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wilderlogs2018-04-28 01:05 am
awfulcer) wrote in wilderlogs2018-04-28 01:05 am
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Crazy hell, I don't want to let you down. [CLOSED]
Who: Jason Dixon and Cassie
What: Cassie tries to build morale for the stragglers.
Where: The trail to Weathertop
When: Before the Squad Spa Retreat
Warnings/Notes: The usual Dixon warnings.
[Day three is no easier for Dixon than day one or day two, but in a different way. The first two days seemed to be breaking his body in to this much effort, finding new places to ache and pain and burn and fatigue. Day three is like knuckling down on all those discomforts to straight-up agonies and intensifying them as much as possible. His back feels as if it has a knife shoved under one shoulderblade; his shins feel loaded with razors, his ankles barely supporting him. He was sweating the last two days but now it seems his body's given up on that, and the only trace of that is the spackling of salt along his scalp and stubble. When he stops for even a moment, he trembles like a leaf.
He's trying as hard as he can. It's gotten him as far as not being left behind entirely, but that's about it. He's not carrying as much as the others on account of having pushed himself to the point of illness on the first day keeping up with a full pack, and invariably he's the last to any resting point, last one into camp, the drag even among the stragglers.
And yet this blonde Wonder Girl chick he doesn't even like, who doesn't even like him, seems to keep making trips back to make sure he's okay. He almost wants to keel over and die just to give her something new to look at besides him doubled over, panting and shaking, which he's pretty sure is a rote sight to her by now.]
Just go on ahead. [He waves a hand at Cassie. His mouth and throat are dry as hell, but the idea of actually unhitching the cargo he has to fish out the animal-hide water is too much effort to consider.] I don't need you holding yourself up on account of me.
What: Cassie tries to build morale for the stragglers.
Where: The trail to Weathertop
When: Before the Squad Spa Retreat
Warnings/Notes: The usual Dixon warnings.
[Day three is no easier for Dixon than day one or day two, but in a different way. The first two days seemed to be breaking his body in to this much effort, finding new places to ache and pain and burn and fatigue. Day three is like knuckling down on all those discomforts to straight-up agonies and intensifying them as much as possible. His back feels as if it has a knife shoved under one shoulderblade; his shins feel loaded with razors, his ankles barely supporting him. He was sweating the last two days but now it seems his body's given up on that, and the only trace of that is the spackling of salt along his scalp and stubble. When he stops for even a moment, he trembles like a leaf.
He's trying as hard as he can. It's gotten him as far as not being left behind entirely, but that's about it. He's not carrying as much as the others on account of having pushed himself to the point of illness on the first day keeping up with a full pack, and invariably he's the last to any resting point, last one into camp, the drag even among the stragglers.
And yet this blonde Wonder Girl chick he doesn't even like, who doesn't even like him, seems to keep making trips back to make sure he's okay. He almost wants to keel over and die just to give her something new to look at besides him doubled over, panting and shaking, which he's pretty sure is a rote sight to her by now.]
Just go on ahead. [He waves a hand at Cassie. His mouth and throat are dry as hell, but the idea of actually unhitching the cargo he has to fish out the animal-hide water is too much effort to consider.] I don't need you holding yourself up on account of me.
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[At least, she hopes it won't be exciting. They haven't gotten attacked yet, but they all know it's coming. Which is at least one of the reasons she keeps falling back to check on the stragglers like Dixon. She doesn't like him much, but she definitely doesn't want him dead or kidnapped or something. And even if he doesn't get attacked, there's a non-zero chance of him getting injured all on his own.]
Besides, the later I get there, the more likely someone will have already taken care of set up.
[He clearly doesn't care for the idea of people looking out for him - hello, confrontation at the temple - so she's willing to at least pretend she's checking in for her own benefit.
She resettles her bag, trying to find a position for it that's comfortable. Even their best attempts at supplying themselves with carrying capacity aren't very good. Maybe she can talk someone into trading back massages at camp tonight.]
Where's your water?
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