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ooc- Is your charry violent? Id luff to get my Career in a fight, but if hes not, I'm still posting

Cady ran through the park. Her father had claimed he had four Careers armed with a few baseball bats chasing her in five minutes. Most people, even Careers like Arcadia would snort and roll their eyes. What kind of grand-father would subject their grand-daughter to being chased by menacing Careers? Arcadia's would! Cady London came from one of the first winning families of District Two, and there was no such thing as, 'cant,' or, 'wont,' as long as a child was training in her family. Cady had even had an okay childhood as far as her families childhoods went. Her mother, Nara, had protected her till the day she killed herself. Cady had then been surrendered to complete training.

Even as she ran, Arcadia knew she had t o be careful. Night was the only time she was allowed to be in town, as Father had told everybody they were both suffering from a mysterious illness, and intended to say so until the day Arcadia London volunteered to be her very own Districts newest winning Tribute. It was a stupid, lame excuse and most people knew it wasn't true, but people tended to stay away from them, preferring to be safe than sorry in case the whole family did indeed have a mysterious ailment.

And we're the District of doctors... the Career found it rather hilarious nobody cared to find out what the sickness was. Even the stupid doctors of District Two, who did not know of her families reputation for training, had stayed away. It was like everybody here was either very used to having children trained for their deaths, or were too stupid and clueless, and even cowardly to check them out. Arcadia really didn't care, but she found after one of her Fathers long rants about how stupid Cadys dad had been, and how his death was so predictable, anything would sound interesting. You'd think a patient Career like Cady would be used to her Fathers laments, but every time they just grew even more unbearable.

She ran through the park but stopped when she saw somebody sitting on a bench. Was this one of her Fathers Career Minions sicked on his very own Career Minion of a grand-daughter?

Arcadia watched the guy. He was sitting down, and all the emotions on his face seemed real enough, so Cady was comfortable with the small assumption that the stranger wasn't that big of a threat right now. She smiled to herself, then refocused her eyes on the guy. "Hi," she breathed, playing up her shortness of breath in order to seem weaker and not as fit. The way Cady said that one word, it was like she was talking to an old friend or something she had casually bumped into. Of course, that would never happen because Arcadia London had never had any friends, nor would she ever, and it was late at night in an empty park. Not really the place people casually bumped into each other at.

She glanced behind her, then let her blue eyes search the night for a sign of any other people. Cady was tempted to ask the guy if he had seen anybody else around here recently, but knew that was a stupid, dangerous thing to ask of a stranger. The Career smiled at him gently. Her thoughts were all flying through her head at super-speed. Cady knew she couldn't stick around here much longer, unless she wanted a matching scar for the cut down her cheek she had received a few years ago. The teen kept smiling--she was hoping her Career tricks would work on the guy, and he might even help her, but that was a lot to ask for. Especially of some strange guy who sat around alone at night in a park.

An odd feeling in her throat. Cady London nearly groaned out loud. The last thing she had has to drink had been around twelve hours, or a heck of a lot of training, ago. She sighed and looked around for a source of water. The Career Hunt could last all night, and Arcadia knew there was no silver box with a bottle of water, come to save her from dehydration like there would be in the Games. The sudden memory of one of the Hunger Games a few years ago, where there was only one source of water that the Tributes fought over came to Arcadia's mind. That had been one of the shortest Games she had ever witnessed. It had only lasted a few days, and Cady shuddered mentally to think the Games this year would be that bad. It wasn't like the Tribute to-be couldn't handle that, but she wasn't the strongest gal in the world, and having to fight for one of the three things she would need during the Games, would take its toll on her. Even all the tricks in the world couldn't save a person from a few good stabs or hits or whatever.

When a Career asked her this, Arcadia usually relaxed and let them figure out who and what she was. When one of the few people who didn't seem like they had ever trained for the Hunger Games in their whole life asked, she refused to let them find out she was a Career. Those rare people were just so darn fun! They never assumed she was a natural killer, or that she was at least very dangerous. All of that would have to change once she got to the Capitol. When Arcadia London got the the Capitol she would have to act weaker, nicer, upset... and she couldn't let any kind-hearted people get under her skin. It was a matter of survival. Arcadia didn't ever bond with people, but when she was in the Capitol a younger Tribute might try to make an alliance with her. Two weaklings in it together, making things harder for her Career Kin. It always happened, and Cady was a fan of them every year, but she didn't want to be one of them, as they rarely won. The weak saps slowly but surely depended o each other more and more until the day one of them dies and the other feels like her other half has been ripped away. Thats when they're easy prey, and thats when if they don't get strong soon and fight for their life, they die. Simple as that. Getting stronger was something possible, and it appealed to Arcadia but there was too much a risk in that plan, as you could never depend on anybody really, but yourself.

Arcadia sighed, the lies came so easily to her these days. She could have answered Joshua's question a moment or two ago, but found taking time to answer his question gave her time to come up with a way to bend him to her will. "Well," she started in a voice that was both reluctant and jumpy. She had already decided her cover was a jumpy, flirty, foolish little girl. "Every now and then I meet people while I'm out at night, and sometimes they're nice like you, sometimes bums or thieves, and then there are Careers," she said the word Career a tad slower and her tone had dropped. "Nice people and bums aren't too bad, but the last two are always out lurking at night. I don't know if you've figured this out, but I'm pretty skinny, not that strong but okay fast," she explained finally using a bit of truth. Cady was skinny, and on the Career scale she was fast, and not as strong as some other Careers, "So I always like to keep on the look-out, I'm a bit jumpy," she laughed before saying the last part. It was so obviously true.