Terre Haute expedition: Camping Day 1

[lord_wizard]

[It's been a more or less uneventful day of travel for the expedition team. Not unexpected for the first leg of such a trip, and with any luck, it will stay that way.

As the sun starts to get low in the sky, Felix signals the group with a sharp whistle to stop, shortly after he feels the change. They've entered the Dead Zone. That sudden loss of power for anyone used to that sort of thing. Not an easy thing to adjust to, at first.]

"We've crossed into the border of the Dead Zone now. We should stop here for the night. Those of you with experience, help set up camp as needed. And I recommend a few of you working out a watch schedule. You never can tell what might be out here."

SET UP | CAMPFIRE | IN THE NIGHT

Comments

[the_effect_she_has]

Where I'm from, people use whatever they can get their hands on. [She smoothed her hand over the bow.] But this? This was given to me by a friend. It was especially made, just for me.

[She slid the arrow back into her quiver, giving him a curious look.] Not a lot of people use these, where you're from?

[kethedammit]

Nah. I ain't never rightly seen one before, truth be told. [He sits down, getting off his bad leg. He hopes she isn't one of the fight-crazy kinds of kids who think being a bit scratched up-- the limp, the scar-- means you're something to snicker at. Not that Mildmay particularly cares if he's snickered at, he tells himself, just, those kinds of flat kids are so annoying.] Knives are mostly cheaper, where I'm from. [As you can tell from one good look at the jagged scar across the side of his face.]

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss doesn't sit down, but she does position herself so she can talk to him, and scan the campsite at the same time. She notes his bad leg, and something flickers across her face, but it isn't pity. It's memory - the arena - and Peeta dying before her eyes.] Knives will get the job done, no mistake. I'm not bad with the blade, but I prefer the distance.