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crossing_lostrp2006-04-18 07:20 pm
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[Faith] Skipped Time (Day 9) Enter the Wanderers (tag Mara, open to beachies)
According to the map, the directions and the ongoing commentary by the Professor, the survivor's camp, or the Beach Camp as it was labeled on the map should have been about a day's walk. However, The Doctor had been correct in pointing out that with a map in hand and good directions, knowledge of the terrain and what to expect, better time was made.
Faith held no doubts that she could make good time, even weighed down as she was with the survival equipment. She liked the work out that it gave her, and with a few frequent stops for rest and breaks meant that she didn't over exert herself. (Can't forget, you haven't been a free woman for that long, Lehane.) She was pleasantly surprised by how well Mara kept up, however. The woman looked delicate and Faith had been prepared to go as slowly as possible – no matter what her adrenaline needs – to keep Mara to a suitable pace. But Mara didn't seem to mind the pace Faith set, even speeding ahead of Faith a few times as she threw the ball for Orrie and ran to catch up with the dog.
('Course she probably wants to get away from the jungle and among the protection of lots of people as soon as possible. No arguments from me there.)
It was mid-afternoon when they reached the river/stream that The Doctor labeled on the map as being not too far from the Beach camp, where he and Rose had evidently met someone named Scott on their second day here. No one named Scott was in attendance now, much to Faith's disappointment. Rose had hinted that the beach was littered with some serious eye candy, and that Faith would find the scenery to be pretty damn sweet. Well, she'd said it British, but Faith got the gist of it.
She knelt by the stream and dunked her whole head. The water was cool, but not cold and as it dripped down her back, it cooled her considerably. Mutt barked at the little fish darting by and even tried to bat them with her paws. Unfortunately, she only ended up falling in and Faith had to rescue her. That didn't slow down the bundle of puppy energy, however. After shaking her coat and puffing up quite nicely in the tropical heat, the beastie darted forth, through the trees barking at the top of her lungs.
"I guess this is where we enter stage right," Faith told Mara. "You think you can handle meeting a whole butt load of people?"
Faith held no doubts that she could make good time, even weighed down as she was with the survival equipment. She liked the work out that it gave her, and with a few frequent stops for rest and breaks meant that she didn't over exert herself. (Can't forget, you haven't been a free woman for that long, Lehane.) She was pleasantly surprised by how well Mara kept up, however. The woman looked delicate and Faith had been prepared to go as slowly as possible – no matter what her adrenaline needs – to keep Mara to a suitable pace. But Mara didn't seem to mind the pace Faith set, even speeding ahead of Faith a few times as she threw the ball for Orrie and ran to catch up with the dog.
('Course she probably wants to get away from the jungle and among the protection of lots of people as soon as possible. No arguments from me there.)
It was mid-afternoon when they reached the river/stream that The Doctor labeled on the map as being not too far from the Beach camp, where he and Rose had evidently met someone named Scott on their second day here. No one named Scott was in attendance now, much to Faith's disappointment. Rose had hinted that the beach was littered with some serious eye candy, and that Faith would find the scenery to be pretty damn sweet. Well, she'd said it British, but Faith got the gist of it.
She knelt by the stream and dunked her whole head. The water was cool, but not cold and as it dripped down her back, it cooled her considerably. Mutt barked at the little fish darting by and even tried to bat them with her paws. Unfortunately, she only ended up falling in and Faith had to rescue her. That didn't slow down the bundle of puppy energy, however. After shaking her coat and puffing up quite nicely in the tropical heat, the beastie darted forth, through the trees barking at the top of her lungs.
"I guess this is where we enter stage right," Faith told Mara. "You think you can handle meeting a whole butt load of people?"