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Drusilla Bellatrix Charlesburg was not known for being fazed easily. She heard a gruff, male voice whisper to her and frowned slightly, nothing to worry about. If one had their wits about them, they could evade an uncomfortable situation that resulted in ones death or even maiming. The tip of a blade pressed against her back, the joking tone. Fringe. Dru was able to put two and two together and get fish, she knew who was behind her even though the voice was not one she was accustomed to hearing very often. Issaiah? Isaac? The name did not matter--this was an allie, not an enemy. Dru was not dead although slightly uncomfortable with the persons proximity to her, but still she was alive.!...!!!

Yay.

She took one graceful, breezy step forward, then another just for good measure before whipping around to face him. "Its daylight in a public place, Ive got a knife and you're not a Marauder. Am I still dead?" she asked. Dru was testing the waters of acting like a normal teenage girl, maybe abnormally frigid and wise, but Dru had actually just made an effort to sound joking. Her voice rarely showed any inflictions, one of her teachers had even asked Dru if English was her native language as she seemed to have a bizarre accent. As if. Dru had been raised flipping through dictionaries, reciting long poems filled with sensational words that people these days just didn't appreciate. Politicians needed to be filled with interesting words that put together would turn into complex statements that amazed and confused the general public.

It was with great ease that Dru pulled out her winning little smile and took another step toward her fellow gang-member. She folded her arms behind her back and slowly circled around him like some kind of lawyer shark. Hadn't somebody once told Drusilla that her eyes reminded them of the frigid ocean beyond District Thirteen? It had been a visiting tourist from the Capitol, one who had seen the ocean and lived to tell about it. "And what are you doing out here?" she asked making small-talk. There was a creepy edge to her tone, and Dru mentally cursed herself for sounding so odd. Her conversations skills were rusty after about two years of being the silent, smart, sharp girl. The last time she had been flirty, flighty,, fun, fiery Dru had been when she was thirteen. A life-time ago!

Dru smiled wryly. Her head fell to one side as she stared at Isaac. Without making the conscious decision, Drusilla found herself circling like some street-trash preparing to jump some innocent person, or maybe a shark. Dru was leaning toward her looking more like a shark, her eyes were as dead as that of the eyes of sharks in all the pictures she had seen, plus that one time she had visited the Capitol Shark Ho--Ive never lived in the Capitol. Ive got to get a grip on this.

It had been only the past two years that Dru had started to slowly go insane. She had always had a dead-pan voice, sadistic streak, and tendency to smile in the creepiest way imaginable, but two years ago she truly started to go crazy. Strange, unreal memories of herself living in the Capitol as a little girl, started to cloud up her mind and replace her other District One memories. Things had gone wild, Dru had joined a gang, she had left the gang, the had joined Fringe. She had started to get tougher, and life had changed. One might say it was simply because she was a dreamer, but Dru knew she wasn't a dreamer, she was a fighter. One might say it was because she had become a teenager, and strange things were going on beneath her surface, but Drusilla Bellatrix Charlesburg was ageless. That was not the true answer. All that was left was that she was crazy.

"Do you expect me to entertain you?" Dru asked, her voice carrying hints of snarky-ness. She had managed to circle almost completely around Isaac before Dru had remembered that saying something was a necessary part of having conversations. She stopped walking, placed her slender, long arms on her hips and looked him up and down. "Because honestly, I'm not much fun, you might want to go and try to catch up with that Peacekeeper again." The way Dru spoke her last statement, it was almost clear that she disapproved of what Isaac was doing. Angering the Peacekeepers would only ever make it so that more and more were sent to her beloved District. Dru preferred the spot-light to be kept off of her home-District, as being the mayor would be so much more fun if she could do as she pleased with no thought or care as to what the Capitol thought. If they were watching her every move, things wouldn't go so well.

Dru huffed, glaring at Isaac. She had really, really, really wanted some alone time. A moment or so later, she held up one slender index finger. Just wait. Tapping her foot Dru ran through a list of after-school activities she usually was found doing. Homework. Phone. TV. Walks. They would all seem boring to somebody who almost just killed a Peacekeeper. If Dru was strong enough to do something like that (not to mention suicidal) she knew she'd never, ever again be found chit-chatting with puny Careers and acting like life was great.

"Well, I suppose we could have some fun together," Dru murmured just loud enough for him to hear. She turned to the huge flat-screen TV that three, yes this time she had bothered to count how many witnesses there were, people were watching. "Isaac, I never liked all that blood in the Hunger Games, how about you and me smash that television up?" she asked.

If she got caught, Drusilla would be in a lot of trouble. Sure, her parents knew she was in a gang, and they fully supported that choice as the both of them had met during a huge gang-war, but they still cared about her, 'safety' (aka Dru's mommy wasn't sure she was a good enough actress to make real-tears at her funeral.) Some of the Charlesburgs friends could guess that Dru Charlesburg was in a gang, but so far, none of them had evidence that truly supported the assumption. The whole of District One could be guessing the truth, but as long as nobody got proof that it was true, nobody would spread the juicy gossip on the, 'attention-craving rich girl who just wanted a family, so she turned to the gang world.'

Politics in a District filled with scum-bag liars were complicated, and for some hard to follow. One day Dru would be the Leader of all those snarky, sneaky people and she would rock their world after Dru changed things around town. She'd take the whole system and turn it around. Things would be different, once again District One would breed winning Careers that were not lazy about their jobs, rich people would have to work to gain influence, and clever gang-leaders would be killed. They were a god-awful problem around here--Dru was willing to admit that.

"Are you afraid we''ll get caught?" Her voice had a sing-song quality to it. Dru winked at Isaac before pulling her jackets hood up, covering most of her face, and bending down to pick up a good--sized rock.

Dru smirked, raised her eye-brow as he handed her the gun. She had never been particularly good with one of these things, having only borrowed her fathers little one that packed as much punch as a BB gun, and firing it off at a small target on a large tree in her backyard. She hadn't used one for a few years, and grimaced to think of her bad aim. But what else could I hit? The people are too low for me to shoot any of them. The buildings behind the TV are stone.

She mentally stuck her nose up as he told her about how much he had to worry about if they were caught. It was like he had heard all of her thoughts, and was so competitive, he wanted to make sure she realized how much more was at stake than her puny, pathetic political career. It didn't work. Dru still was too self-absorbed to see that Isaac truly had a lot more to worry about if he had killed people. She didn't care about her fellow gang-members problems.

"You kill a lot? Like a Marauder?" Dru questioned innocently, playfully. She would have slapped anybody if they called her a filthy Marauder--it would be fun good for her psychology studying to watch his reaction. Of course, if he gets all smug and happy about it I may have to just take my chances, and aim the gun at him, and hope I hit him somewhere deadly. Marauders were disgusting, terrible, weed-smoking, pot-heads and Drusilla Charlesburg could not imagine loathing them anymore than she already did. Dru didn't have much in common with her parents, but a hatred of trashy people was shared by both her parents, and herself. Marauders were trashy.

Dru winked at Isaac before slowly aiming at the television. "By the way, you can go first." Her chilling, and beautiful blue eyes stayed on the large flat-screen, never did she glance in Isaac's direction. Secretly, the teen was hoping Isaac would hit the television, it would shatter, and eventually fall to the ground. If the television was on the ground, then it would be no fun to shoot at it, and Isaac wouldn't be able to witness how poorly Dru aimed her weapon. That would be most convenient for her.