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Post by Logan Street on Jan 9, 2017 20:17:07 GMT -5
 I Be Hunter Hear Me Roar.. One or two night cycles after the drop, Logan was back in his tiny crook of a cave. It was large enough for a few people, and to spread out enough – But it was definitely not a worm hole. He had learned his lesson prior, and definitely made sure to have inspected the surrounding area thoroughly. He spent most of his time inspecting the area, and the wildlife, which was suddenly very plentiful in the mountain in comparison to before the scorch. To be honest though, there may be more of prey out here but it was probably just as difficult in the night.
Rope? Check. Tree? Check. Bait? Check. Prey? Check.
The problem with the overwhelming heat, was the mere fact it was difficult to go out and hunt for hours at a time, especially in the darkness. Even the best hunters would have difficulty hunting in the dark, even if he did now have his rifle. The mere fact of the matter was, it took too much time. Why not instead, use what knowledge he had to build a trap that would allow him to hunt without wasting much of his energy. This is exactly what he had arranged the night before, so technically over 36 hours prior Sure, he had enough beef jerky to last – But his smoked meat took an entire day to procure, and the best option would be to try to save it when possible. Who knew what would happen in the future, and who knew when suddenly night time would fall to happen.
Logan was everything but skeptical of the timing in this environment. Things kept changing, once it was equal day to night, now it is more day than light and…well Sol tended to kill everything it could. So until this heat passed, or the nighttime ceased completely for who knows how long, he was relying on saving as much of his reserves as he could. The bait stick snare trap was easily set up, after only an hour the previous evening. Using the best forked stick he could find to dig into the earth enough for stability, before he left to head back to his home which was close enough he could hear. Close enough that in the silence of the day he would be able to hear the shriek of an animal as it was trapped with the hooped rope around it.
That was what happened a few hours before daylight dropped away, and twilight hit the horizon. Logan grabbed his sack, as well as his rifle, slinging both over the same shoulder as he made his way towards where he knew he would have a good meal waiting. Probably enough for a few, and definitely early enough in the evening where he could still make a fire and cook it properly. Possibly smoke it if he wanted, depending on it’s size. But smoking it would take a lot of time and energy, something which he really didn’t want to waste.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 14, 2017 6:39:12 GMT -5
I Be Hunter @logan , NOTES
Colette had a strange dream last night. She was back home on Earth, participating in a game show with Greg. They were announced as 'friends', but the show host, who looked like a mixture of Vladimir Putin and a velociraptor, constantly tried to bicker them to prove they're actually a couple, despite their heavy objections. The contestants had to identify quotes from songs written on pizza slices, and they two had a fantastic winning streak. However, in the last round, they suddenly lost out to another contesting couple (who looked like Michael Jordan and Muttley the dog) who surprisingly identified the lyrics from 'Holiday in Cambodia' by The Dead Kennedys in two seconds. As a punishment, Col and Greg were thrown into a huge bottomless pit filled with pizza sauce. As they were drowning in the hot sauce, crying out for their lives, Greg suddenly kissed her on the mouth and the two embraced in a long French kiss... then she suddenly woke up.
"Damn, I shouldn't eat that alien meat before going to bed...", Col lamented as she got out of bed, and headed for the makeshift bathroom. She looked outside the window: it was dark all over. Oh yes, I remember now. I'm in the middle of some unknown planet somewhere on the other edge of the universe, and the Sun is killing people, so we can only move out during the night. Yeah, awesome Colette, you're in the middle of all that merde again...
The young Canadian drank her coffee, and then decided to venture out to see if any of the people living in the nearby hills need any medical help. Some of those farmers and nomadic people were extremely grateful for medical aid, others just shrugged it off, like I'm the greatest survivor, I don't need you doctors meddling around. Neverthless, Col was always eager to help, even if that meant bruising some egos on the way.
