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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Dec 30, 2010 20:11:11 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Dec 30, 2010 20:11:11 GMT -5

Carter Langston
seventeen . single . district 3

Carter opened his eyes. This definitely was not his room. He picked his head off the flat, hard ground and looked around his leafy and green surroundings. The trees around him were mostly silent. There was the occasional chirp from a bird and wind through the leaves of the trees around him, but not much else. Carter took a moment to rub his head and wonder how he got here. Rather than get up, he pulled his knees into his stomach as he sat, and tried to remember. Where was he exactly?

His head was starting to hurt from how hard he was thinking. His eyes were stinging from how hard he was closing them, trying to concentrate. The last thing the blond could remember was being upset. But at who? And why? All these questions were absolutely a requirement if he wanted to know what happened. After a moment, he gave up. It took a while longer for him to notice the blood. The blood on his shirt, and the blood on his hands. His breath quickened. What have I done?

No. It wasn't him, it was Lang. But what had happened? Oh god. Please. Please be my blood. Carter didn't want to check for fear that it wasn't his. Before Carter could try to think again, there was a sound behind him that caused him to turn around quickly. He didn't even bother to get up, but he remained on the ground as he spun his body to find the source of the sound.

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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Dec 30, 2010 23:43:36 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Dec 30, 2010 23:43:36 GMT -5

Fiona Levan
sixteen // single // district three

When I was young lying in the grass
I felt so safe in a warming bath
Of sunlight, of sunlight
Vast open sky could do no harm
Like an embrace from mother's arms
In sunlight, in sunlight
In sunlight, in sunlight

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Fiona lied in the tall grass of the district’s park, looking up at the sky. She could hear the sounds of the children playing only twenty feet away from her. She smiled at the thought. To be a child again, to be carefree, to not have any baggage. She turned her head to the left, watching the children play from the ground. The kids looked about eight. Only four more years until they become just as jaded as the rest of us, she thought.

With every year that came to pass
More clouds appeared unl the sky went black
And there was no sunlight, no sunlight
And there was no sunlight, no sunlight
Anymore.

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She turned her head to the right and saw another body laying on the ground. She didn’t think anything of it until she heard a faint groan escape the body’s lips. She sat up, looking over at the distant body; she couldn’t tell if the body belonged to a boy or a girl, but she knew that it had not moved for the two minutes she spent staring at it.

Worried and Curious, Fiona rose to her feet and walked over to the body. It was a lot farther away than she thought it was and when she finally got within about fifteen feet of the body, it sat up. Fiona saw the short hair and the bigger build; it was a boy. Fiona doesn’t trust many people, but especially not boys. Something about them, all of them, she didn’t like it.

When Fiona turned around to run back to her own spot, she made a loud and noticeable noise. When she turned back around the boy was now looking at her. “

[/color]Oh. Uhm. Hi,” she said quietly. She looked down at her beige slip-ons, wishing she would just disappear. When she looked back up, she noticed the bright red stain on the boy’s shirt.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Are you okay? I mean, you’ve got a little blood there on your shirt.” Fiona walked over to him cautiously. The boy didn’t move as she studied his face and moved closer. His face seemed soft, nice, genuine. She felt comfortable, despite the fact that she had never seen this boy before.

When she got closer and saw that the blood stain was bigger than she originally thought. “My mom owns a shop just down the street. You can get yourself cleaned up there, if you want.” She offered him a hand and regretted it immediately, knowing that if he decided to take it, she would flinch, making the situation even more awkward. Reason number four-hundred and five of why I don’t talk to people.
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It disappeared at the same speed
As the idealistic things I believed
The optimist died inside of me

(No Sunlight // Death Cab for Cutie)

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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 2, 2011 4:29:46 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 2, 2011 4:29:46 GMT -5

Carter Langston
seventeen . single . district 3

When Carter turned around, he met someone's back. The girl turned around and whispered an awkward greeting. Clearing she didn't want to be noticed. She had bright red hair. He didn't have time to notice more, because she took notice of the blood on him. She gasped and walked over to him slowly, asking if he was okay. He didn't answer because he honestly didn't know.

