Day One: Morning

[Celipa]

At the peak of the hill, in the well trimmed grass, Celipa fell to a sitting position with a contented smile and laid her shotgun down in her crossed legged lap. The mutilated figure at the bottom of the hill with the missing chunk of her head symbolized the saiyaness' first victory, and that was something to be proud of. The pathetic wench would probably leave soon, she figured, so there was no risk involved in hanging out up at the summit of the hill.

"A real shame, that," Celipa giggled to herself unremorsefully. "Such a pretty face! If she's lucky she might find the missing parts of that face laying all over the side of the hill!"

She let out another shrill giggle and began rooting through her bag, searching for all her food-stuffs. With a frown, she turned it upside-down and spilled its contents out in front of her. Bread and water?

"Fuck that!" she commented, pushing the bread to the side. But the water did look appealing after her long walking venture.

The saiyan opened her mouth, tilted her head back, and downed the H-two-O with powerful gulps. Once finished, she tossed the plastic remains off the side of the hill, where it tumbled down and eventually hit literal rock-bottom.

Since the morning announcements had come on already, Celipa concluded in her head that she should pull out her map to check out her general area. She glanced over her possessions lying on the ground, passing over the scouter and coming to a rest on the map and compass.

She was on the hilltop, that much was clear...luckily, she had just moved from a danger zone. North Lake was now fatal to enter. She figured that it was a good thing she had left when she did. She marked down the remaining zones from memory and loaded her stuff back up into her backpack, including the scouter. The only thing left out was her boom-stick, which she had decided it would be smarter to carry 'round.

Especially with that harlot down at the bottom of the hill.