Beating Faster [Open]

Dal saw the boy smile and wave at her, though she couldn't quite make out what she was saying. She was focused on getting rid of the buzz in her head. Hammering all day didn't help when you suffered from migranes.

She was going to send him off, say the usual stuff. But she thought better of it. She looked back at the shed and located her hammer. No, she didn't want to hurt him. She would, though, if he tried to steal it. The hammer had cost her family half a leg and she didn't want anyone to take it away.

Stepping back so that the hammer would be in her peripheral vision and he was still clearly in sight. She said loudly, "Who are you?" It was no surprise that she hadn't seen him before, after all, she spent half her life finding a way to...

To escape...

Dal regarded Yuki and deemed him honest enough. She bit the inside of her cheek, a habit that she didn't seem to break.

"We have a shop in the plaza. Sell everything there. I help my mother run it. It must be closed by now. Anyways, what are you doing here? If you get caught--"

Dal closed her mouth. She didn't know anything, didn't know why he was here, why he wasn't in his district. She theorized, of course. Maybe she could sell him just a bit of wood and maybe that old hammer no one pays attention to. A bag of nails, maybe? She sighed. She knew what she was going to do.

"Tell you what. I can give you a few pieces of wood, an old hammer, and a bag of nails in exchange for...information. Why are you here and not in your district?

Dal shook her head. She won't take money for an old hammer and pieces of wood. She wanted a way out. She was fourteen, in prime age for Hunger Games. If she could get out some way or another, she would. He had run away from his district, that much was obvious. If he knew how to do it, if he could do it, so could she. All she wanted...no, needed was the information he could give.

"Theres a small space, five minute's walk from here. I go there sometimes, in extreme occassions of just...escapism. Anyways, we could go there, where it's safe."

She didn't mention it was beyond the fence, just in case there were people lurking around that could hear her, even though that seemed highly unlikely.

"My name's Daleana, by the way. You can follow me," she said. She turned around before he could reply and closed the shed doors, locking them with a key she kept hidden on the inside of her shirt.

When she turned around, she stood there, waiting for his decision.