She bent over closer to him and he remained still. She had a unique prettiness about her. She said he could change in her mother's shop and then she extended her hand. Carter was unsure what to do. He really needed to get off the streets, but he wasn't sure what had happened or if he was... safe to go with her. At a momen'ts decision, he extended his hand as well.

His hand never met hers. Carter ended up lying back on the ground, clutching his stomach. It took hi a moment to realise that the stabbing feeling was because he was injured. Thank god. It must have been his blood and no one elses. But now what? He let out a sharp gasp as he applied pressure to where the blood was coming from.

It felt like a stab wound. How the hell did he get a stab wound? How long have I been out? Carter rolled onto his stomach and tried to force himself up. It took a moment for him to realise he wasn't alone anymore. He glanced over at the girl, trying to decipher the meaning of the look on her face.

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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 2, 2011 5:36:19 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Jan 2, 2011 5:36:19 GMT -5

Fiona Levan
sixteen // single // district three

Fiona has squinted as he reached for her hand, waiting for the warm skin to touch hers, inducing a flash of bad memories. His never touched hers, though, and she heard him gasp in pain. An odd look crossed his face: a sense of relief and pain. Fiona looked at him questioningly, but he didn’t see her and instead rolled over onto his stomach.

“Uhm, maybe I could help? Do you want me to…” her voice trailed off. She stood next to him as he clutched his stomach, not knowing what to do. He looked back at her, surprised that she was still standing there, and she gave an awkward half-smile. Her eyes wondered the trees as she tried to think of something to say, to do. She really did hate talking to people, but she couldn’t just leave a bleeding boy on the ground alone. And now he couldn’t even get up to follow her to the store.

“Oh!” She said a bit too loudly. “I know! Uh, just let me run down to the store myself. And I’ll come back with something to help, okay?” With Fiona’s final look at the boy, she noticed the wound seemed hostile, like a stab. Yes, let me just go get some bandages for that STAB WOUND!

[/color] her mind shouted. She was running to her mother’s store now; jogging her way around the children. When she finally made it to the street, she saw her mom’s shop. She soon realized she had absolutely no idea what she was going to get for the boy. Strange guy in the park with a stab wound, it makes sense to help him. I’ll just run into the store and go to the stabbing aisle and find exactly what I need.[/color]

She opened the door of the shop in a hurry, quickly waving to her mother at the counter. Since the shop wasn’t empty at the time, her mother didn’t have time to ask her why she was in a hurry. Fiona ran to the first aid section and her eyes searched the small shelf. Medication was hard to come by, even in a wealthy district. But she did see a small package of two painkillers. She also grabbed some gauze, bandages, hydro peroxide, a bottle of water, and a small container of Vaseline. Everything she grabbed was rather small since small portions were all anyone could afford.

She hurried by her mom saying “I’ll explain later. Just take this out of our fund or something.” Fiona didn’t know what she was saying. She didn’t even think she made sense. Did they have their own fund? Yes, it was their store, but would Fiona still get in trouble? She ran back to the park carrying everything she grabbed, now realizing that most of the things she grabbed didn’t really make sense either. You can’t clean a stab with hydro peroxide, you idiot. And Vaseline is for dry skin, not open wounds,[/color] she scolded herself.

She found the boy again, who had not changed his position much, but looked a hell of a lot paler. His face was almost ghostly, and his shirt was even more soaked through with blood; it covered almost the entire front of the shirt. She dropped to her knees next to him and threw down the items. She unbuttoned her cardigan and laid it next to him, thinking he could change out of the bloody shirt when he was able to move. “I brought some painkillers and some bandages and some other stuff.” She said proudly. Then she looked down at it all and admitted, “I have no idea what I’m doing. ” This boy literally couldn’t have come across a worse girl to help him.

Fiona leaned over and lifted his shirt, seeing bits of paper white skin and blood covering the rest. She took the bottle of water and poured half of it on his chest, washing off the excess blood. She lifted him up and wrapped the gauze around his torso. This seems right.[/ i] Then she placed a bandage on it for good measure. She passed him the painkillers, blushing; she just realized that was the first time she’s willingly touched a boy.

