Who: Lennon and Felix Where: In their general area When: Morning
Felix was torn in a few different directions. He wanted to sit around and watch the the feed that showed Tobias stuck to his tree, but with so many other people wandering around he couldn't really chance being seen, or shot before he could close the screen down. He wanted to store his excess gear at the stump stash, considering They'd planted him practically on top of it, but that was risky for the same reason as watching the feed. The one thing he knew he had to do was move, as much as he wanted to catch a glimpse of those drones. He still wasn't sure how dedicated he wanted to be to the game, if at all, but his first plan was simple. He was going to find a more comfortable place to hunker down for a bit, maybe eat his breakfast, and at least try not to get shot. So, fast and quiet, he headed off to the northwest towards the river. Maybe he could find a place to hunker down in the bushes and see who crossed, or tried to use bank as a clearer path. He'd have at least some idea of who was around, at least.
He hadn't been expecting to run into someone almost the instant he hit the river. He sure as hell wasn't expecting it to be Lennon. It took him a second to remember the "prize" Lennon had gotten, figuring that from across the river, and slightly behind him, Lennon probably couldn't see him. It didn't feel fair, but that was the game, wasn't it? He dropped to a knee and aimed, looking for a torso shot before common sense kicked in. He didn't really want a paralyzed fuckbuddy slipping into the river, but he was going to shoot.
As he pulled the trigger, bright green splattered the tree on the other side of Lennon twice at waist level, before he managed to tweak his aim and hit the third square on Lennon's camo-clad rearend. Even though he was certain that wasn't a paralyzing shot, he could feel his limbs stiffen in anticipation of jumping into the river after him just in case. Which annoyed him. He wasn't the "my first instinct was to help" asshole. It wasn't like he wouldn't help, logic dictating that there was now enough conclusive paintball evidence in the area to link him to the scene if Lennon slipped in out of surprise, or whatever. Stupid fucking reflexes.