Sharpshooter Down {CC, Cam}

[chaseee]

A chill swept through the room, raising goosebumps on a certain Ashleigh Tanner's arms and legs. The sheets, damp with sweat, were tangled at the young girl's feet, a sure sign of bad dreams. Of what nature, however, was a complete mystery to her, since the moment she woke up, all memory of the dream fled her head, leaving her roused and confused.

At first glance, you would think the girl's head was lying dormant at the moment. Her body lay still and unmoving on the white bedspread, her face was serene as the night sky, and no moans of agony or pain escaped her parted lips. In fact, no sound would come from that mouth, due to the colossal amount of slobber built on her tongue. But, if you knew this fine young lady, much as I do, you could read the evident signs of unrest.

A. The lips twitching at the corners, about every ten seconds or so.
B. The squeezing of the eyes, seen as a regular sleeping motion, for others, was yet another sign for this particular young woman.
C. Muscle spasms in her right palm, as if she were trying to grab something.

It seems as if the scene will never unfold. As if she were going to lay there the whole night, dreaming terrible things in her petite head. But, alas, this was not the case. After a few long minutes, the girl flung herself up, breath coming in short pants, and her pulse quickly moving on. Noticing the tangled cloth, she yanks her feet free, and curls up, her knees brushing the very edge of her angular chin, rocking gently back and forth. Back and forth. Thoughts pour into her head, making here even more jumpy. She can't count the number of times she envisions herself dying, in most creative ways. She imagines the deaths she herself had caused. How the people must have felt when their lives came to a close. When death came to devour their exposed souls.

Disturbing thoughts brought small whimpers from her shaking body. She couldn't take it anymore. All but flinging herself off the bed, she hurriedly dressed and prepared herself for the morning. No, not morning. Night, retard. She made as to exit the room, but stopped herself short. A gleam of metal catching her eye, she turned on her heel, and squinted through the darkness, trying to make out the dark object on her cluttered nightstand. What in the wo- oh. A knife. As a matter of fact, this appeared to be the same knife she had used on her last few kills. How motivating.

The knife was yanked off the surface, and flung out of the window, and that was the end of that.

Ashleigh knew she would come to regret the move. The weapon had been one of her great-grandfather's, although he hadn't exactly used it as a murder weapon. It had been a valuable item, at least in her heart, and she felt strange without it.

Gravel crunched under foot, and the sound seemed to calm the girl, if only a tiny bit. Her heart beat slowed, and her breathing returned to normal. No real destination in mind, she set out North, or in the general direction, anyway. Feeling quite desperate, she would settle for anywhere, really. Just as long as it wasn't dark and...

The gate loomed overhead, and the girl still plowed on, as if not registering she had reached the edge of the district. She stops a few inches away, and listens intently.
The buzz that generally meant the fence was working was absent. Even with her ear pressed against the metal rungs, the night was still dead silent. Not fully comprehending what she was doing, Ashleigh placed her foot in a rung and hoisted herself up. The thing wasn't that tall, and a branch loomed overhead, so maybe, just maybe, if she could get a good grip on the thorny surface, she could get over with no major injuries.

A few minuted passed, with the girl climbing the metal monstrosity, paying no attention to the thoughts swirling around in her head, and instead focusing on her work. She refused to think of the punishment she would receive if she were caught trespassing in the forests. How she could be withheld from her duties. Or worse.

Making it down the tree, with only minimal scratches, Ashleigh decided the woods had looked a lot safer from afar. She was already shaking in her boots (figuratively) and seriously considering going back the way she came (non-figuratively). And yet, she moved on. Her feet felt like lead, true, but she forced them to take another step. And then another. And another. Another.

The girl had been so absorbed in moving forward, she had not heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind her. Tuning everything else out, she was busy moving her legs, while whatever was behind her was busy tracking her down. Great.

Another step. Come on, another. Yes, that's it girl. That's how you do it. And then, upon stubbing her on an uprooted tree limb, the world around her came into focus. In fact, such bright focus, she had to stop walking and blink a couple times to make sure she was seeing correctly.
The district gate was no longer in her view, and the place seemed to have become even darker than before. She began to get a little anxious. She hadn't meant to travel far. What if she found she was unable to return to District Ten? That would be far worse than being caught, wouldn't it?

And then, there were the footfalls. Heavy ones, at that. She immediately jumped to the conclusion that she was being followed by a group of armed Peacekeepers. She took a step back, and opened her mouth to speak. "Please, I-I have no idea where I'm at. I don't even know how I got here. Damned sleepwalking takes me to some pretty strange places, you know. Don't arrest me, pl-pl-please," she maundered unintelligibly. But, when the source of the footsteps stepped into the light, she realized that was no Peacekeeper. It wasn't a human being at all. It was a bear. Two of them.

OOC-Ugh, I phail so much! Dx

[CC is SO Sorry D:]

[[ooc: You don't phail! This post is crap, I'm really pressed for time, so don't worry about it.]]

The air outside was cool and refreshing as it blew waywardly, tossing leaves about in an unthoughtful manner. The den was nice and warm, but Mama Bear enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing through her fur as she walked softly and silently on the pads of her feet through the forest. It was a lovely Autumn night, perhaps a bit chilly, but Mama Bear could feel the change in temperature and knew what it would lead to. Winter was coming, and it was going to be her one-month-old cubs first time hibernating. It was something that came naturally (sleep really wasn't too difficult), but she hoped that they weren't too curious or eager about the snow that would cover the ground in only a couple short months. She needed a long rest after caring for her energetic cubs for so long.

Her position as a mother was the reason she was out in the first place. The cubs were supposed to be sleeping, but they were still hungry. They were growing and seemed to require twice the amount of food they had the day before everyday. She and Papa Bear were hunting so they would go to sleep and stop complaining, because she couldn't rest with their voices yammering on.

