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Tweak says, "um...noooooo."

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

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!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 03:08 am UTC (link)

There was something about the way he kept trailing off and - was he stammering? - the body language he was presenting that made Shannon uncomfortable in a way she couldn't quite place. Like maybe she was missing some part of the big picture and he was trying not to put it in place for her. What the fuck was it with untrustworthy Sams? But, she'd been wrong about the first Sam, so she was going to give this one the benefit of the doubt.

Still, there was a strange niggling in the back of her mind. Would he have it another way? Was he actually married or was that some bullshit line to keep people at an arm's length until he had a chance to see what they looked like in person? Was Sam Anders as shallow as Shannon Rutherford? ...this conversation was a really shitty idea. She should've kept her mouth shut, because now she felt worse than she had before. The awkwardness was liveable; this was a whole other level of uncomfortable and confused that she thought she could definitely do without.

But the line of conversation moved onward and she resolved to play it cool. Shannon was nothing if not a good liar, skilled in manipulating those around her at her whims. This was not that much different; if she pretended she wasn't weirded out by the weird feeling that maybe he'd have preferred things to go down differently, he'd never know she was uncomfortable. If she held herself together with her head high, he'd be none the wiser, they could get food, and after eating, probably go their separate ways unless some other force of nature felt that they weren't ready to part just yet. So long as Shannon kept her head, the situation was dealt with. For now. She hoped.

"No idea," she said with a small, impish grin. "Closest I've ever been to hunting is being within hearing range of Sawyer shooting that polar bear, so..." her voice trailed off and she smirked. "If you can pull this off, I owe you big. Like...fetching you shit from the gas station and bringing it to you every day kind of big. I'm fucking starving," she laughed.

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cbuck
2009-05-10 03:38 am UTC (link)

Now avidly trying to derail his self-deprecating train of thought, Anders pursued the situation at hand. "Lets just hope I can deliver, then." Mentally, he thumbed through all the tactics he knew, both trained and untrained, that might help them. Until this point, he had only half-considered the suggestion of chucking the knife. Just then, he realized how good of an idea that was. He could throw, and well.

With the added element of snow, Anders figured it would be a little easier to track an animal as well as any other traffic they might want to avoid. Gods, please no weevils... Having a name for the creature that lunged at him that morning didn't make it any better. Originally, he had hoped it might, but now, more than ever, concrete evidence was useless against instinctual fear.

Warily, he began to press into the forest. He had to not think about the weevils or what else might be around. "We just have to find one first."

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