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[In the chaos that follows two people going at it post-vote, Jason slips out when he thinks no one is paying him much attention. The trail of blood is easy to track, especially the further it goes along; the running, the moving, has been a disadvantage, has made Royce bleed a bit more profusely.
Jason stalks it, weaving several feet away, watchful of its course. Into the woods, which may or may not be such a great idea considering how high the hairs on the back of Jason's neck stands when he gets to the edge of the brush of it. But he presses on, keeping quiet.
Royce is smart, Jason finds. The trail moves in various directions, sharp turns, even doubles back before continuing on. It actually gets lighter instead of heavier. Royce must have either kept weight off it or wrapped something around it.
Then it goes up a tree. Jason stands hidden a little ways away, listening, watching, making sure. Slowly, he moves out, skirts up by the tree, lifts his head. Royce is small, dark, very hard to see. If there's no movement, Royce is practically invisible, blending. Patiently, Jason waits. Blood hits him warm on the cheek, and he smirks.]
Duster. [It's all he says. Royce will know him by his voice.]
Jason stalks it, weaving several feet away, watchful of its course. Into the woods, which may or may not be such a great idea considering how high the hairs on the back of Jason's neck stands when he gets to the edge of the brush of it. But he presses on, keeping quiet.
Royce is smart, Jason finds. The trail moves in various directions, sharp turns, even doubles back before continuing on. It actually gets lighter instead of heavier. Royce must have either kept weight off it or wrapped something around it.
Then it goes up a tree. Jason stands hidden a little ways away, listening, watching, making sure. Slowly, he moves out, skirts up by the tree, lifts his head. Royce is small, dark, very hard to see. If there's no movement, Royce is practically invisible, blending. Patiently, Jason waits. Blood hits him warm on the cheek, and he smirks.]
Duster. [It's all he says. Royce will know him by his voice.]
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Besides, Royce is rough enough around the edges that Jason likes him, so he wants the man to survive.
So Jason carries on about his business of hiding and surviving in the jungle without too much attention-paying to Royce's stalking, though he doesn't try to shoo Royce away either. Hopefully, Jason'll be able to get a quick nap in later in the day; he sure as hell isn't going to be getting it tonight.]