Slitch in the Wild: Journal Entries

Slitch in the Wild: Journal Entries Oct 17, 2009 23:09:57 GMT -5

Post by Gamer on Oct 17, 2009 23:09:57 GMT -5

So, what's gonna happen here is I'm gonna make journals every week from Slitch. His bio says he spends most of his time in the wild, except Sundays. These journals will be my records of roleplay for the week, and some thoughts I make up for the journal on the way. This first journal will only have one day on it, because I don't have much time. The journals will be written on Saturdays, unless specified earlier.

Journal #1

-Thursday, October 15, 2009-
The morning started off in a slump for my body. I woke up to the sound of rabbits trying to run from what I believed to be a fox. Breakfast. I pulled out my knife, and observe the fox and assumed a lead. I threw the knife three feet in front of the rabbits, and nailed the fox across the neck. It crashed towards the ground, and I decided to observe it more closely. It was a wolf-fox hybrid. Something I haven't seen as an animal or as a clothing material. Instead of feasting on the beast, I decided to kill the rabbits. I used nearby limbs to make my fire and roast the rabbits over the coals.

I observe the wolfox more closely, and I see nothing out of the ordinary. The animal was different, but no mutation was involved. Just off-mating. I looked in the sky. It seemed about seven in the morning. I had my meal, so maybe it was time for some knife throwing.

I have been training every skill for the Games for a while. This training is just as important as the Games themselves. I have mastered knife throwing standing still, hanging from a tree, and walking slowly. These involve staying still. As a warm-up, I climbed briskly up a thin tree. Two seconds after reaching a tall branch, I threw a knife exactly where the trunk of a tree met the forest floor. A perfect forty-five degree angle.

Today, I ran and threw knives to my side to hits some trees. I missed sometimes, and only got lucky twice. I need work. If I want to throw knives in the Games, I will definitely have to run away while throwing.

Noon. I practiced for a couple of hours just with all the running. I never caught on, and while I rested, I flashed back to my morning kill. I remember taking a lead to kill the wolfox by aiming three feet in front of the rabbits. I realized at that moment that I have to do the exact same thing when I run.

Without even practicing after my rest, I try my skill against a stand-still rabbit. Death by moving knife. I must have been lucky regardless of my aim, because I took the nose off of the rabbit, somehow leading to despair for the little creature. Lunch!

Using my new found knowledge, I practiced for about three hours against the trees. Instead of throwing directly to my right, I would throw in what I see as northeast, if I were facing north. I would always hit the tree. The only problem with that, however, is hitting the human where I wanted. I could take off a head, but there was no way I could take out an eye.

I decided to rest for the night. I completely forgot about dinner. I did get hungry around eleven at night. I heard noises in some bushes. I threw the knife with almost no skill, and harmed a dog. It must have been a pet. I heard weeping, and made sure to pull out emergency bandages to heal the dog. I made sure to sleep with the dog for the night.

Next morning, he wasn't there.

-end of Journal Entry #1-

Slitch in the Wild: Journal Entries Oct 24, 2009 23:52:43 GMT -5

Post by Gamer on Oct 24, 2009 23:52:43 GMT -5

Journal #2

-Wednesday, October 21, 2009-
It was around two o'clock in the afternoon. I decided to take the rest of my day slow, thinking about what could possibly be going on in District 8. I never visited the area, except to run errands on Sundays. These woods were an area of solitude for me.

An hour flies by. I feel hungry. I rise from my position in the tree, and jump from one branch to another, and hopped to the ground, landing on one knee. I waited patiently for noise, as my physical abilities seemed to be slow.

Running. I heard running or sprinting or some type of wisp behind me. The noise came for me. I turned around quickly, throwing a knife, hoping to capture a meal. I nail a tree, and hear slow yet loud breathing behind it.

"Who goes there?" I question.

I heard a swift run up a tree and I assumed it was a squirrel. My knife was armed and I was ready to kill it. I wasn't looking for a squirrel, I was looking for its movement, so I could catch it off guard. Fifteen seconds later, a voice emerges from the tree.

"My name's Billy, I do not want to harm you," the being expressed. It was a human all along. Someone decided to interrupt my hunt. I hate that with a burning passion. But if he doesn't harm me, I won't hurt him. There's not a point.

"...I hate to be rude, but I was in the middle of hunting. Your noise seemed to resemble that of some game. I apologize for startling you." I take a quick look around, and wait for any critters.

"I suppose there's a reason you're here. What is it then?"

Billy jumped from the tree, and landed with a thump on his feet. He still aimed his slingshot at me, almost like he didn't trust me.

"I'm doing the same thing you are: hunting. Except I'm not hunting for game," Billy confirmed. He finally let down his guard to pick some mushrooms near the intersection of the forest floor and the tree he climbed. He slid the fungi into his sack. "I'm from District 11, you see; that's all we do." He unloaded his weapon and stood in a relaxed position.

"I'm afraid I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Slitch. I am a District 8 citizen. But the forest...is my home. I usually hide in the emptiness of the forest, but you accidentally ruined it. It's not your fault."

I walk up to him and hold out my hand to shake.

Billy was hesitant to shake my hand. I was worried that he thought I was some sort of killer. I'm thirteen. He looks eleven or twelve. Why would I kill him?

I could see a little glimpse of fear in his eyes. Maybe it was some sort of anxiety. I couldn't tell, I knew him for about ten minutes. He steadily walked toward me, gave my hand a shake, and retreated slowly towards the same tree. Like he was married to it and I was about to take her.

"Well, in District 11, it's all about trees there. I come out here to be alone," Billy stated before he walked backwards to the tree and slid down the trunk with his back like kids would usually do with tornado warnings at school. Except, no crouching. "I find it very relaxing out here, not being locked up like an animal."

"Yes, it is quite relaxing out here." I notice another sound in the distance. It seemed like a loud whine. I hoped it was exactly what I thought it was. I rushed towards the tremor before giving my regards to Billy. I suddenly stopped, turned around, and said, "If you get a chance, tell your district that they're doing a good job. They deserve it. I'll have to see you later, this is a little personal."

I rush through the trees, and realized I wasn't going fast enough. I swiftly climbed a tree, and starting hopping branches. I wonder if District 11 citizens can do this. If they can't, they must not be too involved in their industry.

I finally caught up enough to see what it was. It was the dog. The same dog I had healed last week. He finally came back. I made sure to land right in front of it to scare it from going any further. It didn't sound like a good idea, but the dog had to know it was me.

I landed five feet in front of the dog, which gave the dog time to stop. I dove at it to give it a hug. The dog seemed to finally realize that there are indeed some people that love it.

I whispered in a tone almost like the dog would understand me. "Would you like to stay with me...uh..." I couldn't think of a name off the top of my head. I had never learned to tell a dog from a boy or a girl. The woods can reveal some screwed gender differences.

"Would you like to stay with me, Jace?"

I named the dog after my mother.

Now it's your turn to enter my Journal. I basically roleplay for 2 reasons: To have fun, and to put it in my journal.

If you want to roleplay in the forest at all, please PM me, please only post here if you have questions about the entry itself. Thank you, and I hope you follow the journal!

~Gamer