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Takka Soohou
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Material "Run" (cinder) Jul 26, 2009 19:43:33 GMT -5

Post by Takka Soohou on Jul 26, 2009 19:43:33 GMT -5

It had been a relatively cool day in District Eight, as it was usually in the lower districts; while Takka had heard rumors of sufferers of sunstroke in the nothern regions it always seemed to be raining in Takka's hometown. With each hobbled step Takka reminded himself of the metals of District 3, the metal he so desperately needed to upgrade the splint wrapped around his right leg, deeply disguised behind the sheep-wool leggings he had made did not entirely dampen the soft clang of grinding metal with each passing step.

Clomp. Pause. Clomp.
Takka felt resigned, and embarrassed to be in this public view, in this cool May weather. He'd rather be inside, calmly weaving patterns on clothes, clothes that would keep children of the poorer districts warm. Takka did not know wear the bounty of his work was distributed, but liked to think that it would contribute to the poor rather than the aloof Capitol.

It was his own fault, Takka had overestimated the intelligence of the sheep; or underestimated it from a different point of view; he had nonchalantly wavered his attention to get something to eat and returned to find that his needle and string had been swallowed by Lanky. Lanky was a relatively young sheep, stupid and foolish really, she had never truly understood why Takka had beat her with a wooden stick so many times and never took a lesson from it. If Takka hadn't needed the money she produced from her wool, he would've killed her for the haggis and be done with it, thus he went to town to replace the materials.

Then, it started to rain.

Last Edit: Jul 26, 2009 20:41:32 GMT -5 by Takka Soohou

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Material "Run" (cinder) Jul 26, 2009 23:41:40 GMT -5

Post by cinder on Jul 26, 2009 23:41:40 GMT -5

Illiana had red-rimmed eyes, but with her expert, putting-on-of-make-up, the black liner did a pretty good job of covering it up. Seeing as how Illiana didn't go to school, and wasn't allowed to socialize, she had taken a great liking of only a few people, and one of them was her. Vanity was something that had come after boredom for the teen. She swept her baby-blonde hair out of her face, shuddering to think of what a mess the usually put together girl looked like.

Today was a big day. Today Illiana Annwn, formerly of the Cain household was running away, off to find out the truth behind her odd connection with the newest District Two female Tribute, Arcadia London. It wasn't just that the girls looked like family, it was the way she had just felt this tug in her heart, las though somehow she knew the other girl. After the discovery the two could indeed be related, as she certainly wasn't a blood-relative the the Cains, heart-broken Lana had decided to leave. She had places to go, first off to the ruins of District Thirteen to check out the rebel scene, and find out about the District Two tribute, if she could. Next on her list was finding the mysterious other girls family--something she was both excited about, and dreading, as it was clear Cady London was a Career.

Illiana hadn't been out and about her District much, and wanted to first stop in town, maybe get some more food. She glanced at the cluster of buildings down the road and smiled. Her little trip was going well so far. The oblivious, kind-hearted teen didn't notice the boy making his way down the road. Lana Annwn was rubber-necking at the scenery. She stared at all the places she had never been able to visit before, a wide-open mouth and raised eye-brows a sign of her wonder and amazement. At the feel of a wet tear, or drop of water on her forehead, Illiana looked up--then groaned. Rain...

As though the mental pressure of running away from the only people she had ever know wasn't enough. As though the physical pressure to keep herself alive wasn't enough. As though there wasn't enough pressure, the weather just had to act out. Illiana felt like bursting into tears, but found the courage not to. She stopped in the road and composed herself, letting a few years escape. Being alone in the woods would be horrendous, but Illiana just had to find the truth. She didn't even here the boy walking toward town behind her. She was too involved in her own problems.

Arcadia, Illiana, Kade, Thea, Jezebel, Cassedy, Marina, Ronan, Karina

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Material "Run" (cinder) Jul 27, 2009 9:47:49 GMT -5

Post by Takka Soohou on Jul 27, 2009 9:47:49 GMT -5

Clomp. Pause. Clomp
Takka felt slightly concerned about how the rain would affect his splint, sure the thick sheep-wool leggings covered it but if enough water soaked through it could warp the wood, weaken the splint and effectively end all future walking. Takka resolved that he had to have hope that he was not s**t out of luck and decided to up his pace, eventually noticing the girl a mere twenty yards away. If Takka's noise had yet to alert her, it would soon.

The girl's frame look strange, she seemed upset of some sort. How Takka knew this from only seeing her back reminded him of his long stretch of bed-rest after the "incident", with one glance; he could tell if his mother was angry at his late brother Markus, able to tell whenever Annabelle wanted to snuggle beside him and when everyone slipped to periods of grief, which occurred painfully often. Takka thought rain was the perfect solitude, a downpour of external sadness that could overpower the unhinged of minds for serious contemplation.

Clomp. Pause. Splash.
Takka reacted to the sudden noise below and saw his wavering reflection scowling back at him, shaking it off he continued, a quick whip of yellow in his peripherals that the blond ahead was aware of his presence. Readjusting himself, Takka brought forth the now heavier waterlogged leg and tuning his balance accordingly, he was now ten yards from the girl and from the looks of it they were going to enter some kind of conversation.

Takka secretly groaned.
He hated meeting new people, making impressions, he'd honestly get along better with someone who was visually impaired. Takka hated the looks he received.

