boss_fisher (boss_fisher) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-03-27 12:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | arlo, jasper, z - 1st tribe - day 13 |
I am a wonderlust king
Who: Arlo. OPEN if anyone wants to come South, if not, then cool.
What: Leaving camp
Where: Edge of the Southern wood
When: Sunrise
Warnings: It's Arlo?
Arlo'd heard the screams. They hadn't woken him, because he'd been awake already. But he'd heard them. Right down in his core, and they only encouraged the feeling of needing to get the hell out of that camp. He had to find a way home. A way back to his little girl - that coulda been her. Coulda been Laurel ripped into pieces and bleeding in the death lairs of the west. Coulda been that nice girl Sophie. Wasn't right.
He'd been awake for most of the night, napping occasionally, but mostly sitting up in the branch of a tree no-one else slept in and continuing work on making his pointed sticks into decent enough arrows. He'd need them where he was going. And then, as the sunlight glimmered over the horizon her clambered down from the tree and started the hike South. Knife tucked into belt, pillowcase of fish he'd caught and dried, bow and arrows tied to back, hipflask filled with water. Knife, boots and flask - possessions of the dead. He felt guilty about that. Graverobbing weren't a healthy activity. But he needed them, they didn't. Couldn't let these things eat at ya.
He took one last look over his shoulder at the stirring figures in camp and gave a sarcastic wave, before turning his back, and entering the southern wood. Here goes nothin'