christopher ludwig||male||17||d.7||tagged; Canada/no crush
He didn't seem to acknowledge her snap, and instead, remained calm. Christopher caught the tinder and gave her a grateful nod, and whipped out one of the six knives from his belt, slicing the choppy tinder into thinner pieces. Once he settled the firewood, he began to ready the tinder, using his knives to spark together to ignite the tinder and the wood. It took several, several tries, but once he saw the tiniest spark, he began to cup the tiny flame, blowing gently, feeding it air until it began to engulf the firewood. He sat up, throwing his fists in the air. "Yeah! Fire! Finally," he groaned. "Hey, 11, you alright up there?" Chris looked up at the tree where she sat, bundled up tautly.
felicity woodrow||female||17||d.5||tagged; Chandler/no crush
Felicity eyed Chandler closely. It was getting dark, and she had a perfect shot right now to kill him. She had adapted to the pain, even applied some medical herbs she spotted on the smaller wounds on her forehead, knees and forearms, and her ankle. She narrowed her eyes, readying her sore but eerily steadily left arm, as she prepared to throw the spear straight in the middle of his chest, just as she had practiced in the Training tower. She raised her weapon silently, and didn't have to wait until he was distracted. The childish Career dolt already was.
And so, Felicity threw the deadly weapon, unblinking and unflinching as she heard a satisfying ssllcchh sound as the spear embedded smack in the center of his chest.

























