Hunt 015 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

[Gale Hawthorne]

Meet me out front of the castle. Lets get this over with.

Don't tell Katniss, she'd want to stop it, probably.

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[Those out in the gardens will see a rather strange sight. They'll see Daryl Dixon, leant against a tree, tossing a ball out as far away as he can throw it.

A sheep-type creature is running out, grabbing the ball, and fetching it back. It makes content baaing noises whenever Daryl pets it for bringing the ball back before throwing it again.

His journal is open next to him, so the entire castle can hear him coo and make baby-voice noises to the sheep.]

Comments

[fanstheflame]

[once he sees the filter, he knows exactly what it's about, and doesn't even really gather anything up, save for a bottle of something from the sacred Cabinet Of Crowley's Booze. he doesn't even really know what it tastes like - he's still learning to distinguish everything that isn't moonshine.

well-equipped, he heads up to the castle grounds from the town]

[squirrelhunter]

[And to find Daryl leaning against the wall of the castle itself, near the door. He has a companion, that Mareep that followed him home from Unova.

When he sees Gale, he pushes off from the wall and just walks forward. He doesn't look away from the other guy, and doesn't say anything.]

[fanstheflame]

[there's something about the arrangement that makes Gale feel right at home. it's the straightforwardness of it: how clean and simple and honest it is. there aren't any grudges, there's nothing complicated or magical at work here. it's just the squaring up of something between two men who understand each other: and in that moment, he feels as though the gap between them closes even more. there's a lot of respect Daryl's gained for himself by doing this, Gale thinks, as his right hand slowly flexes, then balls into a fist.

when he's close enough, he takes half a second more to size Daryl up - more to gauge things up than anything else.

then he swings: a clean, fast hit to the jaw. not hard enough to break, or at any angle that would split his lip, but it's a legal sort of hit, the kind that still counts.

once Daryl recovers from it, Gale will already be wordlessly offering him the bottle.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Things need to be more simple around here, Daryl agrees. He knows he was in the wrong, and he felt fucking awful about it.

This? This was balancing the scales. It didn't make it better, but it at least made Daryl feel like he was paying for it...

...Along with the broken collarbone. And if Katniss wanted to get him back for it, she was welcome to.

He doesn't flinch from the punch, doesn't tense, that would make it worse. He does stumble back from the force of the punch, enough that he falls down, throwing a hand out to stabilise himself.

He pauses, rotating his jaw, making sure everything's still there, before turning and spitting off to one side. The Mareep trots up, bleats and nuzzles into his side. Daryl pats it before taking the bottle, taking a drink from it, before standing and offering it back.]

[fanstheflame]

[with a nod of thanks, Gale takes the bottle back and glances over...just that easily, he jumps into idle conversation]

You kept yours, too, huh?

[squirrelhunter]

Yeah. S'warm at night, means I don't have t'put the heat on. What'd you get?

[fanstheflame]

[be thankful that he understands what you mean, or you would get all the horrible jokes.] Mine's a ... I think it was called a Cubone? It wears a skull on its head to protect itself - mostly I just let it run around in the woods, since it's pretty good at fending for itself, but he helps me hunt sometimes.

[squirrelhunter]

[And Daryl would have to fight back. You don't mess with a Dixon, Gale.]

Yeah. I seen 'em out in that Unova place. Ain't never seen critters like 'em. We got sheep an' all, but that's it.

Action - Because Carol finally needs to meet Mareep

[losteveryone]

[Well, guess who was out in the gardens, Daryl? Actually she was just making her way back from work when she spotted him and that sheep-type creature of his. She makes her way quietly towards him, not wanting to disturb him.

She stops not far from him and smiles as she just watches, not drawing attention to herself just yet. She hasn't seen Daryl like this before and she takes it in so she can remember it.]

Everyone needs to meet Mareep.

[squirrelhunter]

[The sheep continues to bounce around and fetch the ball. This goes on for a further five minutes, before it actually notices someone watching them and bleats.

Daryl looks around noticing Carol, and sits up against the tree further.]

Hey.

Of course!

[losteveryone]

[Carol jumps a little as the sheep bleats but she quickly relaxes and the smile remains on her lips as Daryl turns towards her. She looks back down at the sheep and then back at him as she moves closer towards them both.]

Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you I was just...watching.

[She nods towards the sheep] Who's this? Don't think we've met before.

Re: Of course!

[squirrelhunter]

[And Mareep instantly bounces up towards Carol, because Yay new frands]

S'a Mareep. Don't have a name, didn't give it one.

[losteveryone]

[Carol's smile breaks out wider as the Mareep bounds over to her. She hesitates a moment before reaching down to pet it gently.]

Well, he's adorable. It is a 'he' and not a 'she', right? Don't want to get that wrong.

[squirrelhunter]

Yeah. He's a he.

[The sheep bleats and lets Carol pet him]

He's an attention whore.

[losteveryone]

[Well, he's getting all the attention from Carol at the minute. She will stand up straight again after a while turning her attention back to Daryl.]

Well, I'm sure he has no trouble getting attention. How long have you had him?

[squirrelhunter]

[And the Mareep goes back to jumping around, baaing happily.]

Since we went to Unova a few months ago.