do you know what your fate is, and are you trying to shake it

[kissed_byfire]

WHO: Ygritte
WHERE: Bungalow #50, around the Village and at the Inn
WHEN: November 18th, throughout
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None at this time
STATUS: Open

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Front of Bungalow 50

It was quite early in the morning and though the wildling had been warmly surrounded by Jon's arms, Ygritte was wide awake after a nightmare had jarred her out of sleep. It was of her last moments and the words exchanged between the two of them, only it wasn't at Castle Black where she died.

They were there in the Village.

She remained only long enough until she was calm again, the slow rise and fall of Jon's chest as he breathed helped. Going back to sleep wasn't going to happen so out of bed she slipped and dressed before wandering through the house and out to sit on the front step. It was quiet and the Free Woman decided she had at least a couple hours before the other townspeople started to wake and go about their day.

Around the Village/At the Inn

Ygritte didn't care if she was approachable. But today, for some odd reason, she put herself where the people were. Or as much as she could. Jon was off busy doing something, no doubt with his family, and sitting at their home wasn't engaging enough of an activity.

She wandered through, into the trees and back out along the river and up to the Inn where she sat and watched people come and go from a corner in the pub.

I said I didn't want to join the polar bear club

[catchallthecats]

WHO: Arya Stark
WHERE: Fountain/Fountain Park
WHEN: Evening, Nov 18th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Horrible wolfchild and her feral non!manners and probably some cursing.
STATUS: Open

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( And yet here I am )

down by the river

[treadswater]

WHO: Annie Cresta
WHERE: by the river
WHEN: 17th November
OPEN TO: Jo Harvelle
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: Closed | Ongoing

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Even without Finnick having found one of the slaughtered animals, the two District Four Careers would have been sticking close. Animal after animal, killed and left in the open: it's a threat. But threats don't magically disappear just because one needs food. Quite the opposite, in fact. So rather than hiding and using up their stores, Annie and Finnick are fishing. Still. Again. Leaving some at the inn and then slinking away.

And, always, they are within sight of the other.

Today, Annie is checking and repairing traps as Finnick is further upstream, spear in hand. Even as she works, twisting reeds and weaving them to fill in holes, she's keeping her eyes and ears alert.

It's hard. She's not feeling vague today, but stress makes her distracted when it doesn't send her spiralling into such a high alertness it is like being vague from the other direction.

At least, she's better camouflaged than otherwise she might be. Those denim overalls, that dark coat. Her red hair is mostly shoved down the back of her neck under her coat, but it's messy, strands falling free from the rough ponytail.