Huh, why so bitter?.(JOIN!)

It was late in the night, foggy and dark. That's how I liked it. I go for a stroll down the abandoned ally ways. Nobody dared to go down there, totally defeating the purpose of the eery feeling. I find the wall I usually linger around, and lean against it. I pop a smoke in my mouth and light it, puffing the cigarette with satisfaction.

The night was moist and I felt good, alone. But then.. The feeling of the abandoned place had vanished. I most definitely was not alone. I look around and see blood red hair flowing in the wind. I squint and see she looks quite dangerous. "Hello?" I greet, not intimidated.

OOC: Post in 9 too brit!
BIC: The girl asks if I always greet strangers. "In fact, I kind of do." I say with a smirk. "So, are you that girl who was crying hysterically at the reaping today?" Or was that that other red headed chick...

"Well, I assure you that I wouldn't."I say to her. So we're going to assume things right off the bat are we? Well then, now I know this is no friend of mine... Or would she be? I dont know, but I am intrigued. "So, what makes you come down this ally way in the middle of the night?"

"Well, I come here pretty much every night and have never seen you sulk around the shadows before." I tell her, knowing that something is on her mind. I see her give a disgusted glance at my cigarette, causing me to take a long puff of it and blow the smoke out.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But the addiction sure doesn't seem to mind." I say as I blow our more smoke. "Do you mind?!" She says in a voice I am so familiar with. The voice sounded like my own. "No not really." I say. I lower my cigarette though, not wanting to upset her any further. She seemed freaky, and I wasn't in the mood for a fight.

"Good guess." I say to her. "I guess living on my own has made me a little.. Tense. The cigs tend to tone it down a notch." I admit honestly. "So, why so bitter?"

She starts to vent out to me, telling me the thing that I knew what was on her brain... I didn't think it would be that easy to open her up. I nod at her words though, knowing what it's like when stupid little b*tches don't need to earn what they get. They just get it on a silver platter. "I hear ya." I say, thinking about the girl in District 10 who's exactly the definition of what she explained.