Ill Try and Be Humble[Fizz][Open]

[glow=red,2,300] I sighed at the peacefullness. No more rabbiting on about Mother, no more rabbiting on about Father... No more anything; just the way I liked it. This way I didn't have to go around telling - or physically 'gesturing' - for people to stop asking me about my family. There were too many brave people around here; Too many people that dared to see what would happen if they tried to ask me about my family.

Walking gracefully over rocks and stones that were scattered in a messy pattern over the dirt floor, I neared a large boulder, surrounded by slightly smaller ones and even ones that seemed to be like hard bean bags. As I neared the boulder I saw a boy, probably older than me in age, cutting away at the apple. It was the dagger that interested me more than anything. Not many people would volounterally come this far near to the edge of District Nine without a descent sword; not that mine wasn't dagger-ish; mine was a hybrid sword-dagger. I was brave though... and I knew how to kill.

I walked over to the boy, intrigued by the way he was peeling all the skin from the apple with very little effort, like he had been doing it all his life. Soon I was leaning over his shoulder, only concerned about the entrancing way that he peeled the apple. I wasn't noticing the boy at all; just his hand gracefully sweeping over the apple with the dagger that flickered in the warm, welcoming sun.

[glow=red,2,300]"Hey," I said five seconds after he spoke as I hadn't realised, being entranced by the smooth peeling of the apple, "You're good with that dagger."

Long, thick strips of apple fell gracefully to the floor and the ground embraced them like it needed them for eternity. The sunlight flickered off the pure silver dagger that looked like it could have been a king's by the way it looked. A small strand of long, wavy brown hair fell over my face and I made no effort to remove it even though it covered half the enchanting scene.[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]"Where did you get it?" I could tell from first glance that it wasn't native from District Nine; Very much like mine wasn't from District Nine, but from District One instead; passed on through the family.

I walked around so the boy didn't have to strain his neck to see me. I didn't recognise him at all, and who didn't I know from District Nine?; well I guess I just answered my own question - him. I took in all his looks for later, as I was good at remembering things; that was what made me good at fighting - remembering how to do it.[/glow]

ROSE

I smiled as I realised that this boy was a wanderer, like I might have been if I didn't love my sisters so much. They thought I had run off, become a wanderer but I hadn't, I was sticking around... for now. I looked at the dagger and decided that he must have been a pretty good silversmith to make something so intricate and sharp; able to kill the strongest of people probably.

"You're a good silversmith then," I commented before adding, "So what's your name? I'm Rose."

I didn't mention my last name because unless he wandered around District Nine a lot, it would make no difference.