(IC) An Unceasing Hunger [Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf]

[Metastachydium]

Carine is surprised to feel the vehicle underneath her burst forward suddenly, worsening her vertigo enough to almost have her tumbling straight off the ATV. What's it? Why the speeding oh ****. a quick glance back answers her question just fine. Of course it had to be Shia. A low wheezing sound escapes Carine's throat as she clings tighter yet to Jim. Oh ****. Now this is (and here, she strains her mind to find the right qualifier)… Bad? That'll do. This is bad. Way ****ing bad.

Spoiler: Carine

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Blood tokens: 1/5
Item: none
Other belongings: white one-shoulder T-shirt, light gray high ankle skinny jeans (now slightly redesigned), flat thong sandals, a dishtowel and half a roll of gauze, some of Chelsea's fairly dirty dirt, a lot of blood that's not quite where it should be, a nastier vertigo, the same old headache, an all new headache, Jim's comforting proximity, a primal fear and no idea, clever or otherwise

[MaltholLoth]

Why oh why look back. Well, at least it gave them warning they were about to have their heads pulled off and their brains eaten.

Pushing suddenly on the accelerator, he slipped in his rush and had to reapply the pedal to the metal. He knew the acceleration wasn't there to compete with that of Shia, so thinking the rough terrain would slow a person on foot more than the vehicle. He was wrong. "Frak! Sorry Carine. I'll try and get before the car at least." he says while desperately trying to avoid all of the roots, dios, stones and of course, trees.

Spoiler: Jim

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Blood tokens: 1
Item(s): multitool with torch, couple of alcoholic wipes, small axe (stored in the waist or tie of coat, who knows, not Jim), key B, key C,
Dressed: Comfy walking boots with one ankle being less than comfortable, loose cargo trousers, loose t-shirt (2 tears near shoulder) and lightweight waterproof coat tied around his hips, a blood form of lipstick.
Emotional/mental state: pain, more pain, did I mention pain, freaked by very close shia and poor driving skills

[7LayerDipstick]

Chelsea hauls the unconscious ranger over to the wall and sets him upright. She sees that normal coloration is quickly returning to his skin, and his breathing stabilizes. Smacking the man in the face a few times does seem to stir him from his insensibility. The man's head lolls on his chest for a few seconds, moving limply as though attempting to look around despite his eyes being closed. Eventually, he opens his eyes and blinks, processing the change in environment. Suddenly his head snaps up as he looks over the room with panicked speed and scrabbles along the wall toward one of the shelving units.

"Where is he? Where is he hiding? I don't want to die!" he sputters, the words spilling out of his mouth in a torrent as he searches the room without seeming to see anything in it, much less Chelsea.

Jim speeds along, avoiding stones and fallen branches and keeping his distance from Shia. Until the vehicle's headlights illuminate the trunk of a pine that Jim steers to dodge, only for the lights to shine on a fallen log large enough to destroy the ATV on impact. Acting as quickly as he can, Jim brakes hard and oversteers in the opposite direction, turning away from the obstacle and sending up a shower of needles and grit. Putting his foot down, they take off again into the woods, the maneuver saving their skins but unfortunately allowing Shia to close some of the distance between them.

[WindStruck]

"H-hey! Calm down!" Chelsea says. "The freak is chasing some other people driving an ATV."

"So stop panicking and let's figure something out." She walks over to pick up a bloodied axe, which served them well.

Spoiler: Chelsea

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Blood Tokens: 5
items: half a bikini, axe
-excellent swimmer
-fairly dirty and blood-spackled (but it's not her blood)

[Metastachydium]

Hissing profanities between panicked winces, Carine tries hard to hang on for dear life, a daunting task indeed with all the bumbps, twistings and turnings. To aggravate things even further, as her head bobs forward and to a side quite violently when they hit one of the aforesaid bumps, she realizes with horror that for all Jim's valiant efforts, the creep is getting closer.

Luckily (or perhaps not quite so luckily), she notces another thing as well. The bear pouch. She's seen stuff like that before in a documentary or something. She only stares at the thing for a couple heartbeats of hesitation before all considerations of safety and blaring cautionary sirens are flushed clean out of her feverish brain. Her arm slips off Jim and in a daring attempt to maintain her cautious hold on the vehicle with only her feeble thighs and knees she reaches back to try and get the pouch open.

