Fight For Your Life (Cato)

[paw]

(OCC, roughly about February 15th, about mid day. Closed to Cato and me)

Paw felt the cool breeze run across his forehead. He had to get out of the house, for the entire household was heated and cross and arguing. Harvey missed Lottie, 90's Kid missed Rachel, Morpheus missed Nani, Maleficent missed Grimhilde, Critic missed Chester and everyone missed IHeart. Roses hadn't really been in the mood to talk to him much, so he had slipped out. After all, no one would miss him in the rush.

It was a relief to get out, to rest against the trees and to just breathe in the fresh air. And then he tensed. He was sure he heard something.

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The blonde was a hunter. He was raised to be a killer, raised to be a precise hunter. Wasn't that what a killer was? A hunter? One who hunted people. Cato was growing reckless and restless upon waking in this strange place. It was nothing like Panem, though he had heard that this was the fabled North America he had heard of. Cato didn't care. He wanted to know how and why he was still alive. The last thing he remembered was getting mutilated by muttations and pleading that his life be taken. Wasn't he killed? Was he in heaven? Was he on his way to hell? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was given a second chance. Perhaps a second chance at doing what he was trained to do.

Kill and win.

Cato stayed out in the woodlands most of the time. It was a reminder of his last moments, something he was familiar with. He had no weapon at the time, save for his bare hands. He'd killed at least one person with those bare hands. One neck snap was all it took to kill anyone. A machette through the head. A dagger in the heart. Cato knew several ways to kill people. It was how he survived to be in the top three in the Hunger Games. Now look where he was. Lost in another forest. He thought he was ready to see what this world was going to offer, but instead found someone wandering in the forest.

Silent. He needed to be silent. He did his best, but ultimately failed, snapping a few twigs. He cursed under his breath, looking up at the newcomer. "It's a bit dangerous to wander around the woods." he said, a sinister smirk across his face.

[paw]

Shoot.

Paw swung around, causally smirking "Suppose it was rather silly of me to come here. Wasn't it? Behind his back, he fumbled with his gun, loading the chamber with three bullets."So, what are you doing here? Hmm? Are you on my side, or on the others, or perhaps you don't know at all." Yes, this is good, try and keep a neutral tone.

There was a rather large and damp branch that had been knocked down by a storm of some other. If the boy wouldn't go down after three bullets, or if he didn't like to join them, then it would be rather ideal to finish him off. I'm turning into them, I'm plotting ways to kill them. It made him sick. But it was because of Ask that Guy, if he was on his side, that this war started.

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Cato's brows furrowed, trying to figure out what Paw had meant. My side, your side, this side, that side. What was he even talking about? Alliances? Cato was part of an alliance in the Games, until he was the only one standing out of his team. That was more of a free-for-all battle, however. There was to be only one winner, one man standing. Cato had desperately wanted said man to be him, but that didn't happen. Look at where he was now. Wandering the forest trying to decipher what this man was saying.

Cato may have been arrogant and brash, but he wasn't really stupid when it came to attacks. He briefly noticed that Paw was doing something behind his back. Cato snorted when he came up with a response to the question. "We're all really against each other, now aren't we? It sure was a stupid move to come wandering around here."

[paw]

"Yeah, on reflection that was a little bit of a idiotic move, mind you- oh, you don't know, really do you? Because you have just walked slack bang into the middle of a war. And either you are with me, or against me. So, what do you think?" Paw scratched his headphones clearing out any static "Oh, and by the way, think carefully about this."

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Think carefully? What, did this guy think Cato was a thinker? No. Cato was not a thinker. He was a survivalist. A warrior. A hunter. If you wanted to go that far, a murderer. If he thought about something, it was about how he was going to survive or how he was going to kill. The younger male couldn't help it but sneer at Paw. "Pick a side of war? Who's on what side?"

Cato wanted to know if he'd have far better opportunities if he opposed Paw. The stronger side was the side more likely to win. Cato was far more in the brawny category than the brainy one, so if Paw's side used more brainpower than actual muscle, he would go running to an opposing side.

[paw]

Paw looked at Cato with a slight amount of pity, before shugging and pulling out his gun. "I'm not afriad to use this. As for what sides you are talking about, you can either come back with me to my camp, to see you like there, or go to That Guy's house, all the way over there. Either way, I'm going to take you down. Sorry." He fired towards Cato.

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Cato furrowed his brows once Paw pulled out the gun and spoke. Wait a minute. He was going to be attacked and expected to join his side? When Cato formed his alliance with the other careers, and the male from District Twelve, they didn't assault each other for initiation. The careers were just expected to stick together, and that Twelve boy was useful until the alliance dwindled down. Then there was only himself and both District Twelve tributes. Then he went down and woke up in another forest, once more getting to fight for his life. When he was hit, it was a wake-up call for Cato. This was an enemy. He would not being calling him his ally anytime soon.

Thanks to getting shot, it fuelled Cato's anger and adrenaline. He realized he did have a weapon. The forest. The forest was his weapon. Sure, a machete might be nice, a spear, an ax, but a nice big stick could do the job just fine. Cato had his bare hands to work with at the moment, and he could kill with nothing but himself as a weapon. His gaze instantly hit a fairly large branch, but he figured it might take some time to grab that. Instead he attempted to lunge at and tackle the other male.

[paw]

On reflection, pulling out the gun may have been a terrible idea. Paw groaned as he watched Cato lunge at him, and grabbed the tree branch. With a large groan of excess, he swung the branch at the boy's head, hoping at least that it would connect and knock him out so he could take the boy back to the base to interrogate.

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Thank whoever Cato found holy for his adrenaline rush. Right when he was so close to coming into contact with Paw, a large branch made contact with his face. The bark left a few scratches and scrapes on his face, fresh scarlet blood running down the cheek that was hit. He fell to the ground, dazed for a moment. Cato wouldn't go down so easily. He was bleeding, he was hurting, he was wounded, but he was a fighter. A purebred fighter. The more youthful male staggered back up to his feet, looking very much like a bull that was seeing red. A staggering bull, but a vicious animal nonetheless. He was livid now. He wasn't sure if he'd let Paw live to see another day, or if he would just rough him up quite a bit. After a brief moment of thinking, he decided on the latter.

It would be far more satisfying if he used a machete for his first kill in this world. Letting out a grunt of pain, Cato swung his arm in hopes to punch the older male.