Mama Bear listened to the sounds of the forest as she hunted and gathered, collecting berries and roots. However, she thought that perhaps the cubs were hungry for something slightly more substantial, so should listened for the sound of water rushing through a river or creek, for fishing. She actually had a taste for some meat...

Perhaps she'd be able to find a dead carcass if the fish had already migrated away. Mama Bear was indifferent to the type of meat, because food was food. It hadn't been a bad year by any means, and meals had been frequent. It hadn't been too dry or too wet, like some years, and Mama Bear was thankful, because all of her cubs had survived so far. It was a small miracle, one she was very grateful for.

Unfortunately, they certainly required a lot of taking care of. Mama Bear felt tired and heavy, her giant mass of brown fur and thick bones sluggish. If she kept this up, she would never catch anything. Perhaps it was just best to go after the carrion after all. Speed wasn't involved in the process. The food was already served for you.

But there! Mama Bear spotted a moving figure. It didn't look much like any animal she had seen before, but then she realized what it was. A human. A foolish, lost human. They hunted her kind, she knew. They were a threat. This creature didn't seem particularly threatening, but was making confusing noises and looked highly agitating or insane. Mama Bear decided the animal was definitely a thread, so she attacked.

After all, food was food.

[[attacks Ashleigh with "claws" (sword)]]
[dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Right Thigh; 3.5

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[cameron]

There was a bear. There were two bears. There were two girls bears and one cup girl.

Hungry was the bear, and the bear said smash as s/he tried to kill the food source. With its teeth. Rawr.

The bear's owner promises to edit this as soon as he gets the chance, but he has so much homework/rl tish that takes up his time.

-Attacks Ash--
[dice=200+2000]
Deep Gash on Calf; 8.0

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[chaseee]

Ashleigh Tanner

A cry of disbelief, and the girl was down. Her legs thrown in the air, the wind knocked from her lungs due to the extreme amount of force applied to her back from the fall. She rolled onto her side, gasping for air and clutching her sides. The bear reached forward, swiping with it's massive paws, one of the crooked talons just barely scraping Ashleigh's right thigh. Yet, pain was pain, and she found herself crying out, tears already stinging at the back of her eyes.

She forced herself onto her knees, and leaned forward, laying her hand firmly upon a rock just to the left. She was midway up when another, heftier, bear was there, knocking her back down. The blow she received was a little more severe than the last. The claw cut deep into her calf, and the pain was immense. She threw her head back, and emitted a low wail that, if she had not known her to be herself, would have been surprised it had came from her at all.

And, look here, the time has come for her to regret her action of throwing out the knife. Here she could use it, and yet it wasn't here. Buried in the soil of her garden bed, it would probably never be found, by her or any other human being. And, glancing around, she saw there were no suitable weapons just lying around on the forest floor. There were a few rocks, a few twigs, windblown leaves, and little to nothing else. None of these would do considerable damage to the things.

About ready to give up hope, her eyes traveled farther, willing there to be something, anything there. And... yes! Lying a few yards from her gently rocking body, there was a fairly substantial stick there. Several other twigs poked from the body, but the top was where her focus rested. It was pretty sharp, for a stick just lying in the middle of the woods. As if someone had filed the end. And-- hell with it. She jumped up, her legs on fire, and dashed over to where it lay. Snatching it up, she whirled around to face her attackers.

The one who had attacked her first stood there, it's claw smeared in blood. Her blood. The thought angered her. What was the bear's problem anyway? It wasn't like she had been roaming around the woods, looking for a bear to bully. She had been simply minding her own business. A late-night stroll through the woods to calm her nerves. Oh, no. No, no. It had been the bear who attacked the human. And frankly, it wasn't that surprising. Carnivorous bears had been one of the main reasons the district gates had been put up.

Fed up with jumbled thoughts and gibberish words, Ashleigh lashed out, praying she would deliver a substantial blow. Or at least one good enough to get her out of the damned place.

Attacks Mama Bear (CC) w/ Stick[Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Shoulder; 3.5

It wasn't very good, but it would do. Wiping the bear's blood off on the grass, Ashleigh swiveled to meet the next one, the one that had suffered her the larger damage. The one that, perhaps, would hurt the most? She wondered breifly if the beasts knew each other, or if they were simply fighting together for "Bear Pride!" Whatever the cause, Ashleigh Duree Tanner did not like it.

Circling around the magnificent beast (because, in all honesty, the thing did have a certain beauty to it), Ashleigh brought her stick back up, ready to defend herself if needed. It seemed the thing was lying dormant at the moment, so she leaped forward a hasty two steps, and found herself swinging again.

Attacks Papa Bear (Cam) w/ Stick[Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Left Hip;3.5

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[CC is SO Sorry D:]

Mama Bear cried out softly as the human cut her in the shoulder with that claw-like device. Except it wasn't attached to her body. Mama Bear didn't understand what it was. But it was sharp and...metallic? Was that what it was? She couldn't describe it, but it cut into her fur and hide with surgical precision.

But she had gotten a cut in the human's hind-legs. That was good. The human was a threat. She was an enemy. She was already attacking Papa Bear, which certainly wasn't good. Maybe if the creature killed them, she would go after the cubs. Mama Bear couldn't let that happen. She growled deeply, her brown bulk of fur rustling imposingly as she did so.

She wasn't going to let the beast threaten her family. Mama Bear attacked again, her large mass slower than the human. But her sheer mass was enough to do plenty damage.

[[attacks Ashleigh w/ claws (sword)]]
[dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Left Hip; 3.5

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[cameron]

Rawr. Lover attack, I do too. Rawr rawr.
[dice=205+1000]
Deep Gash on Cheek, 8.5

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