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Who: Castiel and Elizabeth
Where: PORT!
When: Day 1
Warnings: Probably not

Castiel was looking forward to this trip more than he thought he might. He had stashed away a couple of pills when Dean had come over and those were hiding in his pocket, waiting to be taken. He had packed a bag, of course, as he had to learn very quickly what it was like

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[amissbennet]

Elizabeth, meanwhile, was entirely ignorant as to what possible supplies could be needed to survive in the wilderness. She had taken long journeys before, certainly, but there had always been a carriage present if it were meant to last overnight and there had always been a servant of some kind to pack the necessary materials as well as to know how they might be used properly given certain conditions. Thus, at the end of it all, she left with only a blanket, a book, some candles and matches, and a firm resolution to succeed with her inmate. All of this was nicely fit into the odd pack that had appeared in her room not two days before

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Rude didn't apply to him. He had his own bag, she had hers. It was only efficient that they carry their own things. If he carried hers for her, then he would be overburdened and, frankly, he was the one who needed to be light. If they were attacked, he was the one who would be most suited to defending them.

He gave a laugh at her awe.

"It will do, but if the tide comes in, we will not have a place to go." He looked around and then back to her. He was not complaining. The view was beautiful, but his own awe at God's creation had been lost when he stopped believing in God.

"I do not suppose you brought anything to help us out here? A knife, at the very least?"

[amissbennet]

Elizabeth turned to stare at him. A knife? Yes, it might have been a practical thing to have, all things considered, but why should she have thought to bring one? "It is not proper for a lady to be in possession of such things unless preparing a meal. I would have thought you would be inclined to bring such supplies."

Although the environment was still beautiful, she was a bit disheartened by the man's jaded attitude toward the entire situation. With a slight frown marring her lips temporarily, she returned to her pack and picked it up again. His talk of tide made her nervous for ruining her things. "I did have the sense to bring candles and matches, at least."

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"My dear Warden, you are, as already said, the warden. I am an inmate. If I carried a knife, I would be thrown in zero. Or accused of trying to assault someone. And I have no way of procuring a knife, anyway." He shook his head and turned around, walking towards the small batch of vines.

"And the matches will come in handy. Make sure to keep them dry. There's a jar in my bag that has some cloth and bandages, you might want to put them in there so that they are sealed inside." He pulled on a few of the vines against the rock, smiling as they gave way. Good. They might be able to use it and braid it like rope.

Or rather, judging by his warden- HE might be able to braid it into rope.

[amissbennet]

"Certainly no one should think so ill of you if they have had any discourse with you. I cannot fathom why a knife should not be allowed for a man who has no intention of carrying out harm upon others." This place was far too nonsensical at times and Elizabeth sometimes became frustrated with the sheer amount of ignorance forced upon her simply by coming from a time in which the ways of acting were much more proper and traditional.

The warden did as she was told, reaching into her pack and pulling out the matches as well as one of the smaller candles. Moving over toward the proud and seemingly judgmental man, she held out a potentially impatient hand. "May I have your pack then? So that I might be able to do as you have suggested?"

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Castiel offered her a smile and then unzipped his bag, pulling out the jar so that she wouldn't have to see anything in it. "Here you are, Miss," he said stiffly. He was actually in a grand mood and was happy to be out and about, but he was annoyed that he had to do this all on his own. He wasn't used to being the leader anymore.

Where he was from, he was a follower. He did what Dean told him to do and just made snarky comments on the side. He stayed in his room, had his girls, had his drugs, had his alcohol. Speaking of which.

When he handed over the jar, he pulled out a pill and took it dry, his hands shoved back into his pockets.

Now, what to do first. "Are you adverse to getting firewood while I make us a shelter?"

[amissbennet]

Elizabeth took the jar with a hint of indignation. Turning around to find a nice rock to sit on, she sat down so as to have a place to set the things. It allowed her use of both hands to open the jar where she then placed the matches and single candle. Resealing the jar, she returned her gaze to the other man and offered him a dissatisfied sort of frown

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If he knew what she thought of him, Castiel might have laughed. Arrogance was not what he was trying to give off. No. He didn't consider himself arrogant. He considered himself simply...above the human race. He had been something great once. He had been an angel. A soldier of God. Humans were...not what he wanted to interact with.

