The Wanderings Of A Farmer

Tom looked over at the mutt as it charged. Instantly, Mark's armcannons were out and pointed at the creature. Tom saw a wire fly towards him from where mark was standing and heard the words "...use...trap it!" He looked a the wire it seemed simple enough, but there was something farmiliar about the wire. He held it close to the barrel of his shotgun and it seemed to be attracted to something in the barrel. 

He ejected a slug cartridge and held it close to the wire. The wire instantly sprang to the slug on the end and connected. That's when an idea entered his mind. This is going to work. I know it.

That was when he heard the cry. "BRIAR!" Tom looked to where the girl was and saw her on the ground, the mutt advancing on her. There was no time for error. 

Tom pulled out his throwing knife which he called "the boomerang" because it always returned to his hand if it missed the target. He tied the wire around the handle and held it in his right hand. He yelled to Mark, "Get Down!" before flinging the knife in a sideways arc. The wire and knife flew through the air as Tom loaded the same shell he had experimented on into the chamber. 

The knife flew past the mutt and it ducked as the life and wire flew past. The wire grazed the pelt of the monster and it winced in pain. It turned to Tom and gave him a nasty smile. "Ah, Tom. So naive. When will you ever learn that whatever you try, you cannot beat me."

The beast charged straight for him, moving away from Briar. That's it. A little closer. he thought. The mutt finally got within the range of his shotgun and Tom fired. The slug that came out had a piece of the wire magnetized to it. As the ball passed through the mutt, it screamed in agony just before the wire and knife entered it from the back. 

The mutt screamed even more as the wire stopped, half in and half out of the mutt. "Mark! Get Briar to safety! I'll handle things here."

((OOC - We really need a posting order.))

Briar had frozen when she had seen the mutt come after her. Her body had remained frozen, refusing to run. Even if she did, she wouldn't have gotten very far with her ankle. It seemed time had slowed down as she watched the other two take the creature down.

When the creature screamed, she had wanted to hide away and just curl up. Briar had heard nothing of the sort, and it chilled her to the born. When it had ended, she stood up, unsteady on her feet. With shaking hands, she slung her bow back over her shoulder and put her arrow back.

Her mind unconsciously turned back to the fight. The entire scene played again and again, until Briar caught something. It dawned on her slowly, and anger, as well as bewilderment appeared. Slowly, she turned to Mark. "You lied," She said, "I can't say I blame you, but you lied about your name."

(ooc: call it a use of my imagination. The wire was special, but I didn't know what it did. So I made something up, just to hurt it. I also agree with the order.)

Tom watched as the creature burned and burned and burned. Recollections came back to him as he stared. The housefire when he still lived in a district, the fires shared by him and some others in a shack. They were both good and bad memories. 

When the fire died, he turned to Mark. He was about to speak when Mark cut him off. "What were you trying to do?" Tom shrugged and replied, "Improvising." He knew that Mark wouldn't take that lightly for an answer, but then a voice filled with hurt came from Briar. All Tom caught was, "You lied to me, about your name." 

Tom looked between Briar and Mark before deciding to leave them for a moment to gather the wire and his knife. 

Tom went to go pick up the knife and the wire. Briar's foot is fine, Mark wouldn't have guessed it, but she stood on it okay so all seemed to be well. Except that it had been like that for years.

"Yes. We should get going. I think we might be able to fix your foot too. You guys interested in District 13 at all?"

Some people preferred the freedom. But District 13 wasn't a prison. It was simply a refuge. They could leave whenever they desired. As long, of course, they weren't spies. Mark could tell these weren't spies.

But they still had to want to go with him to District 13.

(your turn Wanderer)

((It's fine. Really.))

At the mention of fixing her foot, Briar almost wanted to laugh, but just went for shaking her head instead. "Don't bother. I've tried, and it hurts like hell. It's permanently twisted at its odd angle. Though, yes, I did almost get killed for it, it's hardly a problem." She had had three years to make up for it, and she was sure she had. After all, she had survived on her own for those three years, hadn't she?

Then there was the thought of District 13. Personally, she had never been there, and she wondered what it would be like. It sounded interesting, and her adventurous side, no matter how small, seemed to be convincing her. "I also agree. District 13 sounds good. But along the way, do you mind if I hunt?"

Lilac's small silloette tensed against the tall Oak as she her the mutts and the people so near her. Her dark brown hair blended with the tree and her grey-green Seam eyes peired though the mist. In the middle of her hunt she heard the voices, and came to scilence them. Lilac quietly took an arrow from her qiver and Knotched it firmly in her bow Just then she was thankful for her silk tread as she slipped out from the cover of the Oak and bracken that the forest provided her. She materialized from the shadows sveral feet from the boys and the girl, her bow poised to attack,"Mutts?" She asked calmy as she debated whether or not to lower her weapons.