Spoiler: Carine

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(1d6)[1] to maybe not fall off the ATV or anything.

Blood tokens: 1/5
Item: none
Other belongings: white one-shoulder T-shirt, light gray high ankle skinny jeans (now slightly redesigned), flat thong sandals, a dishtowel and half a roll of gauze, some of Chelsea's fairly dirty dirt, a lot of blood that's not quite where it should be, a nastier vertigo, the same old headache, an all new headache, an idea, not exactly clever but, rather, otherwise

[MaltholLoth]

This atv was no trace car, and the forest no prefect track. He noticed Carine leaning to get something from behind them. Luckily he is able to keep the vehicle going relatively smoothly but remains at the ready to grab her.

As Carine moves back to the seat with her find, Jim takes the chance to experiment with the controls, lights to more powerful and aid their journey, make the other vehicle aware of them or if he finds a fog light, a slight blinding of shia that may slow his pursuit. Heck even the windscreen wash if it went over the top may be just enough to make him lose a footing.

"What we got there Carine? Tell me it's something that can stop him."

Spoiler: Jim

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Blood tokens: 1
Item(s): multitool with torch, couple of alcoholic wipes, small axe (stored in the waist or tie of coat, who knows, not Jim), key B, key C,
Dressed: Comfy walking boots with one ankle being less than comfortable, loose cargo trousers, loose t-shirt (2 tears near shoulder) and lightweight waterproof coat tied around his hips, a blood form of lipstick.
Emotional/mental state: pain, more pain, did I mention pain, freaked by very close shia and poor driving skills

[Metastachydium]

Stuff? Carine replies, most helpfully. I'm working on it, okay?

[7LayerDipstick]

Chelsea watches as the man's eyes continue to flick wildly around the room, but after a few moments, his breathing slows, and he seems to calm slightly. He gazes into the darkness outside as Chelsea hefts up the axe, dislodging a partially congealed drop of blood from the blade. "Chasing someone," he mutters melancholy, "On an ATV?" His eyes slide over to the empty space where the vehicle once sat. "But they didn't sign it out... not going to help anyways..." Suddenly he seems rejuvenated with panic again as he whirls around with a crazed gleam in his eye. "We have to go now. As fast as we can! And we have to hope he doesn't find us before we leave these grounds!"

Jim sends the ATV as hard as possible, putting as much pressure on the throttle as it will allow. The forest seems to open up in front of him as though the trees themselves are avoiding the light of the high beams letting the vehicle hurtle along with the engine letting out a high-pitched whine to decry the lack of a higher gear. Despite that, Shia continues to close the gap, leaping past divots and rocks to get just outside of grasping distance, his hand prematurely outstretched toward the rear.

Carine fumbles through the pouch, trying to grab hold of something through her weakness and the jostling of the ride. She nearly has ahold of something roughly textured multiple times but eventually manages to wrap her fingers around a smooth can and yanks it free of the pocket. In the diffuse light from the front, she can just make out the printed shape of a bear as well as identify the handle, thumb trigger, and nozzle of the can of pepper spray.

[WindStruck]

Chelsea nods, "Yeah, couldn't agree more. Grab an axe, a crowbar, a hammer.. whatever. And then let's get out of here!"

"Maybe we could even find a shirt? But.." looking out uncertainly into the darkness and the disappearing lights of the ATV she says, "I kind of doubt it. He has a nasty habit of moving fast and showing up when you don't want him to."

Chelsea looks around for something else useful around here. They'd probably need a flashlight too. If she spots a flashlight, she grabs it.

Spoiler: Chelsea

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Blood Tokens: 5
items: half a bikini, bloodied axe
-excellent swimmer
-fairly dirty and blood-spackled (but it's not her blood)

[Metastachydium]

Carine stares at the container for a moment before realizing what it really is, but that only sweetens the realization that does hit her in the end. It's basically mace. For bears. She can work with that. And it came at the single best moment. Even she can't possibly miss Shia at this range. Raising the can and taking aim (which would be a lot easier were it not for Shia being so damn blurry), she feels instinct shutting her eyes tight as she presses the trigger and lets loose the beargas.

