Renji's awake and sneaking through the district's fence hours before sunrise. He fetches his arrows and bow from the usual places, and sets off to see what might have gotten itself stuck in one of their snares.
This is not terribly unusual for him - getting out early to check and reset snares is never a bad idea, after all. He's just doing it solo, this time. Rukia's back home, trying to sleep in a bit on Reaping Day, while he's trudging through the woods quietly, checking traps all for... nothing. It's been a bad season for game, probably not going to get much better. He should've just tried to get some more rest.
He's given up and halfway back to the fence when he spots movement in the bushes some distance away. He freezes, stock-still, hoping to at least be downwind enough to not be noticed. A deer tentatively emerges from its hiding place, after a moment. A deer. Healthy, sizable. A doe, from the looks of it. That's a prize that's well worth this trip.
He carefully creeps to a better vantage point, plucking an arrow from his quiver, ever vigilant that the slightest of mistakes could fuck this up entirely. He nocks the arrow, draws the string back until it's against his jaw. It's a perfect setup, there's so little breeze, the doe doesn't even know he's there. He inhales, relaxes the fingers around the bowstring, and -- his perch gives way underneath him.
He doesn't see where his arrow goes. He doesn't even really care. He's just suddenly tumbling down a hillside, through still-damp leaves, dirt, rocks. He comes to a hault with a thud and a very upsetting crunch. He's fine, he knows that without even really checking. His bow's intact, too. He thinks he'd almost prefer an actual injury to the sight of his utterly busted sunglasses. Those took so much effort to get. God. Damn. It.
His bow and arrows go back into their hiding spots, his busted glasses get buried, and he gathers himself for the trip back to the fence. He's still removing leaves from his hair by the time he gets back home, later than he should be. He's going to have to rush to get ready, now, and mostly just hopes Rukia's already up and out of the way so he can.
...Of course, she isn't. Renji finds her still in bed asleep, and having one hell of a dream, at that. He can't quite make out what she's saying; he doesn't really want to. "Rukia? C'mon, Rukia," He starts, padding over the roust her. Shaking her shoulders a little does nothing. She flails around a bit more, still oblivious. "Get your ass up, we gotta get ready for th--"
Rukia snaps upright so abruptly and totally that she manages to headbutt Renji's chest with some amount of force. He stumbles back a bit, managing to land solidly on the floor on his ass. "What the hell am I doing?" He yells back, mouth twisted into a scowl. "I was trying to wake you up! You slept in too late, stupid."
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Date: 2014-10-28 06:42 am (UTC)This is not terribly unusual for him - getting out early to check and reset snares is never a bad idea, after all. He's just doing it solo, this time. Rukia's back home, trying to sleep in a bit on Reaping Day, while he's trudging through the woods quietly, checking traps all for... nothing. It's been a bad season for game, probably not going to get much better. He should've just tried to get some more rest.
He's given up and halfway back to the fence when he spots movement in the bushes some distance away. He freezes, stock-still, hoping to at least be downwind enough to not be noticed. A deer tentatively emerges from its hiding place, after a moment. A deer. Healthy, sizable. A doe, from the looks of it. That's a prize that's well worth this trip.
He carefully creeps to a better vantage point, plucking an arrow from his quiver, ever vigilant that the slightest of mistakes could fuck this up entirely. He nocks the arrow, draws the string back until it's against his jaw. It's a perfect setup, there's so little breeze, the doe doesn't even know he's there. He inhales, relaxes the fingers around the bowstring, and -- his perch gives way underneath him.
He doesn't see where his arrow goes. He doesn't even really care. He's just suddenly tumbling down a hillside, through still-damp leaves, dirt, rocks. He comes to a hault with a thud and a very upsetting crunch. He's fine, he knows that without even really checking. His bow's intact, too. He thinks he'd almost prefer an actual injury to the sight of his utterly busted sunglasses. Those took so much effort to get. God. Damn. It.
His bow and arrows go back into their hiding spots, his busted glasses get buried, and he gathers himself for the trip back to the fence. He's still removing leaves from his hair by the time he gets back home, later than he should be. He's going to have to rush to get ready, now, and mostly just hopes Rukia's already up and out of the way so he can.
...Of course, she isn't. Renji finds her still in bed asleep, and having one hell of a dream, at that. He can't quite make out what she's saying; he doesn't really want to. "Rukia? C'mon, Rukia," He starts, padding over the roust her. Shaking her shoulders a little does nothing. She flails around a bit more, still oblivious. "Get your ass up, we gotta get ready for th--"
Rukia snaps upright so abruptly and totally that she manages to headbutt Renji's chest with some amount of force. He stumbles back a bit, managing to land solidly on the floor on his ass. "What the hell am I doing?" He yells back, mouth twisted into a scowl. "I was trying to wake you up! You slept in too late, stupid."