Joey McCoy is a total daddy's girl. (imanursenota__) wrote in remediumlogs, @ 2015-09-30 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !day 02, joanna mccoy, sirius black |
WHO: Joanna McCoy and OTA
WHERE: At the edge of the river.
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon, Day Two.
WHAT: Exploring and looking for food.
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed, Incomplete
Joey found herself caught between a rock and a hard place here already. As much as she wanted to be independent, there was no way she could be in this place; she didn't know how to fight or hunt like the one entry in the journal said. She didn't know how to grow plants or which ones were edible in this place. If she'd been back on Centaurus, or even if she was sure she was on Earth, she probably could've foraged a little and maintained herself, albeit scarcely, but there was no guarantee that the local plant life was going to be familiar to her here. The problem was that she was alone. She didn't have friends here, she hadn't seen anything that would've sounded like her dad or even looked anything like his chicken scratch handwriting. Joey was going to have to fend for herself here and she had no idea how to do it. Wandering out of the housing development, Joey just started walking. If she was within the walls of the compound, she thought, logically she would be safe. There was no point in keeping the kidnappees in here if it wasn't to protect them to create a controlled environment for their stupid study. Joey half-wondered still if the wall was to keep them in...or to keep whatever was outside...out. When she reached the river, Joey squatted at the river's edge and looked around. There were cattails and clovers, both of which Joey happened to know were edible, so that was reassuring, at least. Not that she wanted to live on freaking cattails and clovers, but her stomach had been growling all night and morning, so she'd take what she could get. Her expression wrinkled with distaste seeing a cluster of dandelions, too. Also edible; super bitter and gross. She remembered, because Uncle Fred had told her that they were edible and she called his bluff, when she was nine. To prove it, he'd eaten the leaves and the root raw right in front of her, straight faced as hell. She'd learned a few minutes later when she tried to mirror him, that he'd been the one calling bluff. The thing didn't kill her, but she remembered it tasting awful. Joey sat down and took her shoes off. Most of the cattails were near the edge of the river, but out of reach given the terrain. She was going to have to get in the river if she wanted to be able to pick them well enough to pull the root, which was the part she wanted — well, wanted was a stretch — to eat. |