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WHO| Julian, open to anyone in the area--and dinosaurs.
WHAT| An inglorious ending.
WHEN| Early week 8
WHERE| The jungle surrounding the Compound
WARNINGS| Death. Lots of blood. The usual.
The week had taken its toll on Julian--more psychologically than physically, even though he hadn't been able to find anything to sustain him but water. He could go two days without significant sleep, weeks without food, less so without water but he'd located enough of that to keep him going for now.
The problem with walking into this mess so late was that of the people left, they were desperate, starving, and hurting and very much not amicable to polite conversation. And as the days dragged on, the roving packs of carnivorous dinosaurs got bolder--more desperate as well. Julian had traveled as quickly and as quietly as possible, avoiding both people and animals, until he reached a central building on the far end of the island--he hadn't even realized this sort of building would be there.
Quietly, Julian approached the building's front, keeping to the tree line and an ear out for anything approaching.
WHAT| An inglorious ending.
WHEN| Early week 8
WHERE| The jungle surrounding the Compound
WARNINGS| Death. Lots of blood. The usual.
The week had taken its toll on Julian--more psychologically than physically, even though he hadn't been able to find anything to sustain him but water. He could go two days without significant sleep, weeks without food, less so without water but he'd located enough of that to keep him going for now.
The problem with walking into this mess so late was that of the people left, they were desperate, starving, and hurting and very much not amicable to polite conversation. And as the days dragged on, the roving packs of carnivorous dinosaurs got bolder--more desperate as well. Julian had traveled as quickly and as quietly as possible, avoiding both people and animals, until he reached a central building on the far end of the island--he hadn't even realized this sort of building would be there.
Quietly, Julian approached the building's front, keeping to the tree line and an ear out for anything approaching.
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That morning she had woken up to find that the land she had crossed the day before was no submerged, and she was caught on the small end of the island. She could see the bigger island, across the small divide, but he wasn't planning on taking that dip.
Turning, she went back to explore what was still here, staying mainly to the trees, when she could. The movement reminded her of Rue, a bitter sweet memory to keep her company right now.
The trees suddenly cleared, the small building crowding them out. Katniss wiggled down, hitting the ground with a soft thud behind Julian. Opps. As soon as she saw him there, in the shadow of the building, she went for one of her dwindling arrows.
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Another disadvantage to his late coming--he had no weapons. Absolutely nothing but the clothing on his back, really, which was made obvious when he raised his hands, turned to face whoever it was that had fallen.
"I'm not going to hurt you." So if you want to hurt him, please, just get it over with.
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"Do you know what this is?" She asked, tilting her head towards the building in front of them. She moved forward, studying the man. Someone she hadn't seen before, older. Stopping several feet away, she looked past him, to the building.
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"Absolutely no idea, I'm afraid." He's just as lost as she is. Well, that was unfair--he was far more lost than she.
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She approached the building, glancing over her shoulder to see if Julian was going to follow. Whatever was in there, hopefully it would be edible. If she hadn't already decided to trust him, the knot in her stomach would have pushed her forward already.
"I'm Katniss, by the way."
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"Sort of new to all this, if you were wondering." She looks, despite her youth--he guesses she's about half his age--like someone who knew what was going on. A fact which made his heart clench. He knew what this was, after all--Garrus had told him as much. Forcing adults and soldiers to fight was one thing.
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They had been told to act enthusiastic about the opportunity to compete again. But Katniss was running out of energy to pretend. Pushing against the door, she let out a breath as it gave open easily, and paused to let her eyes adjust to the dark before stepping in.
Just in time to miss the rustling in the woods behind them.
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"It's hardly your fault. Though yes, I would rather meet new people under better circumstances."
Julian was doing slightly better--advantage of genetics, and his shorter time here--but he was still feeling weary, hungry, and very much not appreciating the trek through the forest. He turns, backing towards the door when he thinks he hears something behind them, but the sound doesn't repeat itself and his eyes see nothing.
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The interior is absolutely piled with food, and Katniss' stomach growl audibly as she take it all in. It is hard to fight the urge to rip into everything and just stuff herself, with the hunger gnawing away and her body quickly catching on that there is a solution here.
But she doesn't trust this, so late in the game.
Moving carefully, she checks for bombs, trip wires, any sort of trick to this whole thing, before carefully lifting and apple up and sniffing it.
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A full, proper test would take hours. Most of the day, in fact. He was fairly sure he could manage doing so, Katniss had been without food longer than him and he did have certain other advantages, not in the least being trained in what effects exactly poison had on the human body. He'd presumably be able to recognize the symptoms much faster in himself.
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"One thing at a time? If it kills one of us, we know it's out."
Not a perfect experiment, but what other options did they have? As unpleasant as death by poison would be, it'd be far faster than death by starvation.
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"At least try touching it to your skin and lips first. If you notice any tingling or burning, we can eliminate it straight off. I can't say whether I'll show signs of any poison affecting me until too late and you've already deemed it safe, if we go by simply ingesting it and hoping for the best."
The unpredictability of enhanced genetics--Julian of course hadn't ever experimented with feeding himself poison to see how he reacted.
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That might be a little too close to comfort for those watching at home.
Picking her way through the food, she avoided that at the front, before picking a small can from the bottom of a pile and peeling it open. "Here goes nothing..."
Dabbing her finger into the paste inside, she was about to smear it on her lips when she heard an awful scraping sound from the outside of the building.
"...the hell?" Dropping the can, she didn't worry too much about it splattering-there was plenty more where it came from-and grabbed an arrow."
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Polite conversation, however, was always welcome. It meant that they weren't trying to kill her... which was good, since Barbara still held back from killing herself. She kept hoping that if she just survived long enough - well.
Julian gets something of an eye raise from inside the compound proper, as Barbara lifts an eyebrow. She watches him, wondering if she shouldn't drop down.
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But observation would tell her that he was completely unarmed--in fact, he wasn't carrying anything.
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...riiiight. Newbie, from the look if him. Less starved. Less desperate. Less armed. He's lucky it's just her looking. Some people would have taken an arrow to him put of pure mercy. Or practicality. - the only way off this island was to outlast everyone else or die trying.
But it's Barb. So she speaks. " if you're looking for food , I'd stop. "
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"I can do without for a while longer, though a little civil conversation wouldn't go amiss." He spreads his arms, keeping his hands down at his sides as he does so.
"My name is Julian Bashir. I'm a doctor--if you need any medical assistance, I'd be happy to do whatever is in my ability."
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"I'll take food if it's edible." That's not said with any expectation. She's just trying to beat back the fact that she's going to die - again - with humor.
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