Family Life (open)
Nov 28, 2011 13:35:17 GMT -5
Post by Harley Q on Nov 28, 2011 13:35:17 GMT -5
The workers in the fields have been let off earlier than usual because the rain has destroyed most of the crops. "Are you up for some practice little brother? Or are you afraid I'm going to kick your ass like always?" Linnea gives her brother a look that gives his competitive demeanor a jump start. "Just keep talking, that's all your good for anyway," he retorts and then quickens his step to the dead spot in the electrical fence. Linnea snorts and breaks out in a run to beat her brother to the fence and get a head start, That slow troll still has to get his bow and arrows. Linnea is already under the fence and hidden in the forest before Connal can even get his bow and arrows out from his hiding spot - he had dug a hole under a bush right on the other side of the fence.
Linnea and Connal have been "practicing" self-defense in the forest ever since they were little. Their father would take them out there and teach them how to hunt, set up traps, and defend themselves against anything. Linnea surprisingly is much better with hand-to-hand combat than she is with a bow and arrow; and Connal is pretty good fighting with his hands, but is flat out deadly with a bow and arrow. Linnea calls out from the woods, "Give up while you still can Connaly! Just accept my superiority and we can go home!" She looks out from her hiding place amongst some bushes and sees her brother stepping silently through the wood, arrow - blunted, of course - strung and waiting in his steady hand.
She sneaks out from her spot and darts behind a tree, she knows from their hunting escapades that climbing into the trees is the stupidest thing you can do when dealing with Connal. She spots a rock a few feet and away and crawls to it, and quickly throws it away from her. It hits a tree and makes a soft thump. She hears Connal yell a few yards away from her, "Awww come on Lin, I know you can do better than this. I know you threw a rock, I saw it fly out from behind that tree. You're going to have to figure something else out." Crap, what now?. She hears his footsteps getting closer and her breathing slows. Sliding slowly around the tree, she tries to get to his side and out of view. If I can get behind him and get his bow, I've got him. She crawls along the ground, her body melting into the mud and leaves. Linnea makes her way away from the tree while Connal continues to walk up to it. She sees him creeping up to the tree, and spots her chance to snag his bow. From her spot among the dirt and dead leaves, she waits for his hand to ease on the arrow ever so slightly and then pounces.
She leaps from the ground and tackles him to the ground, knocking the arrow out of his hands. She quickly throws a few rapid punches to his ribs and jaw. He gets up, throws her off and turns to search for the arrow she had knocked away. Linnea charges and lands a powerful kick to his stomach, and another to his jaw. He then abandons his search and focuses on her. Bringing his arms up slowly to defend himself from his sister, he waits for her to throw the first punch. She starts to circle around him, looking for a spot to hit, a moment to strike, a weakness. His shoulders start to turn, and his foot begins to pivot; then a big fist is flying at her face. Quickly ducking out of the way, she throws more rapid punches to his rib cage and one strong upper-cut to his chin, followed by a final kick to the face. He lands on the ground and lays there a bit, slowly rebuilding his strength to get up. "I think I won," she said as she walks over and grabs the arrow. "See you at home," she says over her shoulder.
As she starts walking back home, she hears the whistle of an arrow pass her ear. What the hell was that? A few feet away from her is the second arrow that had been shot right past her ear - it was stuck in a tree trunk. She was expecting to see another one of Connal's arrows, but it wasn't. Linnea looks down at the arrow she had stolen from her brother and then back at the one in the tree - Connal makes his own arrows. His hunting arrows are painted all gray and the blunted ones for practice have a streak of red going down the length of the arrow. She walks up to the strange thing sticking out of the tree trunk until her nose was almost touching the tree. She was looking for the big red line going down the middle, but all she saw was plain black paint. Did he really just shoot one of his hunting arrows at me? Why on earth would he do that? But the paint is different, it can't be his. Then she saw it, it was small and unnoticeable in regular light, but at just the right angle she could see it plain as day. The Capitol insignia that was engraved at the end has been scratched over with something and right above it are her father's initials, A.J.S. A twig is snapped right behind her and she turns around, almost breaking her neck in the process. Hoping to see Connal standing there laughing at her stupidity for believing this was real and that it was really some stupid prank, she continues to look around but sees nothing. Then out of the corner of her eye something flits across the trees. She yanks the arrow out of the tree and starts to walk back to where she had left Connal when she sees something lying on the ground.