Spoiler: Carine

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Blood tokens: 1/5
Item: a trusty can of beargas
Other belongings: white one-shoulder T-shirt, light gray high ankle skinny jeans (now slightly redesigned), flat thong sandals, a dishtowel and half a roll of gauze, some of Chelsea's fairly dirty dirt, a lot of blood that's not quite where it should be, a still somewhat unkind vertigo, the same old headache, a moment of anticipated triumph

[MaltholLoth]

Stuff?! Stuff?! Oh that's helpful. Still, he absolute best to concentrate on driving, then noticing a track off to one side he pushed across to that to ease his way.

He had no idea what Carine was doing but once on the track he rushed a glance towards her. One arm was out and she seemed defiant in pose but her eyes were shut? "Hold on in there C. We can still do this."

Spoiler: Jim

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Blood tokens: 1
Item(s): multitool with torch, couple of alcoholic wipes, small axe (stored in the waist or tie of coat, who knows, not Jim), key B, key C,
Dressed: Comfy walking boots with one ankle being less than comfortable, loose cargo trousers, loose t-shirt (2 tears near shoulder) and lightweight waterproof coat tied around his hips, a blood form of lipstick.
Emotional/mental state: pain, more pain, did I mention pain, a concentration that isn't very concentrated.

[7LayerDipstick]

Jim spots the clear, smooth earth of one of the park's walking paths and slides over through a gap between two trees. With the rough terrain behind him, the ATV is better able to accelerate and keep its speed, allowing him to nearly keep pace with the inhuman cannibal. Despite the clear track, Shia closes the last remaining space, his fingers a fraction of an inch from gripping the rear of their escape. The madman's victory is interrupted when he looks up into the nozzle of a can of pepper spray just as Carine squeezes down on the trigger, sending out the spray of chemical irritant. Shia raises his arm to shield his eyes, but it is a moment too late as he begins to cough and splutter with the strength of the capsaicin now inhabiting his lungs. He stumbles back, still sprinting, but suddenly less sure on his feet. He lowers his arm, allowing Carine to see the discoloration of the spray and the glimmer of rivers of tears running down his face in the ATV's red tail-lights.

Chelsea looks around for a moment as the ranger starts to fumble with something on his belt, but she is unable to spot a flashlight on any of the shelves. Portable work-lights are plentiful, some even battery operated, but they are all affixed to bulky-looking stands. Just as she takes stock of the lighting options, the fluorescent lights overhead snap to darkness for a brief moment and flicker back to life. With the moment of darkness past, Chelsea notices the ranger yanking open a collapsible baton and muttering. His voice raises, "Stay armed, stay safe! Stay arm- A shirt! You want to worry about your temperature when there's a lunatic-" His voice cuts off as he looks up to see Chelsea's exposed skin. In an instant his eyes are averted, his free hand is up to block his peripheral vision, and his voice loses its crazed edge. "Right, yeah, shirt, good idea," he says, rushing toward the door to the hall, "The cafe has shirts, shorts, and sandals. We should be quick."

[WindStruck]

Chelsea hurries after the ranger down the hall. Probably the best way to be going regardless, since it felt sensible to just to head out the main entrance and down the road toward the highway.

"Yeah, well, you still had a point! The sooner we can get out of here, the better, shirt or no shirt!"

Still, it would only take like.. 30 seconds to slip on a shirt, some shorts, and some sandals? But that was assuming there were no other hiccups or obstacles preventing them from getting into that store.

Spoiler: Chelsea

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Blood Tokens: 5
items: half a bikini, bloodied axe
-excellent swimmer
-fairly dirty and blood-spackled (but it's not her blood)

[Metastachydium]

Carine cautiously opens one eye and then the other, only to see Shia furiously crying his own eyes out. Jim's encouraging words suddenly sound a lot less like noble lies meant to keep her from just falling apart. Turning back towards the front of the vehicle to regain her balance, she plants a small kiss on the man's nape as a reward of sorts, before sticking the can under his nose. Beargas. she mumbles triumphantly. Creep didn't like it.

Spoiler: Carine

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Blood tokens: 1/5
Item: a trusty can of beargas (2×(-4), 3×(-2) remaining)
Other belongings: white one-shoulder T-shirt, light gray high ankle skinny jeans (now slightly redesigned), flat thong sandals, a dishtowel and half a roll of gauze, some of Chelsea's fairly dirty dirt, a lot of blood that's not quite where it should be, a still somewhat unkind vertigo, the same old headache, a moment of triumph

[MaltholLoth]

Yes, a path to follow. And peering into the distance, he couldn't see any trees before then that soon. That felt like a small victory. Then came a kiss from Carine, even if it was on his neck, that was victory two.

