[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]

[She doesn't expect it, not for him to move so quickly and accurately. The rock strikes her in the temple, though not hard enough to knock her out.

It makes her stumble and cry out.] Fuck! [Jaina dazedly touches her temple to find blood there, momentarily forgetting about John.]

[acclimatized]

[ in one breath, he heaves himself back to his feet and starts running again, hoping her distraction will put some distance between the two of them. every step he takes sends shooting pains up his side, but he forces himself to keep going. ]

[sphunters]

[It works, by the time she looks up he's vanished into the greenery and she lets out an undignified shriek. She'll get him for that, yes she will. Jaina will keep searching for John until she finds him, or comes across some other prey to distract her.]

[acclimatized]

[ when he can't run anymore, he stumbles through a thicket and doubles over, where he takes the chance to try and get his breathing under control. he takes in great, shuddering gulps of air and wipes the sweat on his brow away with the sleeve of his cardigan. in and out -- panicking isn't going to help him out here. ]

[sphunters]

[Unfortunately he hasn't been good about covering his tracks. There's a clear trail of footprints and broken brush for her to follow and she does, doggedly, her eyes narrow...

Jaina judges where he is, she can't see to use her power so... what the hell, she pulls out a pistol and fires blindly into the thicket. It might kill him, it might not. She hopes not, she likes to take her time.]

[acclimatized]

[ if his drill sergeant was here right now, he'd be fuming with john. but instinct jerks him to the side and the bullet clips his right arm. he inhales sharply (it sounds wretchedly loud in his own ears) as pain shoots through him and almost brings him to his knees again. he can't expect any knives or bullets to bounce off him today and a quick look at his arm shows the bullet grazed him. ]

[sphunters]

You going to come out? I should tell you I got a big supply of bullets here.

[And BANG another shot is fired into the thicket.]

[acclimatized]

[ john flinches and instinctively raises his hands, but at least he can pinpoint what direction it came from that time. he backs away into foliage, branches crunching beneath his feet and twigs snagging at his clothes, panic swelling in his chest again. it might not be the ideal place to be cornered, but at least it isn't out in the open. ]

You're going to need them! [ and then his mouth runs off without consulting his brain first and he wets his lips. might as well follow it up. ] You're a terrible shot! I'd never miss at this distance.

[sphunters]

You--!

[Incensed by his comment Jaina rapidly fires off three more into the thicket.] You piece of trash!

[acclimatized]

[ and by some stroke of good fortune, they miss hitting john again and he emerges on the other side. perhaps he struck a nerve when he shot off his mouth like that... or it was the rock. difficult to say, but he isn't hanging around to find out. ]

[sphunters]

You're going to be crying for your mommy!

[And she runs after him again when she hears the sound of his feet, bursting through the thicket and lashing out with her power at him, not focusing on any specific area this time.]

[acclimatized]

[ this can't go on – no more running. wracked with excruciating pain from her power, he barrels towards jaina with the intent of knocking her off her feet. break her concentration and fight back for once. ]

[sphunters]

[She's surprised and though she immediately attempts to intensify it he whacks into her. Jaina scrabbled her hand about, going for the taser in her jacket.]

[acclimatized]

[ well, at least that slightly worked, but he's rendered useless when she uses her power on him again and he writhes in pain. ]

[sphunters]

Thought that was clever did you!" She kicks him hard in the ribs.]

Let me tell you, I focus this hard enough in your brain and you're going kaput, kicking the bucket, taking the one-way train ride.

Of course I could just shoot you... Or there's this. [Jaina pulls out the taser.]

[acclimatized]

[ john's left winded by the assault and clutches his side. oh, what he would give to rely on his power right now -- it never used to be this hard, he thinks, as his ribs burn and he struggles to draw breath. through narrowed eyes, he catches a glimpse of the taser and lifts his eyes to meet hers. defiance flickers across his face and he doesn't answer. ]