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{ s l i c e s } of the { t r u t h } :: Emma :: Sept 14, 2013 22:39:52 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Sept 14, 2013 22:39:52 GMT -5

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1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]T[/font]he buildings around me seem to grow until I was nothing more than a piece of dirt stuck to the ground. Panic raced through my body and I could feel sweat begin to form of the brow of my forehead. I knew that it wasn’t real, that I was just stuck in a dream, a dream so dark and terrifying, but my body refused to believe it. It fought through the never ending darkness, trying to find a shed of light. I wasn’t scared of the dark- I had been raised to use the dark against my enemies- It was more the fact that I was scared of what hide behind the corners of these large looming towers. [/color]I was scared of the souls that lurked in my dreams, the souls of the people that I had killed.

My breath catches in my throat as I stumble around the closets corner. I pulled my eyes shut, closing them tightly against the hollow feeling in my stomach. I didn’t want to be here anymore, I wanted to be in the streets of my home, flying across the roofs of the houses that made my home that bit more excitable. I wanted to feel the roaring of the wind against my skin. Most of all I didn’t want to see the messed up face of a boy or girl that I had destroyed- that was the last thing I wanted to see at the moment.

Sprinting deeper into the darkness I look for an escape, I look for a way to return to the living world. My heart beats wildly in my chest- just as desperate as myself to get away from this place, to get away from the place of the dead and back to the place where the first face I will look into will be a face that will glow in familiarity.[/i][/color] My footsteps echo off the huge plain walls that surround me- filling my head until I feel like I can handle it no longer. I could feel the scream touch my lips before I could hear it. It filled the still air and I feel to the ground. I don’t want to be here any longer, I want to go home, I don’t want to be here… please.[/i][/color] The words fly endlessly though my mind as I crouched, huddled on the ground, my thin fingers clutching my head.

Light flashed before my eyes and I flying into a sitting position. My fingers clutch my chest; my legs wrapped tightly in the blankets that made my bed. I take deep breaths trying to calm the racing of my heart. My eyes fly around the room and slowly I could feel the panic retreat from my tired limbs. It was all just a dream, all just a dream- nothing more. Laying back down on my sheets I try to let sleep take me once again, but it refused to come, leaving me staring at the roof of my room. I felt cramped and hot sweat beginning to form a thin layer over my body.

Pulling my blankets a away I slip out of bed and into the main section of the Campus that is my home. No noise could be heard as I wander through the quiet hallway heading to the main entrance. I wanted to be out in the wind, I wanted to forget about the last remnants of the dream.

I was about to pull the door open when the gentle sounds of footsteps begin to fill me ears, pulling away from the door I duck behind one of the ornaments that are scattered here and then in my home, hoping that the eyes of the stranger had not seen me slip away into the shadows. But somewhere deep in myself I knew they had. Us assassin saw every small movement, no matter how tiny it seemed. We were rained that way.

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{ s l i c e s } of the { t r u t h } :: Emma :: Sept 20, 2013 19:23:21 GMT -5

Post by Emma on Sept 20, 2013 19:23:21 GMT -5

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The wind outside the clear panes of the window had finally driven me crazy. My easily annoyed head was once again, as unease. There was not chance I would be able to sleep in that room with the window rattling like there was an unknown giant forcing his way in. Outside, the air whispered words of ignorance and inconsideration to the people who may be trying to sleep inside the building it seemed determined to knock down. It may just have been my tired mind, so easily agitated, but the wind seemed louder than the usual breeze that usually whistled through District Two.

I can recall a single day, out of my short life. I was sitting on the floor of a training gym, huddled with a few of the other assassins. The wind outside was so tremendous, and it howled, and raged for nearly 10 hours. The shingles on our home were torn off, and the district was in dismay. Everything had been blown away, or broken. Trees were lying in the streets, and things thats belonged in someones yard were now on the corner. The wind has always irritated me ever since that day, and perhaps that was why I felt so distressed.

I lay in my bed, the blankets covering me in a wrap of fabric. I sit still, forcing my eyes to close, trying to drone out the noise of the pane, but yet, my trained mind seems unable to shut it out. I sit up in my linens, removing myself from them, and coming to sit, straight-backed and cross-legged on the mattress. I close my blood-shot eyes, and take several deep breaths. The sound of the wind continued to blow outside as I relaxed every muscle in my body, the alignment of my spine falling into a crooked curve as I slouch my back to release the tension. My neck falls back and my Adam’s apple points to the sky, as I keep breathing.

