fishermen's friend { johnny x rene } day 1

[max jones d6 ☠️ kiah]

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Karl, Calamity and Yael are down stream. Yael no doubt glaring at anyone who stood too close. Calamity chanting some nonsense as they blessed the glory of surviving the first challenge. And Karl... I don't fucking know what that kid would be doing. Probably making someone feel uncomfortable.

I had nicked off for a moment to take a piss, the crystal clear waters of the shallow stream had seemed like the perfect place. However, I felt kind of bad about trashing the pristine water with my bodily fluids. There was something so peaceful about the calming flow of the water, its gently lapping against the shore. Which was dangerous, because I was busting.

Taking a peak around me I kick off my boots, wading into the water. I had thought that it might have been cool to the touch, but I was greeted by water that was the perfect temperature, causing a sigh of relief to escape my lips. Instantly I felt my aching muscles relax. I hadn't realised how sore I was until the water encased my body in a warm embrace. It was so fucking delightful, so much so that I did in fact feel guilty as I allowed my bladder to be relieved, forcing me to move up stream slightly.

Thats when I saw the Liara look alike, standing by the waters edge, staring directly at me.

Oh shit.

Instantly, I was reminded that she was a career. A career from four and here I was, a tasty little snack flopping around in shallow waters like a fish waiting to be slaughtered. I give the career a hesitant smile, inching backwards towards the shore, towards my boots, towards my allies.

[Malachor Erso D2 (Cato)]

Sometimes I just need to be alone without anyone holding me back. I know where my allies are, and I have faith they'll come to my aid if something happens. Of course, I won't need their help though, but it's still nice knowing where they are. It's important to stay close because of one of them needs me, well, I need to make sure I can get back to them in time before something happens. Not that they're incompetent or anything like that. Sometimes I just feel like they need me more than I need them. Especially Maverick. He's not a good career, but I can't let that bring me down.

I look around as I walk through the stream. It's peaceful and it reminds me of home, and it gives me everything I need to make sure that my head is still in the game. I never had the chance to go swimming often when I was back home because I spent most of my time in the training center fighting for this moment, yet I always enjoyed it every chance I had. It almost makes me happy. It almost makes me smile.

I stop in my tracks, and I find myself staring at another tribute. I squint and notice it's Johnny. It would be easy to attack him and end his life right now, and I watch as he's moving further away from me. I could chase him, but I risk losing my allies completely. It never hurts to have someone else in the arena that may have my back. Maybe this is my chance to do so. I let out a sigh before moving towards him. This could either be the stupidest decision of my life, or I find a way to help me get out of this place alive. Once I think I'm close enough to him, I let myself speak hoping it isn't a mistake. "The fuck you want, Johnny? Eager to die?"

-collects stuff-