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[squirrelhunter]

Who: Daryl Dixon (squirrelhunter), Carol Peletier (losteveryone), Katniss Everdeen (the_effect_she_has)
What: Finding a missing redneck
When: 3rd.
Where: Deep in the forest.
Rating: Certificate 15 for swearing.

Daryl Dixon hasn't been seen since the night he accidentally shot Katniss, and he was last seen disappearing into the forest. His camp is deserted, the fire burned out and the trash cleaned up, but there's no sign of Daryl.

A talented hunter would be able to follow the trail, but it's clear that he doesn't want to be found. His tracks are expertly hidden, and there's barely any signs

...Good luck.

Comments

[losteveryone]

"So I've been told by quite a few people actually." Daryl being one of them. She still has such a hard time believing that this place is such a threat, at least compared to what she had to deal with back in her own world. One day she will understand the gravity of her situation though. One day. Carol nods, "I'm glad to see he has people worrying about him."

There's a pause before Carol speaks again, "You seem to know a good bit about tracking. Did someone teach you?"

[the_effect_she_has]

"Yeah, well, good lesson is always worth repeating."

She paused briefly at Carol's question, her lips pressing together briefly before she spoke quietly, "My father taught me when I was a girl - and then I learned from my friend Gale the finer points. I've been doing this since I was eight ... and I'm seventeen now."

She shrugged, standing up and leading the way through the brush. "Just seems like breathing now."

[losteveryone]

"I'll be sure to keep it in mind. I'm used to having to look out for myself and others."

She can tell that this girl isn't exactly used to opening up to people which she can understand so she's actually kind of grateful she managed to get this much out of her. Of course she won't ask any more questions about it though. "Wow, so it's kind of in your blood then. I wouldn't mind learning a little myself."

That's not her asking to be taught, it's just her expressing an interest.

[the_effect_she_has]

She looked over at her, her gaze thoughtful.

"Yeah, you look like someone who has given time to other people." She hooked the bow over her shoulder, heading further into the forest. "I guess. I mean, my mother and my sister were healers, my father and I were hunters. Blood to blood, one way or the other."

[losteveryone]

Carol is finding it a little difficult to keep up with Katniss' pace but she's just about managing it. Damn, she needs to exercise more, she feels so unfit. She just hopes they find Daryl soon.

"Do I? In that case I match my appearance. Not sure if that's entirely a good thing though." She's joking of course, she likes to give her time to helping people among other things. "Both good skills to have. I have some skills in health care myself. I'm not an expert but I know enough."

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss slowed again to track the footsteps, kneeling down, brushing off dirt from a tree trunk to see the scuff marks there. She sighed, and shook her head. "I'm thinking he wasn't drinking, but he wasn't paying attention."

"You look like you're someone who cares. That means something, to the right people." She said quietly, and seriously. "So you know how to patch people up? He might need it."

[losteveryone]

Carol looks around the forest floor at the details that Katniss seems to be looking at and knows immediately she could never have those skills. It's clearly just not her. "Sounds plausible..." She's pretty sure he hadn't had alcohol since she brought him that whiskey but it's not like she keeps tabs on him all the time, he could have.

She nods her head but frowns a little at Katniss' comment, "Yeah, I can patch people up. I was taught a little on a farm I was staying at before coming here. Let's hope he doesn't need it..."

[the_effect_she_has]

"I don't know what happened, but he's not steady on his feet, and he's not watching where he's stepping." Katniss pulled herself to her feet, and started walking deeper into the woods.

"I have a feeling he might need some patching. He's not bleeding, so that's good." She stated, glancing behind her. "Daryl doesn't talk much about his world, what you've had to face"

[squirrelhunter]

There's some rustling in the brush before, lo and behold, there is Daryl Dixon. He has his crossbow up, raised, but is only holding it in one hand, so the aim is unsteady.

There's an unsightly lump hanging about his shoulder and neck, where his collarbone is.

"Oh. It's you two." And he lowers his crossbow.