Passing it on (peanutpie,grikey,open)

(OOC: Here, since I'm curious. It says open so I decided to drop in a post for good measure, but if y'all don't want me just feel free to say so. (And yes, Flight is a girl.) )

My jaw split in a cracking yawn to reveal pointed canines as I strolled leisurely along the cobbled path of our very own District Nine. I tried to rub sleep out of my eyes to no avail; it was just too damn early for getting up. Honestly, who in their right minds would get up before ten thirty? I might not be all right in the head, but that doesn't mean I don't atleast have some reason.

The bandages that wrapped around my throat and hand gleamed bright in the morning sunlight, stretching slightly with each step I took. They were stifling, but I'm not allowed to take them off yet; the ones wrapped around my middle tight and out of sight. I was sent to get provisions. Somebody with my 'unique talents', as they had so aptly put it, could cut the costs.

Basically, they wanted me to steal.

Fine with me. I hadn't had any fun in a long time, what with being shot at and all. Kind of ruins any activity you had planned. A newspaper catches my eye and I smirk, reading the bold headline labeled Massacre at District Nine Still In Mystery. Figures. The Peacekeepers don't give a shit. At this rate, they'll never catch us.

As I walk through town, I hear whisperings that ripple in my passing. I've grown to ignore the words about my appearance; living with bright yellow eyes dulls the hate after a while. People call me a demon? Sure. It only makes it more fun to watch their reactions as I do something horrible. Like drink blood. Or kill. That's always a fun one. No wonder people think I'm a monster.
(They say I'm schizophrenic. And for once, I'm inclined to agree. It's even been medically proven.)

As luck would have it, something different catches my eye. Two girls, standing in wait for something. Don't care what, but in the pocket of one; dark brown hair and shimmering hazel eyes. Something's... off, about her. I can't place my finger on it. Maybe the way she stands, or talks to the other girl. Doesn't matter, because whatever she holds is clearly a valuable. Wallet, judging by the shape. With the mischievous part in me rearing its head, I stroll over and dip my hand discreetly into her pants.

That sounded alot less dirty in my head, I swear. She's a bit too young for me.

Regardless, I come up with, indeed, a wallet. Success! But I want to make this interesting. While wandering away, I direct a smirk that's hidden from their view to the bright blue sky and simply hold up the stolen property, waving it around teasingly, feeling my abdominal muscles bunching anxiously at the prospect of a sprint.

This is gonna be a great day.

(OOC: Fine by me. And yup, she's a girl. A deviant one, is this rebel.)

I practically choke laughing at the other girl's yelling floating to my ears. I'm not even walking that fast, honestly. They could just come up and take it from me. Instead, I make an exaggerated show of slipping the wallet into the black thigh-length shorts I'm wearing, feeling both swords criss-crossed on my back ripple slightly with the movement.

Stopping and looking back, I simply raise an eyebrow at them both and tilt my hips, my bandaged hand coming to rest lightly on my waist. It screamed: Whatcha gonna do?

Then the crowd swallowed me up, and I disappeared from sight.

Rain

I couldn't believe it. The girl had stolen my wallet right from my pocket!! Oh, great. My mom was going to kill me. There was so much money in there. There was no way I was going to let that girl get off loose just like that. Suddenly, a crowd of people made her disappear from sight. If only...if only my disease could start acting up. No, that would be vicious. Those mood swings and moments of absolute strength could make me angry enough to kill. It never turned out pretty. I definitely wasn't planning on injuring anyone. But of course, my disease always seemed to act against my will, and I felt my face steaming hot. Oh great, the disease was definitely acting up...and I couldn't control it.

I left Storm standing there and pushed my way through the crowd, searching for the girl. Suddenly, I saw her through the crowd, her back towards me. I came up behind her and gave her a huge strong push straight towards the ground. She was definitely at least 6 years older than me and she was a bunch taller and stronger than me, but when the disease acted up, my strength was boosted...a lot. The problem was controlling it. After I pushed the girl down, she rolled back over onto her back and I pushed my foot onto her stomach so that she wouldn't get up. "Come on," I told myself inside my head. "Stop it. Quit it." But of course, the disease decided to make it a little more exciting. I kicked the girl a few times, and when it looked like she was about to get up, I sat down on her right down where my foot had been holding her down, pinning her to the ground.

"Give. Me. My. Wallet," I hissed angrily, my teeth clenched, ready to punch her she was going to fight back. That's when I realized how many people were crowding around the scene. It was probably odd to see a 13-year old girl tackling a girl who seemed to be about 20, to the ground. "Snap out of it," I tried telling myself, but the disease's reactions wore on. Peacekeepers could be coming anytime soon...and then me, Forrest, and Storm's whole plan would be ruined. I can't let that happen. I need the disease to stop right now. But it wouldn't. I waited for the girl to react to the scene. I really hoped she wouldn't fight back, otherwise the disease would probably act up even worse. I just hoped she'd give the wallet back.

((@disaster in Progress: By the way, I read Flight's bio, and I read that "when her inner beast is let out, sometimes people die" and I was wondering, I sort of wanted my character to somehow die anyways at the end of the thread, so do you think maybe Flight could somehow come around to killing Rain. Not now, but like...at the end of the thread somehow. If it's okay with you...))

(OOC: Um, no, Flight didn't attack Rain. If you don't mind, leave me to RPing my own character? Powerplaying isn't nice.)

I stood my ground and glared at the three, everything fading into black except the imminent threats around me. Anger ran hot through my veins as I met the eyes of the new arrival, her look spelling out what I knew she thought.

Freak.

Blood dripped hot and sticky down my torso and leg, the metallic tang invading my nose and making my gums throb. The monster screamed deep within me, tugging on its chains and begging me to teach the girl a lesson. To calm myself I draw both my swords and swing them in front of me in a lazy but complicated pattern, cutting effortlessly through the air with a satisfying singing noise.

I sneered at the girl who tackled me, knowing by the look on her face how to provoke a reaction. "Come on, little girl." I murmured, never once stopping the intricate weaving in front of me. "Show me what you've got."

((@grikey: yeah, they should then deliver it or something if Rain dies before they can get the it there.))

Rain

I tried taking slow deep breaths, but it didn't help. I tried to walk away, but my feet were planted there on the ground, the disease's effects taking over. Storm was standing there with my wallet, offering it to me, but my hands just wouldn't reach for it. I couldn't take it. My brain suddenly didn't care about the wallet, it just cared about fighting this girl and about getting back at her. But I didn't want to hurt this girl, and I definitely didn't want to get hurt either. Suddenly, she pulled out two swords and said, "Come on, little girl. Show me what you've got." Unless my disease stopped acting up, I knew I was already dead. I stood there in fright for a second, looking at the swords. I didn't have a weapon...at all.

But my disease urged me on. So the next second, I felt myself charging towards her, full speed. But instead of having a sword go straight through my stomach, I ducked as low as I could go and went right under the girl's legs. Then, I came up behind her and threw myself onto her back. Now I was right there, right next to her neck. I had the access to choking her. I wrapped my hands around her throat, and my grip tightened. "Stop it!" I screamed inside my head. "Stop!" But no, the disease wore on even more, and my grip became even tighter. A tear fell down my cheeks as I tried to get myself to stop. But I knew the girl would push me off her back soon anyways.