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Nikko Vea had never really been considered mature. He had always been that kid who ran around in circles, acting like a bird or something with wings. Nikko did like to pertend to fly when he was younger, especially with the aerodynmanics that his aunt worked with. You know, rocket science and all that fun stuff. Sometimes when he visited the said aunt, she would work with the different mathematic calculations that showed for flying, then would let Nikko paint the model of the helicopter or plane or whatever she was modeling. Usually, the plane ended up to me a misshappen mess of different blurry colors and muddy brown splatterings. Nikko had never been much of a painter, more of making porportional drawings of houses. And that wasn't natural talent. He'd worked his ass off for that degree, and if only...

Did every thought lead to Vicky? Nikko fumed silently, kicking his feet to the field that was below his feet. The field was unusually small, with just a few people in it. Simmilar to a park, almost. Though, it wasn't quite one. It was more of a muddy landscape of damp green grass littered with small amounts of mud and stones, probably from vandalizing teenagers. Nikko, who was once a punk-ish teenager (Reformed by his bunny, Mr. Snufflkins) could probably remember and recall throwing rocks across the field and snickering if it hit someone in the head. Good times that brought back more devestating memories. Great. Just fabulous. More memories. He felt like going and killing Caine. He pondered this for a second before closing his eyes and trying to regain compusure.

Who would look after Mr. Snufflkins if he died? Nobody, he was sure. His father would probably try to shoot the darn rabbit, the poor Mr. Snufflkins. Nikko sometimes hated his father for his cruel, harsh ways and his sad demeanor that he carried around like a necklace. Like a Kesha necklace, ripreddammit Nikko usually did wonder about his father and the way he did produce the amount of money to support his twenty three year old son, his eighteen year old daughter and his wife. Nikko knew his mother sure didn't do anything, and the last time he'd seen her, she was laying on the couch with two cats, one at her head and one at her foot. Nikko, who didn't care for cats, was quite frightened by the said image and had bid his parents a farewell for the day.

Carefully as possible, he stomped across the grass, observing the horizon that probably would be swarming with mosquitoes later today. Sure, the only main source of water that was close was... district five? But the mud field sure made a good subsitute for the mosquito eggs to hatch. Especially the small pools of water that had been dug out during the summer. Now, it was early spring and the ground was thawing out, so the mosquitoes would swarm to lay their eggs any second now. Nikko could just feel it. He found them repulsive, with their long legs and ability to suck your blood. Hey sounds like Bear!

Nikko could just then spot a person with... dogs? Yes, puppies and a dog. Nikko had never had a dog, and he very much did want one for his entire childhood. I want a puppy, I want a dog, I need a puppy, I need a dog. Nikko had even come back one day with a flea infested mutt. Of course, his Mother had shooed it from the house and told Nikko "Never to bring in that fiflty mutt into that house again or I swear." Eh, continuing on. Nikko had to bring the dog back out and let it sulk in its own self pity. He figured it probably died, but not something he liked to think about often enough.

More memories of when he was ten included the basis of him, Naz, Vicky and Caine knocking over the bucket of water when they were playing a melodramatic reintroduction of the hunger games. Nikko had tried to win, but was beat out by Caine. God, that person won over everything. Rant, Nikko. He tried to stop this maddness and cool down. Oh, there were those dogs.

"Ooh! Pretty puppies! May I pet one?"