As she was walking around the mountainside, with her torchlight showing the way, whistling 'California Sun' by The Ramones (or by The Dictators, it was up to interpretation), Col suddenly noticed something in the grass. Taking a few steps further, turning the light in its direction, she tried to find out what it was exactly, when suddenly with a loud woooooosh, the ground disappeared from below her feet, and Colette swung into the air before she could realize what happened. She completely lost her balance and in the next moment, found herself swinging upside down from a large tree, caught in some bloody snare trap, apparently set by one of those stupid hunters. Her legs caught in the strong rope, she tried to swing left and right like a fish caught in a fishing web, cursing the bad luck she obviously had today.
"Merde! Enfant d'chienne!", she cursed in her native language, then decided it would be of more use if she'd shout for help. "Heeeeelp! Anyone!!! Heeeeeeeelp!!!", she cried out the loudest she could, desperately waiting for someone to get her out of here before she'd end up as the night snack of some of those mountain-dwelling nasty creatures. Oh jeez, I'd even rather get drowned in hot pizza sauce.
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 22, 2017 16:25:46 GMT -5
I Be Hunter Hear Me Roar.. The cry seemed to echo around him, and Logan grabbed his sack and his weaponry, before heading off. It wasn’t that long past sunset, and the heat still seemed to bead around him with sweat slickness. He was just so grateful at the very least that he had cover, but still – he hoped every morning when the sun rose that it just, wouldn’t. Living in darkness was better than roasting, but he was also very tired of the black. Always dark. Always just lit by the firelight around him which cast eerie glows around the unknown planet.
If only he could find water. He had barely any left, and it was starting to get to him. The drop did not supply him much, and even then it wasn’t as if he had a supply of water bottles coming. No. Just water tablets, which did very little when there was no actual moisture to help. Things were getting grimmer by the night, and still he just kept every twilight to search for the source that he needed so much. Just a hidden creek, or waterfall, or even a fucking puddle would be gods gift, even if it probably would make him sick with parasites.
Running his hand over his face to clear it of sickness, he wandered into the small clearing he had set up his trap to find – Seriously? There was a dangling piece of human he had not expected. Even with the hollering for help, he did not expect…This. Only the most unsophisticated, or non-survivalist would get caught in such an obvious trap. It was not like it was hidden, out in the open enough that a human should have seen the rope there. Of course an animal wouldn’t be so wise, but humans..Well fuck. Not only was his bait gone but now he had a trapped creature he did not actually want.
The sight was actually quite amusing. So much so he leaned against a tree and swung his rifle he had at the ready around his back before crossing his arms. ”Are you kidding me Collette? How did you even manage this? It was clearly a trap..” Despite his irritant thoughts as the known girl dangled there, he could not help the small amused expression that tilted his lips upwards. This was not how he expected this day to go, and he couldn’t help but think about how so many of the colonists actually even managed to survive in this horrible terrain.
Now, how to get her down without cutting his rope and not breaking one of her bones in the process? Or perhaps…Perhaps he should just leave her there. He assumed even though she was not smart enough to avoid the obvious trap, that perhaps she was smart enough to get down herself. Fuck. Doubtful.
Incredulous.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 22, 2017 17:13:45 GMT -5
I Be Hunter @logan , NOTES
Oh, dear... Oh, dear... Oh, dear! So, I'm caught in a trap laid to catch some wild animal thingy to serve as supper for one of the local Bear Grylls people. Out of my own carelessness and stupidity, I'm miserably hanging upside down from a tree, swinging left and right like some shitty church bell. And now... to top it all... out of all the people living on this miserable planet, who comes to my rescue? None other than Crocodile Dundee himself! Flying Spaghetti Monster, please, help me!
"Hey, don't just stand there! Get me down!", she shouted when she saw Mr. Prince Charming arriving, most possibly kinda disappointed to find an awesomely cute and unthinkably talented Canadian hanging there instead of his dinner. She sighed, and realized even though she feels greatly humilated now, she must play nice, and switched to a more pleasant tone, now asking the guy. "Get me down... please!", she pushed on the last word.