The can under his nose though tickled at his senses. He quickly moved his face away from it, taking one hand off the wheel and leaning over to give a quick hug. "Thank you." he wondered what that can had held. Bear gas... The bear bit he could guess at, the gas bit... Or was bear a brand. "As glad as I am of it... What's bear gas? And does it have to be under my nose?". He gave a smile her way before trying to concentrate on the road ahead.

Spoiler: Jim

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Blood tokens: 1
Item(s): multitool with torch, couple of alcoholic wipes, small axe (stored in the waist or tie of coat, who knows, not Jim), key B, key C,
Dressed: Comfy walking boots with one ankle being less than comfortable, loose cargo trousers, loose t-shirt (2 tears near shoulder) and lightweight waterproof coat tied around his hips, a blood form of lipstick.
Emotional/mental state: pain, more pain, did I mention pain,

[Metastachydium]

Oh. Carine flashes an awkward, apologetic little smile at Jim, yanking the can away from his face. Right. Sorry. It's, like, mace. For bears. And very not your face. she explains most seriously.

[MaltholLoth]

Jim would have felt sorry for nearly anyone having to face that, anyone but Shia that is. He was certainly glad he wasn't facing it. "Nice, you keep that stuff going if he get's anywhere near! We'll do this!" He then looks around, realising in his efforts to escape the crazed Shia, he'd lost track of the other vehicle he'd come out to get to. "D'oh!"

[7LayerDipstick]

As the ranger rushes down the hallway, he casts his gaze at the walls as if looking through them. "I think the backup generator is providing power now, no more city power, so clothes will be good. Plenty of clothes. Stay armed, stay safe. Stay armed, stay safe." Once he passes the threshold into the main space of the lodge, he uses his free hand to grasp at a keyring hooked to his belt while he unsteadily makes his way across the room. When Chelsea enters the room, she notices that the area seems dimmer and looks up to see that many of the lights overhead are dark.

Blinking heavily and wheezing, Shia continues to sprint after the fleeing pair, but seems to have lost some edge as he repeatedly staggers and stumbles over what few bumps and divots exist on the trail. Carine notices that the lunatic tries his best to regain his footing, now much further away than he was just a few moments before. Jim follows the trail as it slowly curves to the left to follow alongside a deep ravine. If his sense of direction hasn't failed him, they should be headed in the direction of the park's main road. Realizing he's failed to keep attention on his original goal, he casts about for any sign of the vehicle's lights. Finally, he spots them in the right side mirror, not far behind them but, unfortunately, on the opposite side of the ravine.

[Metastachydium]

Blissfully oblivious of Jim's concerns regarding the other vehicle, Carine rests her weary head upon his shoulder, turning her face backwards to delight that much easier in watching Shia struggle and fail to get any closer. **** you, Shia ****ing LaBeouf, and the stupid legs you rode in on! she mumbles, somewhat louder than usual but just as dreamily as ever, at the madman.

Spoiler: Carine

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Blood tokens: 1/5
Item: a trusty can of beargas (2×(-4), 3×(-2) remaining)
Other belongings: white one-shoulder T-shirt, light gray high ankle skinny jeans (now slightly redesigned), flat thong sandals, a dishtowel and half a roll of gauze, some of Chelsea's fairly dirty dirt, a lot of blood that's not quite where it should be, a still somewhat unkind vertigo, the same old headache, a moment of triumph

[MaltholLoth]

Jim wanted to rest his leg, but it wasn't time to yet. As much as Carine resting her head on his shoulder was inviting relaxation, his mind was screaming for ideas on what to do. "Heh! Yer, though I'd rather fuuuuhhhh... Was there anything else you found?" he says, looking for any break in the ravine to cut across.

Spoiler: Jim

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Blood tokens: 1
Item(s): multitool with torch, couple of alcoholic wipes, small axe (stored in the waist or tie of coat, who knows, not Jim), key B, key C,
Dressed: Comfy walking boots with one ankle being less than comfortable, loose cargo trousers, loose t-shirt (2 tears near shoulder) and lightweight waterproof coat tied around his hips, a blood form of lipstick.
Emotional/mental state: pain, more pain, did I mention pain,

[Metastachydium]

Nestling the top of her head against Jim's neck, flaxen hair rubbing his skin softly, Carine half-nods as her eye closes for a second. She could fall asleep like this. Under different circumstances that would be really nice.