“I hope that was what you’re supposed to do. It looks cleaner, anyway. Here, you can wear my cardigan, if you want.” Fiona looked down at the boy, realizing she still didn’t know his name. She wanted to introduce herself, but she didn’t, assuming this boy would want to get away from her as quick as possible.
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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 2, 2011 6:07:54 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 2, 2011 6:07:54 GMT -5

Carter Langston
seventeen . single . district 3

Carter thought he heard the girl say something, but she said it too quiet for him to hear her. A moment later she was practically yelling her head off. She said she was going to run to her mom's store. The next moment, she was gone. Fast runner. Carter stopped trying to push himself off the ground and just let himself lay there. He turned partly onto his side and positioned himself in the least painful way possible. How the hell did this happen?

He felt himself getting a bit dizzy. How much time had gone by with him in this position. It didn't look like he had lost too much blood, but in less than 20 minutes his current could prove fatal. How much longer until the blood began to clot? Carter glanced down at it. He just remembered how much the site of blood made him sick.

There was no telling how this happened. Had he gotten in a fight with someone? Did he do this to himself for some reason? Carter was in the middle of his thoughts when the girl came running back through with her hands full. She said she brought painkillers and other stuff. Stuff? That didn't sound reassuring. Well, at least if I die she brought painkillers.

With as much help as he could manage, Carter helped remove his shirt. Why did he suddenly feel so self-concious? He had never been this exposed in front of someone before. He felt cold on his stomach. Carter inhaled deeply. It stung. Not because of the wound, but because the already icy wind was hitting the water now on his unprepared stomach. The girl's hands were warming than he expected. It was a nice change compared to the water.

She sat lifted him a bit, and wrapped gauze around the wound. He helped hold himself up as best he could, but he still felt a little weak. She began to apply something else, and for the first time, he could finally see her eyes. They were a pretty hazel and surrounded by thick eyelashes. It took him a moment to realise she had just but a bandage on top of the gauze. It was hard for him not to laugh. He couldn't help but think that Pystan would have been able to do this in no problem.

The bandage should have gone on first. Carter just assumed he'd have Pystan help him dress it when he was able to walk to her house. The girl seemed unsure if that was how it was done, and he tried again not to laugh. She offered him her cardigan to wear; this time he couldn't refrain from laughing. Carter pushed himself into a sitting position as best he could.

"Thank you. I'd like to politely decline." He tried not to seem rude. Him in a girl's cardigan with nothing else under it was just not a great thought. "It's not my colour anyways." He was finding it easier to talk to this girl than he normally did with anyone. Maybe being friends with Pystan all this time really had helped him come out of his shell. "Thank you. For, um, well... For all of this." He pointed to the bandage and gauze. It would help stop the bleeding at least.

Carter grabbed the water bottle; it still was half full. "May I?" He poured it onto his hands, cleaning off the rest of the dried blood there. "I hope this cost a fortune. If I can pay you back in any way, please let me know." He stared at her a moment and then realised he didn't even know her name. "I'm Carter, by the way." He smiled.

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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 2, 2011 22:48:45 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Jan 2, 2011 22:48:45 GMT -5

Fiona Levan
sixteen // single // district three

"Thank you. I'd like to politely decline. It's not my color anyways," the boy said. Fiona smiled at his small attempt at humor, assuming he was just trying to cover up any rudeness in his decline. Fiona nodded when he thanked her, though she knew she didn’t do much. She looked down at his bandaged wound and it looked terrible. Fiona could tell what she did wrong and now she blushed with embarrassment. The boy poured some water on his hands, washing off the rest of the blood. Being very curious, she wanted to know what happened, but she didn’t feel it was really her place, especially considering the wound itself.

"Fiona," she replied in response to his name. She considered shaking his hand, thinking that was the polite way to introduce one’s self, but she didn’t really want him to touch her. Plus his hands were still wet. He was still smiling and she studied his smile for a moment. Radiate white teeth surrounded by full pink lips, somewhat feminine, but attractive, nonetheless. And unlike most smiles she sees, it’s genuine. It’s sweet. It’s reassuring. Sitting in the awkward silence, she didn’t know what to do next. Well, I can’t just leave him here. I mean, I could. But he seems nice. I don’t just want to leave him here. Should I offer him something else? Would he think I’m weird if I asked him to come over to my house? Hell, he probably already thinks I’m crazy.