What is he waiting for? Heeey, I'm hanging in there, my blood will get into my head and I'll turn into a zombie and all that. Then, Colette noticed something on the man's expression: he looked like if he were amused in some way by all this! Nooooo! It can't be! He was enjoying the sight of her so miserably being trapped in this godawful piece of garbage? It was amusing to him?! Right, right... If it were Ms. Cinderella hanging in here trapped, he'd come to her rescue faster than she could say Franz Josef von Habsburg.
"You know, it's great to be up here, I feel like the church bells of Notre Dame, fortunately without Quasimodo being around to ring me, but actually, I like to feel the earth under my feet. If you know what I mean.", she said with a sarcastic grin, then, added in her native language, slightly cursing, "Vous etes de travers dans l'cul..."
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 22, 2017 17:31:41 GMT -5
I Be Hunter Hear Me Roar.. Biting back a bit of a laugh as she demanded he let her down and then changed it to ‘please’, Logan shook his head to himself. This woman was definitely something else. Living on a planet, nay, living a life where he was always looking over his shoulder, it was a bit. What is the word. Ah. Refreshing, to be in the presence of someone who took literally nothing seriously. If not a bit foolish. It was definitely not something he was used too. Sighing, his eyes scanned the entire area surrounding the trap – The main problem was that he created the trap not for an easy land. If he cut her, she would definitely hurt herself.
”I just want you to know, I find this whole situation rather ridiculous. How could you not know it was a trap? Although I am quite proud of myself, this trap is so well built it withstood your weight. Not too bad, if I do say so myself He had moved so he was below her, grinning upwards ever so slightly with his head tilted back. Pausing only momentarily to seemingly study her face, but in all actuality he was listening to hear if there was any movement. The thing was, something had eaten his bait. And more than likely, it was probably pretty close by. And rather…Clever if a human would get caught, but not the beast itself.
”Put your arms across your chest, and try not to scream” Quickly his blade flashed out and hit the mark, cutting the rope that tied her to the tree with ease. He’d definitely regret that later, when he needed the lengthened rope – As it stood, this was the only way to get her down without injury to the medic. She would feel the tight rope slacken, and then she would plummet swiftly for only a flash of a moment, before she would land snug in his arms in a bridal carry. See? They didn’t call him Prince Charming for nothing. Grinning towards her, he held her there a tad longer than necessary just because he could. And then, like in prince charming fashion, he grabbed the rope cut rope from her ankles and dropped her legs, rather abruptly, so she could stand before speaking:
”You owe me a new rope”
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 23, 2017 18:10:34 GMT -5
I Be Hunter @logan , NOTES
So, now he's blaming me for falling into his shitty trap (well, of course, he now has to look somewhere else for his long-awaited supper, I give that to him), then, he is totally full of himself for setting up such a brilliant trap. Every symptom of a completely narcisstic personality. This planet is like a field trip for psych students, really. Now I'm beginning to suspect that this Earth got destroyed mumbojumbo was just a huge lie, and this whole situation is some sort of weird diploma exam. Remember the Stanford prison experiment? I'm pretty sure that weirdo Zimbardo guy will pop up from behind the next tree to give me his professional opinion. I'm definately, positively sure of that.
"Hey, alright...", she said, while still hanging on the tree upside down like some human church bell, "It's dark and I didn't see your trap. I'm so lame, I know.", she admitted with a spark of sarcasm in her eyes, "And you're the greatest trap specialist in the whole universe. I'm sure you've been awarded with several boy scout medals for trap making. And also... I'm really skinny. Just skin and bones, nothing else. I even lost a few kilos since I arrived here. You know, I'm not really fond of this alien meat.", she then admitted with a Colette-ish grin.
