First-Timer(Open)

ooc- this is your first experience in the RP world, or just here?

Dittany heard somebody cursing and being the sweet-heart she was, ran that way. She had heard of awful instants where people had been screaming for help as a coyote attacked them, but nobody ever came and the person was found later that day dead as a doornail. She had no idea how anybody could live after knowing they could have helped the coyote-victim, but Dittany for one, knew she'd sink into a depression if she did not answer the cry for help. Maybe it wasn't exactly a clear signal, but anybody who was out in the woods had to be careful how loud they cursed, or it might attract kind, foolish people like the sixteen year old girl.

She slowed to a jog as Dittany saw a bush rustling up ahead of her. She stopped a few feet in front of her, glancing around for a sign of the person. You'd think a gal who spent more time in the treetops, than on the ground would think to look up. No, no, no it was like her senses were working double-time just to make her stupider and clumsy. Dittany was betting if a feral, wild dog jumped out of the bushes right now, her body would just stop working and Dittany would be one of those coyote-victims herself. Yeah, that sounded pretty likely.

Her grey eyes were clearly troubled as Dittany took a hesitant step toward the bush, a sense of fear growing by the second. Crack. The sound of something came down to Dittany and she looked up to see a girl with a sling-shot. Her shoulders sagged and the fear turned into disgust. Clearly whatever the gal had hit, was not dead. Dittany groaned internally as she glared at the person, her eyes clearly displaying the message she was about to give. "You really need to take care of that." She was out of breath. It shocked the teen to think she was no unfit that a simple run over here had reduced her to pant-like, sharp breaths. Gosh, I need to work out... more.

Her gaze turned back to the bush. It was not moving as much, almost as though the anima--oh god... Empathetic feelings for the poor creature filled her heart. It was disgusting, just horrendous. Dittany turned away quickly, feeling as though she was about to be sick.

ooc- epci fail. Sorry much

Dittany watched Risa. It didn't seem like the other girl had understood what she meant. She blinked her eyes, once, twice, three times before speaking in a slightly tired, stretched out voice. "I know. District Eleven. Starvation. Need of food--just," she suddenly looked far to much like her Literature teacher, or at least Dittany imagined she did. "Just make sure its death is quick, or don't bother coming out. We're not the Capitol, no need to torture and prolong the death of our victims," she smiled shyly. Dittany had pretty much forgotten that Risa had asked for her name. Her brain was busy searching through memories for a Maaka family. The name was unusual, reminding the teen of a dark-skinned boy named Chaska, whom she had once met in the woods near her home. He to had had an interesting name. Who in their right name would think Chaska Geylikman (a real last name. terrible) was an acceptable name?

Her focus once more turned to Risa, and Dittany took the girl in. Pretty thing. A hunter, but obviously not so skilled. Thinking of these small assumptions, Dittany couldn't help but think of what Risa thought of her. Probably imagined Dittany was a weak, shriveled-up little thing--somebody out for a walk, unsuspecting to the dangers of illegal hunters. Pu-lease. Dittany Briar might be a tad weak, but she knew what troubles lie in wait when walking alone. So many stories had been passed on to her about young women who took walks, and came back much, much different. She shook her head, finally clearing all the bad, gossip-y thoughts and ended up going over Risa's words. My name... "Dittany." she said quickly, cutting off anything Risa had to say for herself. How very rude of her to have not already introduced herself!