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[agreathunter]

John Locke never stopped hunting because it was raining. He never stopped hunting because of a dry spell, because there had been no sight of game for the entire day. He kept hunting because he had to, because if he dropped the ball he’d let down all of his fellow castaways. They had to eat; he had to hunt

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[friggin_gift]

And it is Boone. He comes out works his way through the brush and into the open. "Yeah."

[agreathunter]

He holsters his knife and gives Boone a warm smile, looking up to the sky for a moment. “Nice day to go out hunting. Come to join me?”

[friggin_gift]

"Not exactly, John." He fishes in his bag and tosses the older man a bottle of water and a granola bar.

[agreathunter]

Locke looks questioningly at the granola bar. “Did you, um, get this from one of the castaways? Or did it fall from the sky?” He has a rather quixotic smile on his face.