Then, finally Crocodile Dundee realized his role in this situation would actually be to get her out of there, and began to act. Colette put her arms on her chest, as he told her to do, and closed her eyes. Alright, so he's gonna cut me off. Hope he planned out everything cause if I fall down from here, I'm pretty much sure I won't be able to stand on my feet for a month at least. She felt the air disturbed by Logan's blade-wielding arm as he cut off the rope, and in the next moment she felt she's suddenly falling. Ohhhhhh noooooooo.... But it only lasted for a second, and then, she felt she was suddenly held by something, and when she opened up her eyes, she realized he was now in Crocodile Dundee's arms! Waaaaaaait!!! Whaaaaaat???! It took her another second to slowly digest these words and their meaning... Me... in that guy's... arms... No way! And he's grinning!
Without even getting sure about the earth being stable below her feet, Colette jumped out of the guy's arms and hopped down to the ground. Dusting herself off, she looked at her unlikely rescuer, and shook her head. Alright, he rescued me. I give that to him. He enjoyed my situation, he enjoyed it greatly, and he wasn't really keen on getting me down from there. But he eventually did it. Of course, now it serves his utter narcisstic hero complex well to have another woman around he rescued, which fact he could boast with. But yep, he rescued me. I won't be snarky. No, I promise, I won't. At least, not initially.
"Merci. Thank you.", the young Canadian smiled awkwardly at the man, "I'm sorry about your rope. And about your supper as well.", she added, reacting to Mr. Stone Knives and Bearskins' dry remark, "Well, how about ordering a pizza? I know a really great pizza place in Montreal, but I'm not sure they deliver this far."
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 25, 2017 1:08:20 GMT -5
I Be Hunter Hear Me Roar.. Logan snorted at her response, at the very least she was the most polite person he had come across. Most he saved them, or helped them, and seemed to get shit on. But, at least she had the actual common sense to apologize for ruining his entire evening. Dinner. Fuck. Well at least he had some beef jerky left over from the beginning days of the Scorch. Still, what a waste of half a day – He was trying to stay a head of everything, but apparently that was not going to happen. And still no water. What a waste.
At the thought of pizza, Logan could almost drool. It was not something he ever enjoyed really back home, but it was definitely something he could go for. This girl needed to stop reminding him of back home before he went crazy. The small smile came to his lips, the tiniest of upturns of his lips before he leaned down and grabbed up the rope and started to re-ravel it. The 10 feet now only 8 feet long because of the two feet he had to cut off.
”It is okay. I have some jerky to eat..Are you hungry? By the way, Why are you all the way out here? Shouldn’t you be..I don’t know..out saving lives or something and not getting trapped in a hunters snare?”
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 29, 2017 17:17:26 GMT -5
I Be Hunter @logan , NOTES
Colette listened to the man. and couldn't decide if Crocodile Dundee was actually offering her some beef jerky or just trying to be sarcastic, although she didn't expect the latter from him, based on her previous experience with the guy. Sarcasm is usually a trait demonstrated by smart people. Alright, I spoiled his dinner, destroyed his plans for the evening, and even screwed up his trap. So, why doesn't he just tells me to lay off?
She realized he still had that kind of narcisstic and pretty much annoying hero complex in him, and that she probably poses a sort of enigma for such a person. She was different from Zee and Cinderella and the other girls he had business with in the past: she was far too weird for him to comprehend and categorize. She was an anomaly, who he couldn't put in a box. Honestly, even back on Earth, she felt that regarding many of the male members of the population. They were looking for girls they could easily figure out (or rather they wished they could), girls they'd know what they want and when and how they want it, but she was not one of those. She was way out of the so-called norm. Honestly, who on Earth would ever consider dressing up to a kangaroo costume and harass people at the swimming pool, when asked to by a crazy girl? Well, Greg would... and Greg did...
"Thanks. Beef jerky sound cool.", she replied. Honestly, she was indeed hungry, and someone offering her food was something she never refused. Second, he was a jerk, but all in all, he saved her from her own stupid misstep, and she wanted to show some of her positive side to the man. "Well, you know, I was actually venturing out to see if anyone needs medical attention.", she said, telling the truth, replying to Crocodile Dundee's question regarding her presence, "But then, I looked at my calendar and saw today is International Fall Into a Snare Trap Day, so I had no other choice but join the party."
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