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Tweak says, "UNK!"

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 03:46 am UTC (link)

"Well..." Shannon said reproachfully, "it's not a big deal if you don't, you know." She didn't want him to feel pressured to pull it off or more disappointed than necessary if he couldn't. And the niggling in the back of her mind pushed her to wonder if part of the appeal of being able to deliver was what she'd just said. Wow, self-important much? she thought and immediately pushed the possibility away. He was hungry too, he'd said, so maybe that was what he meant. Probably. Totally what he meant.

She followed closely behind him, hugging herself tighter as she moved, not wanting snow to make its way under her collar as it fell from the branches as well as the sky. "Maybe we should start by lowering our voices?" Shannon suggested in a whisper, grinning a little more smugly than she meant to. Okay, no, it was funny that he was the one with the knife and she was the one suggesting how to actually go about trying to hunt when she had no idea what she was talking about.

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cbuck
2009-05-10 03:52 am UTC (link)

Anders' intent stare kept sweeping the scenery as he walked, trying to be especially aware of movement or prints. Instead of speaking, he nodded in agreement to her suggestion of silence.

There was the sound of the wind. It rustled the branches and rushed through them with a soft whistle. The snow grew patchier as they entered the grown over area, making it more difficult to tell if anything had been there. Finally, he broke the silence.

"What do deer do when it snows?" Admittedly, it was sort of a stupid question by itself, but here it was quite legitimate.

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