Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 10:41:51 PM)
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Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 10:42:27 PM)
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Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 10:50:19 PM)
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Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 10:50:33 PM)
*Nearly arrived and thrust into the thick of things out in lush, diverse ecology with a pack full of certain items strapped onto her pack, an oddly looking rifle strung over one shoulder leaving the hands free to check against a slightly worn map and a GPS device held in an off hand. It was far better to get right to work, it would cure her of nerves in meeting the Elder of the Sept, clearing the mind of doubts that really shouldn’t be floating about in her brain. Slowly, carefully the woman sporting woodsy camouflage broke through a thicket of low hanging branches and vines with a soft groan, eyes scanning the area while her booted feet settled against the earth*

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 10:56:06 PM)
::He moved stealthfully through the woods his nose having picked up her scent.. all the traps she had laid previously had indeed been set off yet no animals could be found what so ever.. He dragged his thick lupus fur along the thick braches of near by brush occasionaly to help him pull out tuffs of furr that where a product of his shedding in the new hot atmsphere::

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 10:59:29 PM)
*Under a likewise camouflaged boonie hat locks of hair had been tied back to rest against the nap of her neck, thankfully held back so that what little of a breeze there was could rush over the light sheen of perspiration that glistened on her neck, cooling the flesh there by meager means. It seemed an endless task in checking the traps, one after the other they had been surprisingly empty. Trudging along to the next trap, and the next the streak continued. These had to be the string of traps that she was sent too monitor. The GPS couldn’t be that off. Coming upon another trap, and an empty one at that, she frowned deeply and knelt to check the locking mechanism.* So strange...*she commented to no one but herself.*

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 11:09:11 PM)
::He moved in as she observed the trap.. his paws barely made a sound.. as she knelt down to check on the trap.. he had hoped she would get herself in this situaiton.. he was going to teach her a lesson she would ot soon forget.. and he hurled his lupus body towards her rear end head butting her back side and useing the weight of his lupus form to push her unexpecting form into the cage! With a Quick movement of his front paws the cage door slammed shut behind her and she would find herself on her knees in the very cage she had ment to capture a animal in!!::

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 11:09:22 PM)
(HAHA)

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 11:09:29 PM)
(LOL Nice!)

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 11:13:50 PM)
*Nothing was out of sorts with this trap that would indicate that a captured animal had chewed its way to freedom. Really it was a perplexing situation, since the traps had been baited heavily, provided a small tray of water even, from what she understood. No animal would have been able to resist that sort of temptation. Some manner of animal would have crept inside the traps, springing the mechanism which would have permitted against escape until mortal hands kindly liberated said animal. It was like Harry Houdini himself had stole his spirit away into the wildlife here, aiding each escape. An interesting feat, if anyone had thought to ask her about the matter. Quickly…blindingly so that became the least of her worries as she was assaulted, and forced into the cage. Painfully the inside of the cage was struck, setting her hat to cover up her face. Frantically she turned onto her backside, ignoring the throbbing of her body to pull the hat from her sight, hands scrambling for the strange looking gun she owned

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 11:17:07 PM)
::When she finnally gets her bareings and finds herself on her bum in the very cage she had hoped to capture some animal.. she sees nothing around her.. she can hear someone whistling on one of the nature trails not far from where she was..::

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 11:20:29 PM)
*First day on the job, damned more care could have been taken to be fully aware of the wild surroundings chattering away all around her. And in the natural calls…a whistle. Panting laboriously, she took stock of each angle, wincing at the dull pain soaking into her muscles and scanned the area. Dead Gaia…she was trapped! Fearing that an animal was yet in the area, she began to rattle the cage about to make noise rather than call out, at least for now. She groaned, and grunted setting the gun down across her lap to grasp and the bar giving it as good a shake as possible*

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 11:24:58 PM)
::She heard a mans voice::huh what was that? ::and she could heard steps comming her way from the direction of the trail..::"some one out there?"

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 11:26:07 PM)
*Whomever had randomly crossed into the area came as a blessing. How many hours would she had to of endured otherwise before someone back at the station thought her well overdue for check-in and set out looking for her? It wouldn’t have been days, mere hours…in an environment that was fairly new too her.* Please….over here. Follow my voice. I’m….trapped.

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 11:30:35 PM)
::he followed her voice and he looked at her in the cage:: what the! ::he shook his head. She could see he wore a t shirt that read. " Ink not Mink" on it and had the PETA embolm on the sleeve:: Umm? ::he looked around:: you allright? Am I on one of those gotcha funny haha tv shows?

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 11:34:08 PM)
*Once she was out of this predicament, a million thanks would be given to the seeming Angel sent to rescue her from a most unfortunate happening. Likely they would exchange numbers, they would share a meal together in the city and never speak nor hear from the other again. First though she had to get out of here. Relief swam in her voice, a smile curled the woman's lips at his approach* Thank Gods you happened to be in the area. No...I'm not alright. Something..rushed me from behind while I was checking this trap, and I became stuck inside. Please...help me out of here.

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 11:36:57 PM)
::he looked at her:: Checking the trap? oh you mean someone is trapping animals here? ::he looked around:: i thought this was protected land, we should tell the ranger bout this.. ::as he moved closer towards the cage looking to see which way it might open..::

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 11:41:55 PM)
*An unexpected laugh burst from her lips at the mentioning of a ranger. Shaking it off she motioned to a few securing pins at the front of the cage* You has to unclasp them…it lessens the strain and the door will swing right open. And sorry for the laugh…I work for the Rangers, actually. We have to keep track of the wildlife numbers…capturing them do a quick medical exam, tag them and set them free. All the information is cataloged, in a notebook I have. Oh…and in case you suspected me of doing something illegal…here's my badge. *pulling it out from a chain hidden inside her shirt, she indeed showed off her credentials. *

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 11:49:47 PM)
::He looked at the credentials as if he actualy knew what he was looking for.. and he was undoing the pins in the cage as if he had done it plenty of times before.. he pulled open the gate:: but umm what is like a baby gets stuck in there and its mother can't get to it? shes not gonna stick around and wait for the humans to come free her cub esspecially if she has more to protect, and some wild life creatures wont even touch there younge again if it has the scent of a human on it. Which means the cub of that animal will starve to death, because you all have these traps layin around..

Jeremy Meers (Jul 15, 2010 11:54:51 PM)
..??

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 11:54:59 PM)
*Photo identification with the stamp of the National Park Services, U.S Department of Interior, stood out boldly from the laminated card strung about her neck. The name “Kalix Grant” appearing in less defined print bared out from under a color headshot of the woman captured within the cage. The ID was tucked back out of sight within her shirt as he lifted up the gate.* Thank you…so much. These traps are monitored twenty-four hours a day by staff, and volunteers. Every three hours, abouts, they are checked…trust me on that. It’s important that we protect wildlife but unless we know of their numbers, we don’t know the status of their health…are they nearing being wiped off the face of the earth or no. I know it seems cruel but our traps won’t cause any harm. If you like the number to my office, and want to lodge a compliant…I’ll gladly give you the information…erm…Sir.

Kalix Grant (Jul 15, 2010 11:55:27 PM)
(Was fixing a snack..sorry for delays)