It's a small brown package tied together with some butcher's twine. She picks it up and notices the messy scrawled handwriting on the paper; it looked strangely familiar, but she couldn't place where she had seen such writing before. It was her father's initials... In his own hand. He's alive?
Linnea and Connal have been "practicing" self-defense in the forest ever since they were little. Their father would take them out there and teach them how to hunt, set up traps, and defend themselves against anything. Linnea surprisingly is much better with hand-to-hand combat than she is with a bow and arrow; and Connal is pretty good fighting with his hands, but is flat out deadly with a bow and arrow. Linnea calls out from the woods, "Give up while you still can Connaly! Just accept my superiority and we can go home!" She looks out from her hiding place amongst some bushes and sees her brother stepping silently through the wood, arrow - blunted, of course - strung and waiting in his steady hand.
She sneaks out from her spot and darts behind a tree, she knows from their hunting escapades that climbing into the trees is the stupidest thing you can do when dealing with Connal. She spots a rock a few feet and away and crawls to it, and quickly throws it away from her. It hits a tree and makes a soft thump. She hears Connal yell a few yards away from her, "Awww come on Lin, I know you can do better than this. I know you threw a rock, I saw it fly out from behind that tree. You're going to have to figure something else out." Crap, what now?. She hears his footsteps getting closer and her breathing slows. Sliding slowly around the tree, she tries to get to his side and out of view. If I can get behind him and get his bow, I've got him. She crawls along the ground, her body melting into the mud and leaves. Linnea makes her way away from the tree while Connal continues to walk up to it. She sees him creeping up to the tree, and spots her chance to snag his bow. From her spot among the dirt and dead leaves, she waits for his hand to ease on the arrow ever so slightly and then pounces.
She leaps from the ground and tackles him to the ground, knocking the arrow out of his hands. She quickly throws a few rapid punches to his ribs and jaw. He gets up, throws her off and turns to search for the arrow she had knocked away. Linnea charges and lands a powerful kick to his stomach, and another to his jaw. He then abandons his search and focuses on her. Bringing his arms up slowly to defend himself from his sister, he waits for her to throw the first punch. She starts to circle around him, looking for a spot to hit, a moment to strike, a weakness. His shoulders start to turn, and his foot begins to pivot; then a big fist is flying at her face. Quickly ducking out of the way, she throws more rapid punches to his rib cage and one strong upper-cut to his chin, followed by a final kick to the face. He lands on the ground and lays there a bit, slowly rebuilding his strength to get up. "I think I won," she said as she walks over and grabs the arrow. "See you at home," she says over her shoulder.
As she starts walking back home, she hears the whistle of an arrow pass her ear. What the hell was that? A few feet away from her is the second arrow that had been shot right past her ear - it was stuck in a tree trunk. She was expecting to see another one of Connal's arrows, but it wasn't. Linnea looks down at the arrow she had stolen from her brother and then back at the one in the tree - Connal makes his own arrows. His hunting arrows are painted all gray and the blunted ones for practice have a streak of red going down the length of the arrow. She walks up to the strange thing sticking out of the tree trunk until her nose was almost touching the tree. She was looking for the big red line going down the middle, but all she saw was plain black paint. Did he really just shoot one of his hunting arrows at me? Why on earth would he do that? But the paint is different, it can't be his. Then she saw it, it was small and unnoticeable in regular light, but at just the right angle she could see it plain as day. The Capitol insignia that was engraved at the end has been scratched over with something and right above it are her father's initials, A.J.S. A twig is snapped right behind her and she turns around, almost breaking her neck in the process. Hoping to see Connal standing there laughing at her stupidity for believing this was real and that it was really some stupid prank, she continues to look around but sees nothing. Then out of the corner of her eye something flits across the trees. She yanks the arrow out of the tree and starts to walk back to where she had left Connal when she sees something lying on the ground.
It's a small brown package tied together with some butcher's twine. She picks it up and notices the messy scrawled handwriting on the paper; it looked strangely familiar, but she couldn't place where she had seen such writing before. It was her father's initials... In his own hand. He's alive?
