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sixthiterationlogs2017-02-23 06:28 pm
comfortablyerect) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-02-23 06:28 pm
002 ★ take me back to my southern ways
WHO: Tim Gutterson
WHERE: The woods, House 52
WHEN: February 23rd
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of PTSD
STATUS: Open!
The Woods
It took roughly a week for Tim to be able to sleep for longer than two hours at a time. It took a little longer than that for him to quit walking around with knives hidden on his person. He still carries the metal fire poker with him, however, because he can't bring himself to walk around weaponless. That, actually, has little to do with being here and a lot more to do with what he brought him with him from Afghanistan. Nightmares, paranoia, the inability to feel at ease without a firearm. It was always a work in progress. Now it's an even bigger work in progress.
Of course, the paranoia's only gotten worse since he's been told that they're being watched the first night he was here. It makes him feel like his skin's always crawling.
Since arriving here, he's explored every inch of the land he can reach. He's mapped out the layout of the village in his head, clocking who lives where, and where people tend to spend most of their time. He's explored several community buildings inside and out until there were no more left to search, and has since spent time exploring the woods.
If he had his gun, he could do some hunting. Kill a few deer, squirrels, maybe some rabbits. Contribute what he can to the community. They have bows at the Inn, he knows, but he's not well-versed with a bow. It'd take a lot of practice, and he's fairly certain they don't have the supplies for him to be losing arrows in the woods. He can probably set up some crude forms of traps, even do some fishing at some point when it's a little warmer. For now, though, he's making his way carefully through the trees, noting various plants that he recognizes and knows might come in handy, examining tracks that he finds in the dirt.
Any movement heard results in sudden stiffening and Tim being on guard.
House 52
Upon returning home later in the afternoon, Tim finds a fairly large box in front of his door. He's not sure what to make of it, at first, and stands a good few feet away like he thinks it might blow up. There are round holes in the sides of it, and he's leaning forward to see if he can peer into the holes and see what's inside.
Something rustles inside, and he hears a sharp Meh!
"What the fuck." It's not a question, and it's murmured under his breath. With the tip of the metal poker, he flips the lid off the box, and a baby goat pops its head up to look around. One young enough that its horns have just barely started coming in. Tim knows shit about goats, but upon further examination, he finds that it's a female. Beyond that, he hasn't got a clue.
He can be found for the rest of the evening sitting on his front porch with her, feeding her piles of grass out of the palm of his hand.
[ ooc: feel free to find him in various other parts of the village too! if you want to plot something, hit me up on plurk or message me! ]
WHERE: The woods, House 52
WHEN: February 23rd
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of PTSD
STATUS: Open!
The Woods
It took roughly a week for Tim to be able to sleep for longer than two hours at a time. It took a little longer than that for him to quit walking around with knives hidden on his person. He still carries the metal fire poker with him, however, because he can't bring himself to walk around weaponless. That, actually, has little to do with being here and a lot more to do with what he brought him with him from Afghanistan. Nightmares, paranoia, the inability to feel at ease without a firearm. It was always a work in progress. Now it's an even bigger work in progress.
Of course, the paranoia's only gotten worse since he's been told that they're being watched the first night he was here. It makes him feel like his skin's always crawling.
Since arriving here, he's explored every inch of the land he can reach. He's mapped out the layout of the village in his head, clocking who lives where, and where people tend to spend most of their time. He's explored several community buildings inside and out until there were no more left to search, and has since spent time exploring the woods.
If he had his gun, he could do some hunting. Kill a few deer, squirrels, maybe some rabbits. Contribute what he can to the community. They have bows at the Inn, he knows, but he's not well-versed with a bow. It'd take a lot of practice, and he's fairly certain they don't have the supplies for him to be losing arrows in the woods. He can probably set up some crude forms of traps, even do some fishing at some point when it's a little warmer. For now, though, he's making his way carefully through the trees, noting various plants that he recognizes and knows might come in handy, examining tracks that he finds in the dirt.
Any movement heard results in sudden stiffening and Tim being on guard.
House 52
Upon returning home later in the afternoon, Tim finds a fairly large box in front of his door. He's not sure what to make of it, at first, and stands a good few feet away like he thinks it might blow up. There are round holes in the sides of it, and he's leaning forward to see if he can peer into the holes and see what's inside.
Something rustles inside, and he hears a sharp Meh!
"What the fuck." It's not a question, and it's murmured under his breath. With the tip of the metal poker, he flips the lid off the box, and a baby goat pops its head up to look around. One young enough that its horns have just barely started coming in. Tim knows shit about goats, but upon further examination, he finds that it's a female. Beyond that, he hasn't got a clue.
He can be found for the rest of the evening sitting on his front porch with her, feeding her piles of grass out of the palm of his hand.
[ ooc: feel free to find him in various other parts of the village too! if you want to plot something, hit me up on plurk or message me! ]