ext_141420 ([identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-08-24 10:10 pm
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Wilderness Survival Redux - Week 7 | Thursday Morning, A Clearing in the Woods

"Today," Callisto addressed the class. "As a new and novel experience, I'm actually giving you clothing to wear."

She pointed to a pile of masks, gloves, elbow and knee pads, and body armour "There should be something in your sizes there. Get changed."

After everyone had gotten changed, she pulled out a slingshot and a pouch full of paintballs, and continued. "Today's class is simple. You run, I hunt, you make it to the end of the class without being caught or me shooting you, I don't make you go back to the dorms naked. You have until I reach two hundred to get out of here."

With that Callisto closed her eyes and started counting.

[ooc: OCD threads coming are up!]
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Re: The Hunt (WSR - Wk7)

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-24 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean moved even more cautiously, trying to keep an eye on everything around him. It wasn't fair that they didn't get paintguns too. He'd feel a lot more comfortable if he was armed.

Re: The Hunt (WSR - Wk7)

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-24 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Instinct and training took over and Dean was diving and rolling for cover before he'd had time to form the conscious thought to do so. He ended up behind some bushes near the bottom of the tree that had been hit and cautiously looked around in the direction he thought the paintball had come from.

Re: The Hunt (WSR - Wk7)

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-24 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean ducked back behind the tree, waiting for a pause in the barrage then took off away from the attack, running in an erratic zig zap pattern to try and make himself a harder target.

Re: The Hunt (WSR - Wk7)

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-24 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, the problem with a random pattern is that sometimes you will randomly end up running into a shot. "Aw, crap!" he said, slowing to a stop and rubbing his shoulder.