Trinket spotted another rock flying through the air, but this time it was heading towards her. She ducked back behind the rock just as it hit the boulder right where her head had been. A piece of the boulder broke off and hit her on the forehead, making her wince. She brought her hand up to her head and felt a scratch that, luckily, was only slightly bleeding. She could tell the person didn't likely have the intention of killing her, as there are much, much better methods than rocks out there, but whoever was there definitely wasn't doing this with good intent... that point was made pretty clearly.

What now? she wondered. Should I throw something back? Or try to escape? Or maybe simply wait? She began to nervously tap the boulder behind her before reaching for a rock near her. She paused for a moment, hand still outstretched. Is this the right thing to do? Well... there's never a true 'right thing to do', is there? she thought as she grasped the rock in her palm. Little did she know that while she was making up her mind one stranger hiding behind the large boulders became two. She carefully rose from behind her cover and stared at the place where the rock had been thrown from. She was shaking ever so slightly as she nervously tossed the stone back and forth. Her gaze didn't match her nervous actions at all, she glared evenly at the rock she guessed was the hiding place. As she readied an underhand throw, she remembered the ring in her palm. She threw the stone harshly at the hiding place, watching it crack against the rocks she'd aimed at. Immediately after that she opened her palm to inspect the ring more closely while still remaining cautious of a response.

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Rogue // Female // 17
Location;; near western tribe, stalking about somewhere close
Mentions;; Dale & Trinket

As she stared at the male, squinting her eyes slightly, she'd hear something thump against the rock she was hiding behind and cursed under her breath. "Fuckin' hell." She'd let out a groan and collect a couple of more rocks, clear that her small sort of fun turned into something dangerous, again. "You keep quiet and run when i tell you." Rogue demanded before peeking through the spanish moss bed that shielded the boulder to see the female was waiting, staring straight at her hiding spot.

"Huh, alright princess lets start this thing." She'd snicker slightly as she tossed a rock across to the female lightly before sending another force filled one across the landscape to the female, a low growl escaping her lips as she did. If the first rock were to distract her, the second would hit her.

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Blake Nox :: 18 :: Near the Western Tribe :: Mentions: (Open.)

Blake sat in the shade below a hastily constructed lean-to carefully picking at his nails with the dull side of his single knife. The roof of his shelter was made of an old, tattered blanket he had found, and was dangerously close to slipping off the flimsy posts it rested on. Nox ignored his temporary residence's certain demise, and continued scraping at his fingers. However, he quickly dropped the knife and picked up his gun after he thought he heard a noise. Nox thumbed at the safety to switch it off as he surveyed the barren area through the gun's sight.

"Nothing," he muttered after the crosshairs has skimmed over every visible space. Blake clicked the safety back on and set the gun down beside him, huffing a sigh of relief as he did so. Of course, it was as soon as he relaxed that his lean-to's roof gave in, and the blanket fell on top of him. Nox grumbled, threw the blanket off of him, and stood up. He had lost his watch a few days ago, so he looked up at the sun to try and guess what time it was. Blake decided it wasn't too late to head back West towards the Western Tribe, he had passed them not too long ago, and their settlement was just a few miles past the horizon. However, his final destination was Eastward, and he didn't like the idea of backtracking. Nox eventually caved in to the idea of resting in an old car, packed his things back into his backpack, and started trudging West.

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Dale|14|Mentions; None as of now.
Dale curled up in a ball, confused of what was happening. He whispered quietly to himself. He looked around thinking about running off.

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((casually waits for Trinket to post))

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lmao

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