[Closed Event Log] Newcomer Hunt @ Spencer's Grounds

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Who: Washu, Sherlock Holmes, Mercy Thompson, John Watson, Shikamaru Nara, Aurican, Lisbeth Salander, Son Gohan, Mary Winchester, Jake Marshall, Kurt Hummel, Nill, Amy Pond.
Also starring NPC Hunters: Henry D. Spencer III, Franco Berchelli, Jaina Fife, Katherine Bell, Ariel Costa & Stephan Delacroix
When: From Noon June 28th to Friday at dawn.
Where: Spencer's Hunting Grounds
Summary: Newcomer Hunt!
Warnings: Human Hunting, Sadism, Violence, Death! All that...good stuff.

13 non-native 'game' waited in cages for the electronic latch to spring, waited to fight for their lives, deep at the dead ends of separate caverns underground. The minotaurs were loaded into the labyrinth, every inch the monsters to be slaughtered. For fun. For a challenge.

Hunters on the field waited at ground level, just beyond the inner gate. These lucky sports were armed to the teeth with their choice of weapons, traps and personal gear, several thousand dollars sunken into their one-of-a-kind safari.

At noon, Spencer's lazy drawl crackled over an old PA system. It wasn't his priority to replace, unlike the rest of his land, which was carefully groomed for the thrill of the hunt, laden with diverse environments and an inventive love for the chase that only a territorial game warden could manufacture on this scale.

He didn't need to start things with a flourish. He was laconic that way, grinning as he struck a match on his teeth and lit his pipe, leaning back in his chair with eyes on his camera feeds. Time for a show.

"Okay, Ladies. Gentlemen. Load and move out. Lets get this hunt underway."

He lifted a rifle onto his shoulder, and turned to the open window on his left, squinting at a squirrel which has perched on a post outside the lodge.

He lets them repopulate. There's nothing like popping squirrels off your porch.

...or starting the hunt off officially with a bang.


[OOC: Tagging order is totally open, and setting elements are varied. We fully intend there to be damage to the grounds. [ACTION] style logging is perfectly fine, considering how large a group this is, but prose style works too. Split up or group together! Threadhop and run into others if you want as well.

Basic weapons (knives, spears, stone bludgeons, axes, etc) can be found here and there to give the hunted a 'fair' chance.

The hunting grounds are all very nearly man made, through the flora has taken over the top part over the years. It has elements of forest/jungle, sand traps, caves, a small lake, fields and other hiding places. It also has about 4 stories of underground tunnels, caves, bunkers, rooms with strange settings and endless paths one could take. Feel free to point out your own interesting location if needed, seeing as he’s had time to build it all up in this place.

Nighttime Survivors face a whole new element after siren. Darkness-mutated exotic wild animals, ranging from polar bears, tigers, buffalo, wolves, gorillas, anacondas and white rhinos populate the grounds. Human mutation prowl the night too, casualties of other hunts like yours. Good luck!]

Comments

[sphunters]

[A mother would do anything to protect her children.

However twisted that sentiment may be, it's what brings her here today. Low and silent, she moves through the brush, searching for one of the loosed targets. It doesn't take her a long amount of time to hear the signs, either; the first clue is the sound of footsteps.

As soon as she's followed the noises far enough, she takes cover behind a tree, peering around the bark to make sure it's a victim, not a fellow hunter. Once she sees the collar around his neck, she smirks, and then draws closer.

Once she's moved in far enough that she could achieve eye contact, she steps down on a twig, hoping he hears the snap that her boot causes. Because, as far as she's concerned, she only needs one thing: a look.]

[showbizpanache]

[He'd found a knife earlier, by some blessed stroke of luck (though it's difficult to think luck even exists in this situation he's in) and it's now wedged firmly inside his boot as he continues venturing forward.

A twig snaps, cutting through the murky silence, and he freezes. He doesn't reach for the knife, not yet. Instead he stands perfectly still, unwilling to make any sudden movements.]

[sphunters]

[For a good few moments after he stops moving, there's utter silence. She doesn't move, doesn't speak, keeps herself from making any disturbances. She knows what her ultimate goal is, of course, but why make the punishment end so quickly? His fear, almost palpable to her, is satisfaction enough for the moment.

