GHB 6: [orb]

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[Well, well well! Look whose ugly mug has finally shown back up in the orb. James lays flat on his stomach in the tall grass of the field between the town and the woods. There are twigs and leaves in his hair and he's got...quite a bit of stubble goin' on there. Might even call it the start of a beard. His robes are torn and the circles under his eyes might suggest his father was a raccoon.]

[It's been...a while.]</sub>

Whut....what day is it.

_{[He's quiet for a time and just stares at the orb in his hand. He wasn't so sure he'd ever see civilization again.]}

I'll...give a silver coin to th' first motherfucker that brings me a sandwich.

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[dailybread]

Meat? Cheese? Vegetables?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[To that, James just makes a semi-feral frustrated sound which probably translated into 'I don't care!' but one can't be too sure.]}

[dailybread]

Uh. Okay. Do you know where the Mockingjay is, or should I come to you?

[goldeneyeball]

These legs aint goin' nowhere.

[dailybread]

You'll have to tell me where you are, then.

[As he speaks, he's slicing off pieces of brown bread from a fresh loaf, looking over his array of dried meats and vegetables.]