Charlie's favorite part of any day is getting the time to go hunting. She's made herself a close replica of the crossbow she made back home, and a handful of arrows to go along with it. She either wakes up early or heads out of camp after her tasks are done for the day, taking care to make sure that she always goes alone. Having people around are liabilities, and she's usually not up for idle conversation.
Today though, it seems like someone's either followed her, or is out traipsing about with little regard to the sound of their footsteps. Annoyed by the fact, she stops focusing on the animal she's tracking because she can hear it running off. Aiming her crossbow toward the footsteps she fires an arrow meant to land a safe distance before them, in an attempt to get them to stop walking. Without waiting to see if it lands near her mark she makes her way over to retrieve her arrow.
"I could hear you all the way over there. What're you doing all the way out here?"
"celebration";
It's late when Charlie stalks out of the tent she's supposed to be sharing with a handful of others, draped in furs to keep herself warm enough. She doesn't mind sharing space with others, but at least half the men in the tent snore. It's made even worse with the fact that most of them are passed out drunk after a night of celebrating. Not too bothered by needing to relocate for the night, she makes her way through camp. She spots small groups still drinking and celebrating, and she settles in on the edge of the larger of the groups so she can have access to the warmth of the fire that's still burning bright nearby. Finding a crate to sit on, she doesn't realize that it's holding more of the supply of alcohol until well after she's in the middle of working on sharpening her supply of arrows.
As someone approaches her and goes straight for the crate she's on it takes her a matter of seconds to leap up and take on a defensive stance. When she realizes they don't want anything to do with her but with the crate she arches her eyebrow and points an arrow over at them.
"You're not going to be able to stand up tomorrow. If you're even able to get to what's inside."
village;
Charlie has a soft spot for kids. So when she goes to trade with the villagers she easily is lured into a game with the local children. And as she's caught up in building and making snowballs she's the most relaxed anyone has likely seen her since arrival, smiling and laughing as she doesn't go easy on the kids and pelts them in the face. By the time the game is over, her hair is covered in snow and her cheeks are red, but she's wearing a smile on her face as she builds a couple more snowballs to finish things off. The children shout with laughter and scatter, leaving Charlie holding snow in both hands.
Needing to rid herself of them, she shrugs and throws them at the first relatively familiar face she sees. They're likely someone from camp, she thinks. And if not, it's a good thing she can run fast.
charlie matheson | revolution (ota)
Charlie's favorite part of any day is getting the time to go hunting. She's made herself a close replica of the crossbow she made back home, and a handful of arrows to go along with it. She either wakes up early or heads out of camp after her tasks are done for the day, taking care to make sure that she always goes alone. Having people around are liabilities, and she's usually not up for idle conversation.
Today though, it seems like someone's either followed her, or is out traipsing about with little regard to the sound of their footsteps. Annoyed by the fact, she stops focusing on the animal she's tracking because she can hear it running off. Aiming her crossbow toward the footsteps she fires an arrow meant to land a safe distance before them, in an attempt to get them to stop walking. Without waiting to see if it lands near her mark she makes her way over to retrieve her arrow.
"I could hear you all the way over there. What're you doing all the way out here?"
"celebration";
It's late when Charlie stalks out of the tent she's supposed to be sharing with a handful of others, draped in furs to keep herself warm enough. She doesn't mind sharing space with others, but at least half the men in the tent snore. It's made even worse with the fact that most of them are passed out drunk after a night of celebrating. Not too bothered by needing to relocate for the night, she makes her way through camp. She spots small groups still drinking and celebrating, and she settles in on the edge of the larger of the groups so she can have access to the warmth of the fire that's still burning bright nearby. Finding a crate to sit on, she doesn't realize that it's holding more of the supply of alcohol until well after she's in the middle of working on sharpening her supply of arrows.
As someone approaches her and goes straight for the crate she's on it takes her a matter of seconds to leap up and take on a defensive stance. When she realizes they don't want anything to do with her but with the crate she arches her eyebrow and points an arrow over at them.
"You're not going to be able to stand up tomorrow. If you're even able to get to what's inside."
village;
Charlie has a soft spot for kids. So when she goes to trade with the villagers she easily is lured into a game with the local children. And as she's caught up in building and making snowballs she's the most relaxed anyone has likely seen her since arrival, smiling and laughing as she doesn't go easy on the kids and pelts them in the face. By the time the game is over, her hair is covered in snow and her cheeks are red, but she's wearing a smile on her face as she builds a couple more snowballs to finish things off. The children shout with laughter and scatter, leaving Charlie holding snow in both hands.
Needing to rid herself of them, she shrugs and throws them at the first relatively familiar face she sees. They're likely someone from camp, she thinks. And if not, it's a good thing she can run fast.