It was inevitable though.
"Your make-ups going to run." he managed to say,Way to start, man Takka mused.

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Material "Run" (cinder) Jul 27, 2009 14:42:10 GMT -5

Post by cinder on Jul 27, 2009 14:42:10 GMT -5

ooc- if somebody told me that Id glower at them... how the heck am I going to play Illiana in a bad mood? ^^ Ignore this, I'm just talking to myself.

Illiana frowned then touched her hand to right below her eye. She smiled and sorta laughed nervously as she pulled her raised hand away, so far so good--her make-up was only slightly smudged. The teen nodded her head and continued smiling at the boy. She had always assumed, or had always been told conversations started with a hello, introductions, how are you, and a polite farewell, the boy just blurting the truth like that was something Lana hadn't expected. Did people generally do that, was it something to be offended by? She smiled and decided to just say what came naturally to the would-be social butterfly.

"Oh, I know, but its okay for now," she started feeling incredibly stupid, but managing to say it like she didn't even care. "I'm Illiana by the way," she then finished raising her hand for a traditional hand-shake. The sweet girls smile was dazzling, her blue-green eyes sweet, and her whole look screaming, 'I'm a delicate little flower, why on earth would you want to hurt me?' Illiana Annwn had always been told by her family, that she was one of those rare people who managed to keep their innocence and sweet childish ways without seeming stupid and emotionally undeveloped. Disliking Illiana would be like disliking sunlight or happiness.

After speaking, the nervous girl allowed herself to asses the situation. So far he had not acted violently toward her, which was a bonus point. Looking the guy up and down, Illiana let herself ponder who he was. A guy younger than her walking into town alone... was it normal? A nervous giggle escaped her lips, and Illiana made sure her eyes screamed a silent, 'sorry for being so weird.' This being one of her first encounters with somebody other than her family, Illiana just didn't know what to do with herself. Gentle Lana finally found something good about Rosins gossiping, flirty stories--at least Illiana could act normal enough.
She waited for him to respond, an almost eager look on her face.

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Material "Run" (cinder) Jul 27, 2009 18:38:59 GMT -5

Post by Takka Soohou on Jul 27, 2009 18:38:59 GMT -5

Takka couldn't help but feel surprised at Illiana's attitude, it mirrored his own fragility so closely that it off-put him, she embodied the spirit of a wilting flower and Takka couldn't help but remember the Capitol:

It had been a cold day in November a year after his injury, his parents had decided to buy some offerings for his late brother's grave at one of the shops, Takka had been so amazed: the sparkles of jewelry and the various scents sweeping from restaurant's doorsteps. It had been an aura of awe and Takka felt unwelcome by it all, it was not familiar; he had wanted to stay for the beauty but leave from the people.
Then, a brief encounter between eye and window occurred, it was a daisy; worn and white, with a slight discoloring in the center due to saturation of water, that was the flower Takka wanted on Markus' grave. He had begged his mother, who refused him instantly citing the flower's price, while worn, the daisy was a bit of rarity for District Eight and priced accordingly. Takka eventually managed to push it from his mind, only to return later in the day to find it sticking upward in a dumpster.

Takka made a mental note to visit his brother.
Resisting his urge not to introduce himself Takka mumbled
"Takka, nice to meet you."
The rain continued so Takka returned to walking, it was difficult for him to establish conversation, so he hoped the girl was some kind of socialite.

Last Edit: Jul 27, 2009 18:40:33 GMT -5 by Takka Soohou

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Material "Run" (cinder) Jul 27, 2009 19:34:44 GMT -5

Post by cinder on Jul 27, 2009 19:34:44 GMT -5

Illiana smiled and continued to walk, this time slower--more at at Takka's (what a strange name! And she though Illiana was a weird name...) slow pace. She smiled at looked at him, once again nervously laughing. "Y'know, I don't have much experience with talking to people," she explained, "Ive lived a very sheltered life," Illiana then ended her statement with a nod of her head. She wiped her cheek with her hand. Her make-up, true t o Taka's words had started to run, and Illiana knew in no time she would look like some sad clown, or emo person.

The girl sighed and took out a handkerchief, wiping all the mascara from her eyes. It wasn't like where she was going, anybody would care about the state of her make-up. Or well... I hope they don't! I wouldn't think rebels would care, but then again what do I know? Illiana thought. She had always been considered a fretful person, and the teen was living up to her reputation now. Blinking at looking at Takka again, Lana realized her smile had weakened, and she had been looking down at the muddy road. Having realized how extremely rude she had been, Illiana Annwn smiled again.

She watched Takka as he walked. Obviously something was wrong with him. Physically. He walked with a limp, and curiosity overcame Illiana; if not for fear of being rude, she was pretty sure she'd asked what happened to his leg. Illiana sighed, and smiled again--being social was hard work, but she liked it so far. Seeing a hint of hope, or a smile was worth all the white-lies and nice comments. Being friendly was a reward all its own. Illiana couldn't understand why some people weren't social (or at least thats what Melissa had said. Her sister had even admitted to being shy!) Illiana found the rare occasions she had talked to strangers to be some of the best times of her life.

Strangers were people who always had experiences to share. All the new knowledge they could share... Illiana felt like a nerd. Some people liked being popular because they felt powerful, she liked people and popularity because she liked information. It was an odd reason, but it seemed deeper than just wanting a posse to comment on how good you looked, and told you how amazing you were.