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Arrival
Dec 18, 2015 7:16:17 GMT -6
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 18, 2015 7:16:17 GMT -6
Wren happened to be first to the market, somehow. He must have passed Holly as he scrambled through the city. Actually, he didn't remember much from his run, except...except a loud noise. He stopped to take a look around. The market had an eerie feeling, empty of any Capitol citizens from what he could see. OW! Wren looked down at his arm to notice a stream of blood running down it. Fuck. That bastard. Wren ripped off his sleeve and wrapped the strip of fabric around his arm. This will have to do for now. At least it was his non-dominant arm. Well I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit here and starve to death. I can't be of much help to my friends if I'm dead. If it turns out he didn't need it, he decided he'd at least make an attempt, and share later if necessary.
Scavenge for food
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Arrival
Dec 18, 2015 9:15:30 GMT -6
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 18, 2015 9:15:30 GMT -6
Wren noticed Wallace had followed them, rather than the person they had planned on. Wallace was a shady guy. Wren didn't know how to feel about him yet, so he decided to spy on him.
Spy on Wallace
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Arrival
Dec 19, 2015 17:33:33 GMT -6
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 19, 2015 17:33:33 GMT -6
Wren couldn't be too sure of which side his company at the market was all working for, or if anyone was attempting to hack...so he figured he'd do his best to help out his team.
Hack
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Arrival
Dec 21, 2015 21:52:51 GMT -6
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 21, 2015 21:52:51 GMT -6
Departure:
Wren was mostly content with his goodbyes from the market crew, aside from upsetting Eloise. Hopefully she would forgive him. He decided a disguise would best protect him on his next journey, so he found a large, hooded women's coat in a nearby shop. Heh. If only those assholes back home could see me now, living up to their stupid song.
He threw it on and calmly walked towards The Watchtower, hoping to catch up with some allies, grab some supplies, and hoping most of all to see Cal. I did what I could. Hopefully he'll anticipate my movement, if he saw Vester's shot and assumes I'm injured. Although...he isn't good at scavenging. He'll need food. Well...here's hoping. I guess it's up to fate, now. Fate brought us together once... Fate will reunite us if she pleases.
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