Not sure? she reacts to the man's question at last, her grip tightening on the can of the Beargas. Pouch has other **** too. Don't know what, though. she elaborates, forcing herself to keep her eyes on the madman behind them. (Focus, Carine. Focus.) Things are running smooth now, but she's not that much of an airhead. This might not last and she has Jim's back to… To have here.

Spoiler: Carine

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Blood tokens: 1/5
Item: a trusty can of beargas (2×(-4), 3×(-2) remaining)
Other belongings: white one-shoulder T-shirt, light gray high ankle skinny jeans (now slightly redesigned), flat thong sandals, a dishtowel and half a roll of gauze, some of Chelsea's fairly dirty dirt, a lot of blood that's not quite where it should be, a still somewhat unkind vertigo, some leftover headache, a relatively comfortable lot

[WindStruck]

With the lights flickering and going out or dim, it was a bit harder to see. Chelsea continues following the ranger, her gaze averted downward more than anything to be carefully watching her step. As she recalled, not only had Shia made a mess of this place before, then there were explosions and stuff flying into the front entrance shortly before she went into the employee area.

Spoiler: Chelsea

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Blood Tokens: 5
items: half a bikini, bloodied axe
-excellent swimmer
-fairly dirty and blood-spackled (but it's not her blood)

[7LayerDipstick]

The ranger's pace becomes inconsistent as he crosses the room, sometimes rushing forward before slowing to a crawl while keeping his eyes fixed on the ground before him. On the occasion that he looks up, he cringes away from whatever he lays his eyes on and immediately returns to staring at the ground. Chelsea follows behind, carefully picking her way through what carnage does block the path. Fortunately, even in the dim light, she spots the various sprays of wooden splinters and can sidestep the threat to her feet. Approximately three-quarters across the room, the ranger gives a start and dashes the remaining distance to the hall adjacent to the cafe. He hurriedly attempts to stuff keys into a locked door on the left wall until one slides into the lock. The ranger throws open the door and rushes inside without so much as a glance at his follower. Whatever it was that startled the man is a mystery to Chelsea, who can detect no change that could have inspired it.

Shia's tears glisten in the red light as his face, already an expression of rage contorts even further into undisguised fury at the gradually increasing gap between him and the ATV. The clear road in front of Jim flies beneath him as he suppresses his leg's protests to cease function. On his left, the trees are a blur that slowly ebbs and flows with the gentle curves of the path as it traces the edge of the similarly blurred ravine on the right. Sparing a moment to check the mirror, Jim still sees the lights of their target, perhaps now further away, but it is hard to determine with the persistent vibrations of the vehicle jostling the image. Carine notices that Shia seems to have bent down for just a moment, snatching something off the ground. He wheels his arm around and looses whatever it was in their direction to absolutely no effect. The object, possibly a rock, flies forward and, thanks to air resistance, slows enough that Shia passes his projectile before it strikes the earth.

[WindStruck]

"Hey, you okay?" Chelsea calls out as she tries to go after the man, albeit still with eyes glued to the ground.

Spoiler: Chelsea

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Blood Tokens: 5
items: half a bikini, bloodied axe
-excellent swimmer
-fairly dirty and blood-spackled (but it's not her blood)

[Metastachydium]

As the events continue to unfold, sleeping begins to look like more and more of a safe option. Still snuggling Jim, Carine is overcome with a serene bliss watching Shia strive and fail to catch up, and flail about flinging stuff in their general direction utterly powerless to harm them. They'll just waltz out of this place (one more dance to learn, if tango wasn't enough!) and then everything shall be alright. She can't wait!

[MaltholLoth]

Jim tries to keep his focus on what's going on around them, and much of him wishes Carine would too, But for the moment, she seemed happy. This was something he didn't want to disturb. He would have cuddled her into a nice comfy position, stroked her hair or even ... who knows. Yet, Jim maintained his focus as best he could on driving. It wasn't easy. Many things to think about, some wanted, some not.

Spoiler: Jim

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Blood tokens: 1
Item(s): multitool with torch, couple of alcoholic wipes, small axe (stored in the waist or tie of coat, who knows, not Jim), key B, key C,
Dressed: Comfy walking boots with one ankle being less than comfortable, loose cargo trousers, loose t-shirt (2 tears near shoulder) and lightweight waterproof coat tied around his hips, a blood form of lipstick.
Emotional/mental state: pain, more pain, numb pain.