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"Is there anything else I can do? I mean, I have food at my house if you want to come over I can cook you something. We have a lot. Meat. And cheese. And milk. " Fiona furrowed her brow in frustration. Maybe she should make an effort to get out more, that way when actually wanted to talk to someone, she knew how to. "Maybe once you get some food in you, you would be strong enough to tell me how to put those bandages on correctly. We have some left over," she said, holding up the excess gauze and bandages. She just now realized she grabbed enough for about three wounded people, not just one. "Because I can tell whatever I did is certainly not right," she said with a defeated smile.
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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 3, 2011 2:32:42 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 3, 2011 2:32:42 GMT -5

Carter Langston
seventeen . single . district 3

"Fiona," he repeated. "That's a pretty name." He smiled at her again as she continued talking. Carter listened to her ramble on about the types of food in her house. She paused for a moment and looked a bit frustrated. Without taking a breath, she continued and Carter smiled some more. Fiona was fun to listen to. She had an interesting personality.

A pretty girl offering to cook me dinner? Can't say no to that? Carter didn't want to ask her for anything else, but food might be a good idea to get his energy back. He nodded as she still continued talking about food. She quickly held up the bandages and admitted she did something wrong. Carter laughed and glanced down at the wound. He could see a bit of red soaking the gauze, as it wasn't clotting yet. "It's really not that bad..." He started, but he ending up not being able to finish because he laughed a little.

The laugh turned into more sharp pain and he doubled over. "Let's go." He whispered and he held onto the nearest tree for support as he pushed himself up. "You can lead the way, because I don't know where I'm going." Carter managed to get to a standing position and he heading after Fiona, walking slowly. He was half bending and holding his stomach as he walked. Little stabs of pain shot through him as he walked, but he just bit his lip and continued.

Her house was closer than he thought, but by the time it took them to reach it, he was completely worn out. The banadages and gauze weren't helping because he had somewhat reopened the wound and now they were filling with blood again. he hoped to just get inside soon.

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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 3, 2011 3:05:53 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Jan 3, 2011 3:05:53 GMT -5

Fiona Levan
sixteen // single // district three

Fiona watched as Carter pushed himself up off of the ground, knowing she should be helping him. "You can lead the way, because I don't know where I'm going." Carter smirked. She kneeled down to grab all of the extra supplies. Fiona gave a small smile and chewed on her lip as she turned to lead the way. She walked at her normal quick pace, completely forgetting about her wounded companion. She was just focused on keeping her mouth shut. She was very shy normally, but when she had to talk, she talked way too much. And she was very aware of this, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was like word vomit.

She turned around and realized that Carter was about ten steps behind him, she looked at him and blushed, embarrassed again. With such pale skin and orange hair, she knew her embarrassment was easy to see, thus embarrassing her even more. She smiled shyly, "Oops, sorry." Fiona looked at her feet as they walked, concentrating on staying next to the slow moving figure next to him. She could tell he was getting worse. She could have easily offered her shoulder and helped carry his weight to the door, but she decided against it. Instead she listened to his soft groans of pain. "We’re almost there," she said reassuringly.

When Fiona got to her front door, Carter looked paper white again and blood was soaking through his bandages. She fiddled with the door nervously, finally opening it after a few seconds. She pointed him the direction of the couch where he could lay, set down the things on the counter, and headed for the refrigerator. What food helps someone recover from a stab wound? Cheese? No. Half of a meatloaf? Probably not. Soup? No, that’s for colds. Ugh, why couldn’t they teach me this stuff at the store?!

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Fiona grabbed the meatloaf and put it on the stove, thinking that a warm meal was better than nothing. There wasn’t much there though. It would hold him over until she could cook him something else, at least. She walked over to Carter, who looked worse than before she bandaged him. She took off the bandage and started to unravel the gauze. Before she got to the actual wound she said, "Uhm, do you think you’re strong enough to talk me through this? Maybe I should give you the food first…" Fiona said.
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Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

(Fix You// Coldplay)

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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 3, 2011 3:38:38 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 3, 2011 3:38:38 GMT -5

Carter Langston
seventeen . single . district 3

The moment Fiona got the door open, she pointed towardsthe living room and went her own way. Carter made his way into the room. The house seemed empty except for them. It was larger than he would have imagined. Bigger than his house, but smaller than Pystan's mansion. Carter made his way over to the couch and took a seat. His bare back rubbed against the softness of the fabric. I wonder if Fiona grabbed my shirt with everything or just left it there. He snickered at the thought.

