Lucien Goodwin (ghostslikeluc) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-06-15 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucien, z - 1st tribe - day 24 |
You Son of a Goat Herder
Who: Lucien (Stand alone)
When: Day 24, Early Afternoon
Where: Not too far from camp
What: Lucien finds a not-goat.
Rating: G
Pants really would have been nice, and maybe someday Lucien would be reunited with his. But for now, the warmer weather was allowing his body to stand the underwear as clothing. His first night there had been all but restful, and mostly he just lay awake staring up at an unfamiliar sky, never before having realized he'd known his own sky so well for another to look so foreign. He would have preferred to find that little fact out a different way, Space Camp maybe.
The morning was spent milling around, trying to get familiar with the way things worked and get over the disappointment of still being here when he opened his eyes. The food that had seemed vaguely unappealing yesterday was looking pretty good today and so he had a moderately subdued stomach when he set out for a little exploring. He didn't know how many people before him had set off alone searching for a McDonald's, but Lucien was determined to do something to get his bearings. He didn't have to go very far to find something interesting though and ultimately he was glad for the distraction because as he walked away from populated areas, he felt very vulnerable. Lucien didn't often feel vulnerable.
The rope was what caught his eye first and he bent down to pick it up, wondering if he could take it back to be used by some of the more clever individuals. But as the rope lifted from the ground in his hand, he noticed that the other end went into a bush and the bush was rustling. Instead of dropping the rope in fear, however, he tugged on it. Perhaps Lucien didn't have the best survival instincts, but his curious mind would not let this discovery go. Something between a bray and a bleat greeted his tug and so he tugged a bit harder to be met by a more disgruntled sound.
"Come out," he reasoned with the creature, creeping closer and closer to its hiding place, rope still twisted in his hand. The animal did, indeed come out then, head first, butting Lucien in the knees before trotting off in another direction. "Friends then," he called after it as it stretched the rope out as far as it would go. The rest of the morning was spent coaxing it the short distance back to camp. Such a thing might be useful, especially since Lucien already found himself quite jealous of the animal's coat.