.: Jokes aside :: Axel :.

.: Jokes aside :: Axel :. Sept 7, 2013 2:16:35 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Sept 7, 2013 2:16:35 GMT -5

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://www.iaindoesjokes.com//wp-content/uploads/2012/04/iain_stirling_478x234.jpg); border: 000000 solid 0px; width: 478px; height: 234px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px;]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 652A24; border: 303045 solid 0px; width: 478px; height: 5px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;]

[/tr][td][/table]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; border: 000000 solid 0px; width: 478px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;]

fran·sis·co · ch·ime

1. seventeen, male, district nine

“It takes more effort to frown, than smile.”

[/left][/i][/center]

[/size]Our campsite wasn’t the most extravagant or interesting place on the world. Let’s face it; it was pretty boring. Tents, small and worn, scattered the camp area. The camp area its self wasn’t that flashy either, but it was well organised; [/color]and it was home. Slowly I climb out of my sleeping bag, before pushing the old worn pile of material into a small bag that I had made just for it, to help protect it from the weather and other stuff, like bugs and snakes. I hated snakes, they scared me to bits, like if I was to see a snake right now- I can’t even. It would not be funny. I would be screaming, like a girl, and flailing around as though I was drowning- I what you may ask? Nothing, drowning in thin air. Let’s just put it this way. I hate snakes and they make me act in abnormal ways. Yah. That’s sounds about right.

Pulling open the flap of my tent I take another look around the quiet campsite. Most of my ‘family’ are still asleep, tucked away in their worn sleeping bags. But me? I was awake; [/size]wide awake. I felt as though I could fight a whole army of Peackeepers and come out of it alive! Well, I probably wasn’t that awake… Peacekeepers were not easiest people to beat… so a whole army would practically be impossible- but you get my pint. There was no way that I was going back to sleep.

Slipping out from the shelter of my tent I creep across the grassy plains that surrounded the bonfire that I was set up in the middle of the camp area, careful not to even make the smallest sound. I didn’t want some dumb wit to be following me around, not when I was heading over to forbidden land. What’s the forbidden land? The forbidden land is the land that is home to the outcasts, people who once used to live in the ‘pride lands’ but were kicked out cause they were naughty boys and girls. They stole from the pride landers, they bullied, they are just not nice people in general. So why go there? Well that’s simple. I was a hard core rebel. That’s right; you are looking at the one and only Franky Chime, the rebellious teenager of the pride lands.[/size] Puffing out my chest I slam my fist against it and put on the most dangerous look I could summon. [/size]But as soon as my face twists to some warped expression I burst out into laughter. Yeah, no. Really I am no bad man, I am quite the opposite, but hey, a boy can dream right.

Winking, I reach the edge of the campsite. I pause for one moment, chucking a glance over my shoulder before sprinting out of the camp, and in the direction of the inner district. The out casts made home on the other side of the district that meant I had to g though the more civilised parts before I could reach them. Oh, that’s right, I never actually told you why I was heading there. Well to be honest, I have kind of forgotten. Opps. But something tells me if I keep walking it will come back to me-and then I will unlock my secret for all your ears.

The grass beneath my feet soon turns to stone, and that when I know I am not far away from town centre. I take another look behind me- just to make sure I wasn’t followed- before diving into the buildings that symbolised some sort of civilisation.

template by zoë

[/blockquote][/font]
[/color][/td][/tr][/tr][td][/table][/center]

.: Jokes aside :: Axel :. Sept 8, 2013 17:01:16 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Sept 8, 2013 17:01:16 GMT -5

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: beb8c2; border: F4E0C8 double 0px; width: 450px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;]

I felt hollow and empty, the whole purpose of my life to this point entirely gone, my lust for revenge on the person who took away my brother and niece...the person responsible for my suffering...Aka Labinnac. The Hunger Games had robbed me of a purpose, of a life, of an identity...they had taken away the one person that my life had been focused on. What could I do now though, what could I do to fill that void that was in my heart? I could find her brothers, but chances are in their anger and despair they would be more than capable of ripping me to shreds, not to mention what they might do to me before that. No, I had to find some of her other friends, some of the other people who knew her. I needed to find someone easy to pick on, someone to seduce.

That's why when I woke up this morning I put that meticulous care into my appearance that I had done while Aka had been alive. Before I had done it with the intent of luring her into a trap and seducing her just as she had done my brother, but that chance had been robbed from me by the Capitol. I had been in despair and felt lost since she had been taken from me, since my revenge had been taken from me, but I would have my revenge on the people that she knew now. I would have my revenge on the people who she cared about, as small as that care was, I would have my revenge. Where to start though, that's the question, who should be my first victim?

A casual glance out the window gave me just what I was looking for, it gave me someone to target. The name alluded me, but the face I remembered, it was a face I had seen several times at the strange little camp that Aka had been from. He was a foolish one, with a false sense of security and rather ignorant. Yes, he would do just fine for a first target, he would do well. I walked quickly to the door and slipped quietly out of my house, careful to make sure that I didn't make a single noise that could alert him. Despite my best attempts to stay hidden from him though it was like he had a sixth sense and knew someone would follow him. He kept pausing and looking behind him, so I had to quickly find cover and risk losing track of my target. Just another thing I had hoped to fine tune and perfect with Aka, she was the hunter not me.

Aside from his paranoia tracking him didn't take much effort, and I was able to slowly close the gap between us. I watched him carefully from a side alley waiting for my chance to lure him away from whatever he was here for. I needed answers and he would be the perfect one to get them from. I crept closer to him until I could hear his breathing, careful to stay in the shadows. He couldn't see me, not yet, not until I wanted him to. I wanted to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, I wanted to make him feel like he was being stalked...this was the thrill of the hunt, and I had learned from watching the best. I dropped down and slid along the ground, gauging the distance between us, preparing to pounce and take down my prey.

I felt so alive, I felt like I could take on the world, it was no wonder Aka had loved doing this. Even in death she still had an influence over me, even in death she was guiding me. I could feel that familiar hatred for her bubbling up within me as I prepared to take down my prey. Finally my revenge could begin...on them...and on the Capitol.

OOC: I'm sorry this sucks so bad Kiah, I wish I could do better

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]