My angry mind has been silenced. I open my eyes and pull my head to its comfortable position, and take myself from the bed. I step out from my room, and carelessly walking into the silent hall. I head towards the entrance, the walls of the Campus looking familiar and welcoming, even in the dark. Once I reach the area, I take time to sit on the cold floor and look into the shadows. I make them warp into the faces I once knew. Faces gone, faces destroyed. With a smug smile, I once again, head towards my room, without a thought of my noisy foot-falls going into my head.

My trained ears naturally tune in to the silent footsteps of a stranger. It was close, so very close. I stop, just in time to hear the silent “whoosh” of someone jumping, and a shadow fall behind a display against the wall. My mind races, the logical thoughts come flooding to my head, and I do the thing I have been taught to do my whole life, I quickly skim through all of my mental options on how to react. Given the way they walked and jumped so silently, they were probably one of my friends, my siblings. I take the chance and open my mouth, confidently speaking the words,“One is not usually seen in the night, but those who are, are the fools. And if you have half of a brain, you would understand my words.”

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{ s l i c e s } of the { t r u t h } :: Emma :: Oct 10, 2013 19:42:08 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Oct 10, 2013 19:42:08 GMT -5

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1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]A[/font]ll my life I have been taught stealth and how to hide from my enemy, how to sneak up to them and slit their throats- anyway that was the basics. I have grown into my own style of killing, leaving behind the simple slit of the throat. I was an artist, and an artist did not simply slit ones throat. That wasn’t artwork, artwork was when you turned ones death into something beautiful, into something someone would remember. That’s art.[/color] That’s the way I have learned to kill, that’s the way I live, that’s the way I please my leader, how I please the man- who I my eyes- was my father.

I hadn’t once disappointed the man, always bringing home the right words to please him. Yes, sir, I have killed the man who you wished for. No one saw, it was totally unexpected… Yes, sir, I have killed the wretched monster, trust me, this pig, won’t be missed…. Sir, she is dead. Just liked you ask, she shall no longer spread horrible rumours about our people… Sir, he breathes no longer, died a death suitable for him, a death that will be ingrained in my mind for days. But it was worth it. He is gone, dead to this world… And the list goes on and on. How many years have I invested killing people who posed a threat up on my home? For as long as I can remember. This was my life, and I wouldn’t say one word against it.

The sounds of approaching footsteps become less frequent as my fellow brother access the situation that he is faced with. I knew that it was not assassin one- the only assassin my age, and the assassin that was positioned above me, he would be more, more confident in his strides. No this was one of my younger brothers, and boy was he about to get a good little surprise. The thought flashed into my mind, and instantly that cheeky smirk was wept onto my face. It was never too late into the night to throw in a little surprise test, now was it?

I crouch absolutely still behind the pot of an ancient plant, my eyes glued to the oncoming figure. As soon as my eyes caught focus of the boy, I knew exactly who he was. Asher. One of my newest assassins. The smirk on my lips turns into something somewhat more professional. There was two newly graduated assassins this years, and out of them both, Asher here, has the most potential. He reminds me of Errol, and when we were both just newly graduated scraps of meat. My eyes watch the boy closely. And I know that he is not all that confident as he is making out to be.

Finally he comes to halt a few paces from where I crouch. He only hesitates for a moment as his eyes flash, his mind taking him over everything that he has learned. But sometimes, sometimes that moment’s hesitation could cost you, cost you your life, or the chance of you being unsuccessful in your kill.

“One is not usually seen in the night, but those who are, are the fools. And if you have half of a brain, you would understand my words.” His voice is strong and reflects confidents, and instantly my earlier doubts evaporate. This boy was a leader, a natural born leader. You could tell in the tone of his voice, in the way he held himself. He will one day when assassin one can no longer fight his battles, take his spot, take his spot and lead the new assassin into this life. A smile spreads onto my lips as I watch the future of my family.

“Ahh, wise words for such a young boy.” I say, stepping out from behind the pot that had hidden my body. The smile that plays on my lips is genuine as I take in the figure of my younger brothers, Asher. “You past the test, bro. I shall make sure that the leader and assassin one know of this great potential that lays within you.” My voice is formal as I reach forward and place a comforting hand on the boys shoulder. “But honestly, what are you doing out of bed?” Curiosity bites my words, my curious eyes gazing into my brothers.

(ooc: sorry about the lateeee reply, exams and stuff have held me back, hope this post is okay <3)

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