[.}Earth is a Warm Dead Place{.][K/T/L][Day 2]
Mar 5, 2011 22:10:43 GMT -5
Post by WT on Mar 5, 2011 22:10:43 GMT -5
((OOC- Katie/Themba/Lizards
And here I thought I was getting better with him. D:))
"Of all the..."
Making sure to first brush aside some rocks so that he could brood comfortably, Themba sat and contemplated the pool before him. Despite the smell of sulfur that permeated the area directly surrounding it, he had been thrilled to see the spring. After all, water would be necessary soon if he wanted to live- which he most certainly did. What he hadn't considered, however, was the possibility of the water being undrinkable, and now he was faced with a particularly vexing problem: slow drafts of steam that rose sporadically, shimmering into existence above the water before dissipating into the atmosphere. While the water itself was probably more or less safe- he didn't necessarily trust it, but if worse came to worst it was probably worth the risk- it didn't look like it was at a safe temperature.
Curse his unwillingness to take risks! Themba groaned and passed a hand through his hair, which was long since slick with sweat. If he had only stayed at the Bloodbath instead of taking off, maybe he could have found something to collect water in for cooling... but no. If he had stayed, that girl with the switchblade might have figured out how to use it, or the one who tripped into him with her weapon might have made some more deliberate movements toward him. In such a crowded, hectic area, there was no way to ensure safety, and limbs were more important than supplies.
Maybe the water was cool enough to put his hands in after all. The very air was uncomfortably hot and emphasized all the more by his black shirt. Who was to say that the heat wasn't throwing off his perception?
With a sigh, Themba decided to put the dilemma aside for now. Though quite thirsty, he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger, and wouldn't be for a few days so long as he rested frequently and didn't exert himself too much. To some extent that was in the hands of the Gamemakers, but he would do his best to keep things calm between whatever fights they threw at him. Doing so would also serve the dual purpose of keeping his strength up for those fights, which he anticipated needing. No tributes had crossed his path since the girl in the rocks the day before, so he was going to get swamped by muttations of some sort. Definitely not something he was looking forward to.
Speaking of which, it was probably time to get going. Hanging around here would keep him close to the pool, but since the water was doubtful that was hardly a positive, and staying in one place tended to give others more opportunity to show up and launch an attack. Themba stood carefully, made sure the sweatshirt around his waist was still tied tightly, and started to walk off. Only a single glance tossed over one shoulder betrayed his lingering uncertainty about leaving behind such a precious commodity as water, and it was quickly replaced by a hoisted crowbar. Action, not indecision, would determine success in the coming days, and Themba would be damned before he allowed anything to jeopardize his chances of going home.
And here I thought I was getting better with him. D:))
"Of all the..."
Making sure to first brush aside some rocks so that he could brood comfortably, Themba sat and contemplated the pool before him. Despite the smell of sulfur that permeated the area directly surrounding it, he had been thrilled to see the spring. After all, water would be necessary soon if he wanted to live- which he most certainly did. What he hadn't considered, however, was the possibility of the water being undrinkable, and now he was faced with a particularly vexing problem: slow drafts of steam that rose sporadically, shimmering into existence above the water before dissipating into the atmosphere. While the water itself was probably more or less safe- he didn't necessarily trust it, but if worse came to worst it was probably worth the risk- it didn't look like it was at a safe temperature.
Curse his unwillingness to take risks! Themba groaned and passed a hand through his hair, which was long since slick with sweat. If he had only stayed at the Bloodbath instead of taking off, maybe he could have found something to collect water in for cooling... but no. If he had stayed, that girl with the switchblade might have figured out how to use it, or the one who tripped into him with her weapon might have made some more deliberate movements toward him. In such a crowded, hectic area, there was no way to ensure safety, and limbs were more important than supplies.
Maybe the water was cool enough to put his hands in after all. The very air was uncomfortably hot and emphasized all the more by his black shirt. Who was to say that the heat wasn't throwing off his perception?
With a sigh, Themba decided to put the dilemma aside for now. Though quite thirsty, he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger, and wouldn't be for a few days so long as he rested frequently and didn't exert himself too much. To some extent that was in the hands of the Gamemakers, but he would do his best to keep things calm between whatever fights they threw at him. Doing so would also serve the dual purpose of keeping his strength up for those fights, which he anticipated needing. No tributes had crossed his path since the girl in the rocks the day before, so he was going to get swamped by muttations of some sort. Definitely not something he was looking forward to.
Speaking of which, it was probably time to get going. Hanging around here would keep him close to the pool, but since the water was doubtful that was hardly a positive, and staying in one place tended to give others more opportunity to show up and launch an attack. Themba stood carefully, made sure the sweatshirt around his waist was still tied tightly, and started to walk off. Only a single glance tossed over one shoulder betrayed his lingering uncertainty about leaving behind such a precious commodity as water, and it was quickly replaced by a hoisted crowbar. Action, not indecision, would determine success in the coming days, and Themba would be damned before he allowed anything to jeopardize his chances of going home.