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captain peewee ([personal profile] orangehoodie) wrote in [community profile] partyofthree 2013-05-31 06:06 am (UTC)

places in the forest; open

[He actually has no idea what's going on. After arriving at this camp or whatever, a centaur -- Chiron, he called himself Chiron -- had handed him some armor to wear over his uniform and a helmet with a red plume. Then he was handed a sword. It wasn't too heavy or anything, but it feels awkward in his hand as he steps over a tree root. Chiron had said the "others" were in the forest, playing capture the flag so he should join his team.

... He doesn't get it.]


[a]
[He's good at balancing himself during battle, but he's not expecting the particularly slippery patch of forest floor. His foot slides out from under him, and he tumbles, falling forward with a yelp. He immediately feels his knee stinging where he hit a fallen branch, and the helmet falls off his head and rolls a few feet away.

This is a great start to however long they expect him to stay here.]


Ow... [He's gotta pick himself up in case there are wild animals in this forest. But lying on the ground, he suddenly remembers he hasn't eaten anything since he climbed out of the dorm window a day ago. It makes him feel so tired without warning, so he groans and gives himself a few seconds of lying on his stomach with a leaf plastered to his face. He wonders how far he'll have to go in order to find someone.]

[b]
[He's picked himself back up and wiped the blood off his knee and he's walking, more carefully, though the forest again. It's around this time that he thinks he sees someone -- you! -- nearby, and so he halts, too and after just a moment's hesitation walks forward toward the person.]

Um... excuse me. Hello?

[It's only after speaking that he bothers to check the color of the plume.]

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