District 11 Rebellion Branch

Phaenoh Roden-

As I walked over to the Storage Facility swiftly and quietly. I had heard whispers of a rebellion meeting occuring here, and I had decided to come after debating with myself. I wanted to get the Capitol back for what they did to my father, whom I had never had a chance to meet. My eyes wandered searched the surrounding area catiously, looking for Peacemakers. I found myself at the door, and I slowly pushed it open. I walked into the Grain Storage Facility and looked round. There was a stage fashioned out of crates, which was surrounded by chairs. A man was stood on the stage. I walked over to one and took a seat, waiting for more people to come.

I crouch behind several boxes and sacks of grain, I've been waiting my whole life for this meeting. I've already seen two people enter the storage facility, but I decide to wait a bit longer just in case someone blabbed this to the Peacekeepers. I mischeiviously smile as I think of all of the apparent unease I cause the local Peacemakers, I'm too forcefull and independant, and I haven't given them any cause to punish me; that's what makes them so uneasy.
My legs start to tingle, and I decide that if I stay here any longer they're going to fall off. So I stand, and exit my hiding place.
Casuality is my best disguise I tell myself. If someone sees me sneaking, it will arouse suspision. Of course, if someone sees me, I'm in trouble. So I take a good look around, and stride confidently towards the storage house.
When I reach the doors, I feel myself relax a bit. Quickly I push them open, and closed again, as I enter.
It's dark, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. Yes. There they are. the two that entered. I hope that they know what they are doing, and this is worth my time and the risk of my life.
I stride forward.
They both turn to see me. I can barely make out their expressions. Is that relief? It must be. Man. I sure hope more people attend this thing. It would certainly stink if this uprising was made up of all of three people. I tersly nod to the both of them, and relize, I am the only girl. No matter, I could probably beat either of these guys in wrestling.

"Hey." The boy sitting closest to me addresses me shyly as I stride in. "Ready to start a rebellion?"
I chuckle at his question. "Ready as I'll ever be." I reply, "I've been ready my entire life!" I smile at the young man, and hold my hand out to shake his. "My name is Forsythia." I smile mischievously.

What a weirdo....A mask and all white clothing and he mutters to himself. Is this kid sane?
"Hey." I called out "You okay?" No reply.
"Hellooo?" I call out again. No reply. Whatever. Let him sit there and talk to himself. We still need a few more people. I nod to a boy named Forsythia.

L stared out into space. Ignoring everything. He started to think... Hm.... This is an impossible mission. If we were to attack directly, then we would die. I suppose we would need more people. But even then, they have guns... while what... four people who look like they trust each other. And then there's me. A masked boy who won't let anybody see his face. If I were to show my face. Then they would think they can trust me. But if I do and they are a Peacekeeper in disguise, then I'd be in big trouble. Maybe keeping the mask on is a good idea.

Jace walks in and sees a few other people there. Not knowing anybody, he goes a few feet away from everyone else and secludes himself. "I wonder how many more people will show up, this can't possibly be it...," Jace says to himself. He starts counting everyone and comes up with 4-5... he has never been good at math..