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Tweak says, "You're my mariah"

Samuel T. Anders (cbuck) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-09 20:47:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, day 07, location: gym, sam anders, shannon rutherford

Day 7: Grabbing a Bite
Who: Samuel T. Anders and Shannon Rutherford (and some unsuspecting deer, if they can find it)
What: Grabbing a friendly bite to eat... by hunting deer
When: Day 7, mid-morning
Where: Forest edge, nearby the gym & museum
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The creaking and moaning of the foreboding forest that encircled their little town had lost some of its terror for Samuel T. Anders. Were this three or four years ago, he'd have made a fast get away back to his little corner in the gym, but he'd grown so much since being just a C Buc. The light covering of snow on the ground crunched under the tread of his running shoes. Thankfully the wind had subsided somewhat since the gusts that had howled him awake this morning.

It was nice to have the promise of some company. It wasn't that Sid wasn't good company, but he was nearly all he saw yesterday until his bizarre evening with the night brigade, which wasn't exactly a happy encounter. Anders had wanted to figure out a way to make up for yesterday morning all day, but couldn't figure out a way that wouldn't come off as a feeble attempt to get in her pants or a creepy infatuation. Either way, he wasn't going to become another part of her 'complicated' life. His own was complicated enough.

Sam held tight onto the paper-wrapped hunting knife in one hand, cursing himself for not having grabbed gloves. Perhaps today would be the day for those. While he waited for Shannon's appearance, he decided to try to scout the area as best as he could. He wasn't formally trained in it in any way, but necessity made a great teacher in the absence of that.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-10 01:06 am UTC (link)

The fact that he was willing to admit that he'd never been hunting rather than give a false bravado lent Shannon the idea that Anders wasn't trying to impress her. So, she'd been right; not a date, just food. That was good. Although, it didn't really help the fact that they wanted food and had no idea how to get it.

She gave him a small smile and cocked her eyebrows once, impressed that he'd sheathed the thing, even if it was pretty primitive looking. "Nice. Where'd you find that?" she asked. "Sam said that they'd been given knives like a reward or something from the experiment when they were out there tied together and left for wolf chow..." She wondered if maybe he'd found it out in the woods; if someone hadn't found their knife or had dropped it in the process of fleeing. As far as she'd known, there had been three pairs and she didn't know if the third knife had been claimed, even though she knew River and George had theirs - it had been embedded in the lion's corpse at the church a few days ago - and Sam had his.

"I'm not really sure, like...what we're supposed to do. Just, like, track a deer and you throw that thing and hope you kill the fucker instead of it running off with your knife stuck in its side or something?" she asked. "D'you know how to track?"

Okay, this didn't have to be awkward, right? He hadn't called her out on the slip of casual endearment and she was actually managing to focus on the task at hand, so that was good. She was probably making it out to be way more than it was, anyway, she thought. At least one of them wasn't full enough of themselves to think that way; she was willing to give Anders credit for that, even if not out loud.

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cbuck
2009-05-10 01:23 am UTC (link)

The knife, which he had spent some time yesterday washing in the freezing showers in the gym, was his safety net. That and hoping that this really was all one drug-induced hallucination or a Cylon visualization that he had been forced into. The second two were more wishful thinking at this point than a real hope. For now, the knife would have to do. "I, well, Sid, found it in the wall of the gym." Sid had become one of the few parts of this place that had made it truly normal. Far more normal than life had been for him lately.

All her questions indicated a vast lack of inexperience, not unlike himself. Deer couldn't be too much different than tracking a toaster, right? They were just a lot quieter, and wouldn't ventilate you if you messed up, they'd just run. Anders wished the centurions were more like deer.

This morning, his thoughts were rather scattered. It had something to do with his inadequate sleep the night before and partly to do with how utterly confusing the situation was. After he thought himself into a knot, he addressed her question. "Sorta... I used to track Cylons. Not really deer."

All his time he could have been learning vital skills he could have used in the unexpected apocalypse he was, instead, training for the playoffs or basking in fame. His breakfast of chips, water, and a chocolate bar wasn't exactly filling. "I'm starving."

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