[7LayerDipstick]

Seeming to steel himself, his face taking a grim set marred only by that continual glisten below his eyes that, at this distance, almost appears to elongate them, Shia gains a tiny bit of speed, at least enough to keep pace with the fleeing duo. Behind them, they can see the lights of the other vehicle wobble as the vehicle weaves, dodging obstacles neither Jim nor Carine can see. Its lights drift further away, now obscured for flashes by intervening trees. Jim, keeping his eyes ahead as best as possible, watches as the trail narrows and develops a gentle curve rightward.

Chelsea carefully steps over an inexplicable pile of glass on the hall's threshold as she calls out her question. The ranger provides no reply as his footsteps fade deeper into the room. Entering herself, Chelsea finds the industrial kitchen remarkably tidy, given the circumstances. There are no pots or pans on the stove, no dishes on the countertops, and no food anywhere. The freezer doors are closed, the refrigerator door open, and the sink full of clean water. Every surface seems pristine as if recently cleaned, and if not for the gap under the metal shutters showing the mayhem just outside, Chelsea could almost believe nothing was wrong. That sense is ultimately disturbed by the new devastation being introduced to the back of the kitchen by the ranger. The man is facing away from Chelsea, muttering to himself, pulling random convenience items from the shelves and letting them clatter to the floor. Sunscreen, bug spray, ketchup, mustard, white bread, charcoal, poncho. All of it unceremoniously left in disarray on the ground. Without any fanfare, the ranger spins, pair of flip-flops in hand, and shouts, "Stay back, you monster!" With his cry, he hurls the footwear at Chelsea, which impact with all the might of their foam construction and fall to the ground. "Oh, just you. Sorry. I thought he was behind me," he offers as some explanation before turning back to the shelving unit with more subdued panic.

[WindStruck]

"Uh. Right.. Well, that's some footwear, in any case," Chelsea says, slipping the flip flops on.

"Weren't there shirts somewhere around here? And what are you looking for?" she asks.

Spoiler: Chelsea

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Blood Tokens: 5
items: half a bikini, bloodied axe, flip flops
-excellent swimmer
-fairly dirty and blood-spackled (but it's not her blood)

[Metastachydium]

Run, Forest, run! Carine tells Shia feebly, but with smug satisfaction. Things are going swimmingly and not because they fell into the lake which is a good thing. Still, a shadow of doubt passes over her face for a second. Hey, Jim. she mumbles, her voice somewhat worried. Did I just taunt happy fun ball?

Spoiler: Carine

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Blood tokens: 1/5
Item: a trusty can of beargas (2×(-4), 3×(-2) remaining)
Other belongings: white one-shoulder T-shirt, light gray high ankle skinny jeans (now slightly redesigned), flat thong sandals, a dishtowel and half a roll of gauze, some of Chelsea's fairly dirty dirt, a lot of blood that's not quite where it should be, a still somewhat unkind vertigo, some leftover headache, a relatively comfortable lot, a good feeling about this, a bad feeling about this

[MaltholLoth]

'Happy fun ball' it took a good few moments to register who Carine had meant. "Oh... hmm yer, I think you did. Nice one". He was unsure if the road continued much further, and he had a strong wish to try to turn around and head in the same direction as the vehicle. He knew though, this was a bad idea with who was still but a short way away. Slowly and rather randomly, Jim's mind linked some pieces together "I'd rather he wasn't Forest Gump. I kinda remember he was rather good at running for a looong time. Do you think he needs a further spray? Ahh dang it, there was a car going back the other way and I had been hoping for a bridge so we could follow after and maybe even catch up and... sigh I think I've wasted our chance there. Sorry."

Spoiler: Jim

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Blood tokens: 1
Item(s): multitool with torch, couple of alcoholic wipes, small axe (stored in the waist or tie of coat, who knows, not Jim), key B, key C,
Dressed: Comfy walking boots with one ankle being less than comfortable, loose cargo trousers, loose t-shirt (2 tears near shoulder) and lightweight waterproof coat tied around his hips, a blood form of lipstick.
Emotional/mental state: pain, more pain, numb pain. Annoyance at loosing the chance he'd had for the other vehicle.