All she needs to do is maintain a level of disconnect from that fear; but then, it's not difficult to prevent herself from imagining her husband or either of her children in the same situation. After all, this boy is so far beneath them, so far below any natural born citizen. Outsider. Dehumanization is simple when you have such a straight forward distinction, after all.

After the calculated silence, there's another footstep sounding behind him. Slightly closer, slightly more insistent, a message without words. If he turns around at this point, he's sure to see her - and that's the plan.]

[showbizpanache]

[He spins on the spot, and his eyes connect with hers.

She doesn't have a collar, he realizes, and his blood runs cold.]

[sphunters]

[As soon as she's close enough to see his eyes, she locks onto the target, her own pupils beginning to shine as she straightens up, her own confidence growing by the second. As long as they stay this way, she's certain there's no way he'll be able to either harm her or escape. In a way, it almost feels too easy.

It only takes a few seconds until there's a noise behind them, though. In a moment of misjudgement, she looks away towards the sound, only realizing her mistake once the eye contact is already broken. Frustrated, she looks back quickly towards the boy, trying to regain his gaze.]

[showbizpanache]

[He panics-- There's no way he can move fast enough to dislodge his knife and get close enough to hit her. Not without distracting her first. His mind races, claws about for a solution as fast as it can, and before it even reaches a conclusion he's blurting out:]

Y-your hair looks fabulous. Is that your natural color?

[sphunters]

[Of course, she doesn't grace the compliment with a response, but if only for a moment, it throws her. She blinks, honestly shocked by his statement, before regaining her focus. She reaches for a weapon, preparing herself should he try the same tactic again, and tries once more to make eye contact.]

[showbizpanache]

Y-your shoes, too. Are those Prada?

[He's slowly lowering himself down--and in a flash, he grabs his knife, slashing mindlessly at her leg. He doesn't stop to look at what he's done-- Just turns and runs as fast as he can, blinded by sheer terror.]

[sphunters]

[It only takes a moment to realize what he's doing, and then she snarls with anger, trying to move away. She's not quick enough, though, and blood begins to drip from a gash on her leg. Angrily, she reaches out, trying to grab hold of him and take the knife before he can get away. She reaches for a weapon with her other hand as she lunges.]

[showbizpanache]

[She attacks, and Kurt isn't built for this. No matter how many times this place forces him to do it, he isn't a fighter. All he can do is swing blindly at her with the knife, to try and get her away long enough to run.]

Get off-- Get away from me!

[He feels pain, and blood, but can't stop to think about where it's coming from. He has to get away.]

[sphunters]

[She reaches back for the taser, trying to slam it into his side to weaken him before she attempts to make eye contact once more. The most important thing to accomplish is removing the knife from his person someone. Still, the cut on her leg soaking through her pants makes it hard to focus, and she might not be as efficient as normal.]

[showbizpanache]

[The taser connects with his side and hurts, christ-- He screams, knees buckling, but manages to slash out with the knife again.

This time is connects with her cheek, slashing it.]

G-go to hell!

[sphunters]

[She swings out with the taser with one hand, while the other moves to try and take the knife from him. She cries out in pain as the blade connects with her face, though, and aims a frustrated kick at his kneecap to try and force him to the ground.]

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy had left Kurt to go scout a bit. When she hears him scream, though, she pins her ears back and races back to where she can smell him.

Her lips peel back from her teeth and the growl starts deep in her chest. She's a coyote used to running with werewolves. A human? Not scaring her. She charges forward, her jaws snapping shut just short of the woman's leg and wedges herself between Kurt and the hunter.

Find some other prey.]

[sphunters]

[She screams, trying to move backwards quickly as she shoves the taser away, reaching for a gun instead. Though her aim is shaky with fright and shock, making it unlikely that any shot will connect, she fires at the animal, running backwards as she does so.

For now, with the wound on her leg and the gash on her face, it might be wiser to pull back - if she's allowed a retreat.]

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt didn't look back to see what had happened-- As soon as the woman had let go of him, he ran.

His feet skid, though, and he wheels around long enough to shout back at his coyote friend.]

Come on! We have to run!