Carter could hear movement from the other room, and he assuumed that Fiona was cooking. Apparently not. Fiona walked into the room and headed over to him. She down next to him and started to work on getting the bandage off. He jumped slightly at her unexpected contact with his skin, and then he hissed when the bandage was removed. You could have given me some warning.

He sat up a bit so she could unravel the rest of the gauze. The wound was still bleeding. Before she removed the last piece of the gauze she asked him a question. He nodded. "I've seen my best friend patch up a wound similar to it." Carter was referring to Pystan and he years of training for the games of course. His fist clentched as he thought abou their last fight. "I'll need some kind of cloth or something that can get blood on it. Water. And the gauze and bandages. Or rather, you'll need, because I'm going to need your help."

It only took her a bit to gather the items since she had already had most of them from before. "We're going to have to clean it again, and apply pressure. We might have to wait a bit after that because it needs to clot a bit."

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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 3, 2011 21:52:29 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Jan 3, 2011 21:52:29 GMT -5

Fiona Levan
sixteen // single // district three

Fiona listened to Carter’s instructions and slowly took the rest of the gauze out. She opened up the new water bottle and poured some into the hand towel. Luckily, the water was warm and she hoped it didn’t disturb Carter too much. She gently wiped around the wound and then put the cloth directly on the wound, applying pressure. Conversation topics… Conversation topics… Hurry up, they silence is getting longer,

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Fiona opened her mouth to ask a question, but the burning smell stopped her. She sniffed the air. What the-[/color]”Shit!” Fiona stood up quickly, but remembered the cloth before she ran to the kitchen. “Eh. Here, can you hold…I’ll be right back.” As Carter took the towel from her hands and kept it in place, Fiona ran to the kitchen. The meat loaf was now burnt to a crisp. She put it on a small plate, hoping to salvage some of it. She brought it over to Carter and kneeled back down next to him. “I heated you up something to eat. But, it burned a little,” Fiona chuckled and put the plate down. It was useless. She took the cloth from his hand and applied the pressure as he laid back to relax again. “I’ll just make something for you as soon as we’re done here.”

Silence fell on them again; it wasn’t as awkward as it should have been. Something about this boy made the silence comfortable. Nonetheless, Fiona felt the need to fill it while she waited for the blood to clot. “So, Carter, tell me about yourself while we’re stuck here. What, uhm, what do you like to do? Sports? Paint? Sing?” Fiona stopped herself before the rambling became ridiculous. Usually it wasn’t this bad; she was just trying to stay away from the obvious question: Why the hell did someone stab you?
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Death Threat [Marisa, Tori] Jan 18, 2011 15:29:41 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 18, 2011 15:29:41 GMT -5

Carter Langston
seventeen . single . district 3

Fiona was following Carter’s instructions pretty well. He sat up enough so that she could unwrap the gauze. He flinched a little as the water was applied and resorted to biting his lip while she applied pressure. Something about her face made him smile. She looked deep in concentration. After a moment she lifted her head and then yelled shit. Carter laughed and then recoiled, pressing his hand over the wound as she rushed into the kitchen. Now he could smell it. Whatever she had been cooking was now burned.

She came into the room with a black rock on a plate. Carter resisted laughing as he knew it would only cause him further pain. Fiona said she made him something to eat. “Well, is it edible?” He smiled at her and she quickly said she’d make something else as soon as they were done bandaging him. Silence. But it was comfortable, unlike all the times with Pystan. Carter wondered why he was still bringing her up in his mind. The fight they last had was supposed to ruin their relationship.

Fiona asked him what his hobbies were. She started to name a couple but then quickly silenced herself. He chuckled and tried to think of what to answer. Turning into my alter ego and then hurting people? Somehow that didn’t seem the way to go. “Um, well I adore animals. I always make it a point to help them. I can’t say I really have any hobbies. I don’t, really. I started baking a few months ago, that hasn’t turned out very well. But, I don’t do much of anything. Mostly I take care of my little sister.”

He smiled. “Why, what do you do? I’m going to go ahead and guess that cooking and medicine aren’t really your forte.” Carter grinned again and waited for her answer.

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