Voices and About Everything You Don't Need to Know
Oct 24, 2009 19:43:49 GMT -5
Post by Quint on Oct 24, 2009 19:43:49 GMT -5
“The ear of the leader must ring with the voices of the people.”
--Woodrow T. Wilson
Men Will Be Boys (Scamp Anderson and William Grimme)
The boy flipped open the knife, stalking the prey and the meat that could grizzled inside of it. It was a doe. Still young, too. Not much more than a child though.
He took careful aim, making sure to steady his tuning vision. He pulled back and threw the knife, hoping it would land on its destination of the hip. Surely, it would cripple the doe and he would have enough game to supply the whole gang for at least 2 days.
In his bag, he carried 3 squirrels, 2 male porcupine, and 2 mallards. One of which was already dead for some reason and the other which was an easy kill.
The knife lodged itself into the doe's hip, just as planned. It attempted to evade, but he did what he had to. He quickly fumbled through his bag, and took out the chipped and ragged bow he had carved during his free time and pulled back an arrow he had made as well.
He had mastered the knife over the first year he had spent with Myla. Now he was committed to work on his archery skills. The arrow sprung from the bow and was sent whirling towards the handicapped doe.
It only had enough to turn before the arrowhead was lodged in its breast. It faltered then quickly fell to the ground. He cursed. He caught the prey, but he didn't get for where he was aiming. The head.
He packed up the doe along with all of the other game and started heading to camp. He'd be there before sunset. It would take about a 20 minute walk. As a current Food Seeker, he was one of the few members who were certified to wander off.
"Hey kid!" a frail voice called out. Scamp turned to see William Grimme. A new member who had once lived in District 12, just as he had. He was the oldest member of the group and claimed to be from the original rebellion. Now, the current Uprising, was the 3rd generation of members. First, the time of the Founders. Then, the time of Haven and Caden. Now, the third generation took its place with no other than Griffin Tucker.
"I need to talk to ya. Get that Tucker kid too. I need both of you." And with those words, Scamp honestly didn't want or need an explanation. He just casually jogged towards camp, ready to call Griffin and bring him back to Mr. William Grimme, the mysterious man who claimed to be a member not but 32 years ago.
--Woodrow T. Wilson
Men Will Be Boys (Scamp Anderson and William Grimme)
The boy flipped open the knife, stalking the prey and the meat that could grizzled inside of it. It was a doe. Still young, too. Not much more than a child though.
He took careful aim, making sure to steady his tuning vision. He pulled back and threw the knife, hoping it would land on its destination of the hip. Surely, it would cripple the doe and he would have enough game to supply the whole gang for at least 2 days.
In his bag, he carried 3 squirrels, 2 male porcupine, and 2 mallards. One of which was already dead for some reason and the other which was an easy kill.
The knife lodged itself into the doe's hip, just as planned. It attempted to evade, but he did what he had to. He quickly fumbled through his bag, and took out the chipped and ragged bow he had carved during his free time and pulled back an arrow he had made as well.
He had mastered the knife over the first year he had spent with Myla. Now he was committed to work on his archery skills. The arrow sprung from the bow and was sent whirling towards the handicapped doe.
It only had enough to turn before the arrowhead was lodged in its breast. It faltered then quickly fell to the ground. He cursed. He caught the prey, but he didn't get for where he was aiming. The head.
He packed up the doe along with all of the other game and started heading to camp. He'd be there before sunset. It would take about a 20 minute walk. As a current Food Seeker, he was one of the few members who were certified to wander off.
"Hey kid!" a frail voice called out. Scamp turned to see William Grimme. A new member who had once lived in District 12, just as he had. He was the oldest member of the group and claimed to be from the original rebellion. Now, the current Uprising, was the 3rd generation of members. First, the time of the Founders. Then, the time of Haven and Caden. Now, the third generation took its place with no other than Griffin Tucker.
"I need to talk to ya. Get that Tucker kid too. I need both of you." And with those words, Scamp honestly didn't want or need an explanation. He just casually jogged towards camp, ready to call Griffin and bring him back to Mr. William Grimme, the mysterious man who claimed to be a member not but 32 years ago.
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