"Thank you." While she walked off to do that, he made a small pit for the fire, surrounded it with rock and then headed towards the nearest cliff around them.

He pulled out a sheet he had packed and ripped a few vines from the wall, using a particularly sharp looking rock as a knife.

"Just put the wood in the pit, if you don't mind."

[amissbennet]

Though even she could tell that it wasn't the most hearty collection of wood that would sustain a large flame, it would be enough to begin the flame and then some. Dumping that supply into the pit as ordered, with some on the side, she returned to the trees to collect more. It wasn't particularly easy to come by given the moist climate, but a couple smaller, decaying trees were enough to provide an adequate amount for her reputation

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"There is really nothing to teach. I am going to take this blanket, spread it across the trees to give us some shade and perhaps a wind break, should the occasion call for it. Since it is obviously not waterproof, it will not do for a rainguard, but there are plenty of other places to go. I am sure these are really not the accommodations you are used to, but it's really all I can do. Miss." He gave her a smile and then threw out one length of vine for her.

"If you would loop that around the base of the tree, I will show you how to knot it."

[amissbennet]

Elizabeth smiled now, content that he might actually be more than tolerant of her actions and knowledge base. She nodded as he explained, glad to be learning, and then caught the vine as he threw it to her. She circled it around the tree as he had suggested and then looked to him for how to continue.

"I think you will find that I am entirely more adaptive than you might imagine." She replied with the same sincere smile, wanting for him to have faith in her as much as she was beginning to believe in him. "Now, Mr Castiel. If you would please instruct me as to how to secure this vine."

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Castiel nodded and finished his own knot before walking over and showing her how to tie it. He did it once for her and then handed her another vine to tie to a nearby tree.

"And please, I know that where you are from, it is proper to include the mister, but it is really not necessary. I was an angel, not a gentleman." And he also did not, did NOT like any kind of reminder that he was human. She was just providing that for him.

He finished tying the other two vines to the blanket and pointed. "These will attach to those two trees," he explained and stood up.

"And the water coming from the waterfall should be clean enough." It was hot, he had been working, and he needed a drink. And he was already contemplating his other pill...

[amissbennet]

"I apologize, Castiel." She said solemnly, pausing what she was doing to ensure that he knew she meant it. Following his lead, she tied a secure knot in the other vines and then stared with pride at their creation. It was quite amazing what simple ingenuity could do.

Straightening, she nodded as if he might be seeking permission to go get a drink. Or maybe he was just explaining, and she was simply listening. Whatever the case, he spoke and she nodded and then she was pulling the blanket gently from her pack to lay out on the ground beneath their small shelter. They should at least have something to sit on other than the ground itself.

Her pack was slung on her back again after the blanket was settled and she realized then that she hadn't thought to bring any tin or silver at all; nothing could help them in eating or drinking. "Perhaps we should consider how we will be dining this evening."

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Castiel was not asking permission. He was simply stating a fact, thinking aloud, if you will. So, not seeing the nod, he continued towards the waterfall, trailing his fingers through it. Something about it seemed off, though, he couldn't pick it up. He had only traces of his powers because of his inmate status...which were the traces left over from when he was an angel.

He cupped his hand in the waterfall and took a long drink, closing his eyes at the taste. It was strange...but perhaps that was just the island herself. He took his fill and glanced back to her, blinking.

"I can try and get us fish, if you'd like. But I am trying to keep away from meat. Otherwise, I am sure there is some suitable fruit around." He moved to the fire pit next, stumbling a bit on his feet on the way.

Strange...He glanced back to see if anything had tripped him. Nothing.

"If you'd hand over the matches, I can start our fire..." He rubbed his eyes. The pill in his pocket- that wouldn't have worked this hard this fast.

activity!fail, sorry. Did you want to continue this still?

[amissbennet]

No. We can just assume. Hit me up on AIM to sketch the details

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