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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 10:22 am UTC (link)

Following as closely and quietly behind Anders as she could, Shannon couldn't help but to wonder what exactly her purpose of being here was; why she was following him through the woods. Had he, like she, simply failed to consider that she would only get in the way? Or had he had a blind faith that she could actually be of some use?

The latter made her feel a little better about herself, so Shannon decided to stick with that. Maybe Anders, for whatever unknown reason, thought she wasn't worthless. It seemed like more and more people she met or talked to would tell her that or, otherwise, make her feel that way. It was a pleasantly unfamiliar territory in which to find herself, but she certainly wasn't complaining.

She was pulled from her thoughts when Anders pointed at a set of tracks and Shannon stopped dead in her own, scanning the area for sounds of life. The stench of sewage was in the air, but it seemed distant and Shannon wasn't afraid. After the discussion with Jack and the Doctor about the Weevils mourning, she had decided that as long as they didn't actually attack her or corner her again, she and the Weevils would be on a live and let live agreement. The thing smelled far enough away that it wasn't going to be an issue anyway, perhaps only an unpleasant sensory distraction.

"Do you see anything?" she whispered, leaning closer still to him, because the wind was picking up and if her voice was lost in it, it would have defeated the purpose of actually trying to speak to begin with. On the same token, if she had to speak over the wind, she might scare any deer that could possibly be around.

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, Shannon spotted a small doe - maybe it was a fawn, for all she knew, actually, but it didn't matter; food was food, Bambi or not - through the trees a little to his left. She cupped his left shoulder gingerly with one hand and gave it a squeeze. Hopefully, when he looked over to the left - she assumed he would reflexively - the deer would catch his eye. If not, then she'd point.

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