#tribute: ruby

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now my feet won't touch the ground | obstacle course | arlene and ruby

After training with whatever her name was I decided that I needed to cool down. Hot chocolate was not the answer right now. Instead I knew I had to let it out physically. Punching someone was out of the question unless I wanted a punishment but then again, if someone pissed me off I would gladly take that punishment. I was use to them anyways. I had gotten whipped before for my doings back home.

My eyes travel around and noticed the room before landing on the obstacle course and a small smile formed. That's what I needed; to forget all this fucking mess. To let me my feet not touch the ground for a few moments--literally. And when I noticed a brown haired female that I recognized from before I knew I had to hit this station. She was one of the few people that had manage to not pissed me off and I just hoped for both our sake that it would stay this way.

Practically sprinting to that station I stood beside her, a small smirk on my lips. "Up for a small race, Lioness?" I challenged her as I moved from foot to foot eager to start moving. 

[oraclearlene-blog]

fire with fire | fire-making | arlene + ruby

"exposure can kill as easily as a knife"

Those words echoed in the back of my head, reminded me that I knew shit about survival. Tell me to kill someone, I could do it within a heartbeat. That was no problem but tell me to build a fire, that I could not do. That was never necessary in my life and no, it wasn't because I had it all. On the other hand I lived in poverty my whole life but building a fire, or picking up plants to feed myself was not on schedule. I usually got my food through violence which involved stealing it. The most picking I had ever done was when I used to work in the fields but that had been back when I was little. And those years were long gone and forgotten.

Dying just because I couldn't build a stupid fire was not the way I wanted to go. That would just be plain pathetic and sad. So even if it hurt I took my ass to the fire-making station. Puckering up my lips I looked at all the materials laid out before me. I had no idea what to do with them. Sticks, string, block of wood, rocks, the list was long. I eyed the book to the corner that I bet would tell me what to do with all these materials but I didn't know how to read. I was doomed.

My ears caught the noise of someone else approaching me. Great, at least in weapons I could pretend to know what I was doing. Here, it was like I was a deer caught in headlights. With my lips still slightly pucker up I turned my head around, only to come face to face with the girl I had met briefly yesterday. One of the few that had not ticked me off--yet.

"Would you look at that, the cat has returned?" I teased her. "Or wait, should I call you tiger?"