((Ok, I'd like to start this tomorrow. More people are welcome to join in at any point.))
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((So I was thinking that all the characters could start out in the Badlands?)) Desmond had been walking all day, and the sun was low in the sky. He knew he would have to stop before it got dark, but he had run into a group of vicious people, and wanted to get as much distance between them as possible. He continued walking until he found a river, and he stopped to take a long drink. A fox barked in the distance and Desmond looked around cautiously. He knew that fox calls were used for communication between some tribes. Desmond eventually curled up and tried to get some sleep. There was no point in making a fire, as he would just be spotted from a mile away.
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Jack stayed where he was, perched up in his tree. He was completely hidden by the thick leaves and branches, but still stayed crouched low and silent. He kept one hand on his bow, squeezing it tightly in his calloused and scarred hands. He watched the world below him with sharp blue eyes, and waited. For what, he didn't know. He just waited.
Cassidy preferred to travel at night. Not many people were out and about, and she had the advantage. Cassidy had always hunted at night, she was surefooted and agile, but most importantly, she could see other people, and they couldn't see her. Something moved to her right and her hand went to one of her machetes. As she crept closer, she saw a man lay down with his head on his bag. He was alone, so Cassidy let him be. She continued on, attempting to track some prey when she discovered something odd. broken foliage, and foot prints in the dust. Human foot prints. They stopped at a tree, and Cassidy drew her machetes, looking up.
Jack could hear movement, the sound of someone or something moving through the forest. It would've been easily missed by someone who had not spent their life tracking and following tiny movements. He tensed and froze as the sound stopped below his tree. He gripped his bow even tighter and silently started to reach for his belt to find the knife-darts he kept there.
Cassidy heard movement, and her eyes traveled upwards, settling on the lone figure in the tree. Not many people would be able to climb a tree like that, especially with all their tools. They were clearly a hunter like herself. "Sorry." She whispered. "Thought you was a bandit."
Jack stayed silent, keeping his hand on his belt. He narrowed his eyes at the stranger below him. From their looks, they seemed to be a wild one, like him. A hunter. He cautiously and deftly slid down to the next branch to peer down and get a better look at this stranger.
Alina cursed. She had landed in the Badlands, and this time she was in deep trouble. In order to escape from her father, she'd had to travel light--that meant leaving behind her longsword and her bow. Now she only carried two small daggers and a carving knife, for meat. If someone attacked her right now, she'd be near defenseless, except for her own martial arts skills and instinct. She heard a fox call and tensed. She knew what it meant, and that there were people around. She should have never came here. Her knives gripped tightly, she made her way across the arid land.
Cassidy was about to turn around and walk away when the figure hopped down to a lower branch, and she could see him clearly. "Jack!" She exclaimed, louder then she should've. "What the he.ll are you doing here?" They were over two hundred miles from home.
Desmond jolted awake as the sound of crunching leaves came closer. They were a smaller figure, just past his hiding spot. Walking so casually, Desmond drew his sword and leapt up, holding it to the intruder's throat. She was a girl, with dark hair and eyes, clean and out of place. "Jesus, how old are you? Sixteen?"
Jack's blue eyes widened wordlessly as he recognized the stranger below. Well, stranger wouldn't be an appropriate word for Cassidy. He leapt down a little lower, taking his hand away from his knife-darts.
"I could ask the same thing." Jack replied in his low rasp. He stayed up in the tree, though he did come lower.
Alina jumped as tall, brawny man with a sword jumped out at her. How had she not seen him? The tip of his sword was now at her throat and she had to stop herself from gasping. It was a rare event that anybody snuck up on her. She locked eyes with the man, who said, "Jesus, how old are you? Sixteen." She could see the contempt on his face and realized how out of place she must look, just coming from her father's fortress.
She grinned, careful not to move her throat, and slowly placed both hands around the sword. Watching him so as not to miss any sudden movements, she shoved the sword away, ignoring the lacerations that appeared on her palms. "Are you going to kill me now?" she said once her throat was bared again. She dropped her hands and let the blood from her wounds soak the ground.
Cassidy blinked and looked away. "I'm lookin for my pa. He came this way five years ago, on his way to California to ask for help. He never came back. When did you leave the Feral?" She asked him. She had been gone for probably a few months, and a lot could've changed since then. Cassidy didn't feel right leaving her clan, but they had a better chance with her father, and if not, with the California Confederation.
Desmond watched as the girl shoved his sword away, cutting her hands in the process. "No, probably not. Why? You want me to kill you? Desmond sheathed his sword and sat back down. The girl for the most part seemed harmless. It was a wonder she made it this far as it is. "Go back to your group, fore you get killed. There are much worse things out here then me."
"I been gone....Maybe three, four months." Jack said after clumsily counting on his fingers for a moment. "Hard to keep track." He leaned forward a little, staying perfectly balanced on his branch. He blinked at Cassidy a few times.
Alina sneered at the man. "You want me to go back to my group?" She laughed. "That is in itself a death sentence--a slow one. You don't know what you're asking." She narrowed her eyes at him and jerked her head towards his hiding place. "What are you doing out here, scaring little girls?"
"You've been gone longer then I." Cassidy said. She shifted on her feet, not really knowing what to say. She had met Jack when she was barely a teenager. They had some similar hunting places and habits, but other then that they didn't really see each other. Clans kept to themselves. "You seen my pa?" She asked him, not allowing herself to get her hopes up.
Desmond ignored the girl while he started to set up a fire. There was no use sitting in the cold, and maybe her family would see the smoke. "I was sleeping." He said. "You don't know what's out here, and I dam.n well guarantee whatever is at home is better then what's out here. Especially for someone like you."
"Someone like me?" she said ironically. "Someone like me could change your future." She left it at that and started to walk away, her daggers now poised in her hands in case of another threat.
Jack shook his head. He leaned forward a little more. His position seemed precarious, but he was perfectly balanced from his many years of practice.
Desmond debated going after her, but decided against it. What was the point? He couldn't protect anyone but himself, he had learned from experience. He would rather the girl die out of his sight anyways. He had seen enough children get slaughtered, he didn't need to see this. "Good luck." He called after her.
Cassidy sighed, she hadn't wanted to hope, but it happened anyways. "Well what the he.ll ya doin out here? No one travels this far from home for a hunting trip." Cassidy said curiously.