mostly angry they’d missed the goat. Iaso prostrate on the ground, eyes watering up, pulled him back to reality. He went to her side quickly,checking her over. Her arm was at a strange angle. Another person only half-healthy, now. Fuck. But this wasn’t the time to think about that, right now.
“Hey.” He said, leaning a hand on her shoulder. “Tell me what to do. I’ll try to set it. It’s broken?” He assumed that was the case, but he wasn’t the one adept at healing, here.
“Yessssss.” She hissed, gritting her teeth as she used her good arm to push herself up to a sitting position. She didn’t want to look at the injured arm, but she forced herself to nonetheless. It sat at a strange angle, and she still couldn’t move her fingers. There wasn’t anyway it wasn’t broken, and the spot where the goat had landed on it was starting to bleed.
“You’ll need to find something to splint it with first, a stick, something straight.”