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¤ HOIST THE COLORS ¤ uprising Dec 21, 2013 22:37:35 GMT -5

Post by semper on Dec 21, 2013 22:37:35 GMT -5

Of all the people in Panem, I don’t know how Griffin found me when and where he did. Colton and I were taking a break from the Lexington household and we were hardly a day or so into our trip when he stumbled upon us. There is absolutely no doubt that I was completely shocked to see him even still alive after all these years (I had thought for sure that the Peacekeepers would have executed him by now) and I thought he was just as shocked to see me. I’ve changed a lot, both physically and mentally, ever since the last group of rebels was disbanded, and to me he looks just a lot more weathered than he used to be. If that was good or bad, I still have no idea; it appeared like weariness was only weighing more heavily on his shoulders than before.

Needless to say, we followed him. It didn’t take long before we were all caught up with one another (it helped some that I can’t speak so there was no senseless babbling, but it did take a while for me to write up a summary of what’s happened to me in the meantime) and Colton was already taking to Griffin like a bear to honey, running around and collecting leaves and twigs and other items to give to him as presents. It made me smile when he started using his words, even simple ones like leaf and stick, stone and branch – it took a few times for me to gather myself back together in order to write after I found myself beaming proudly over his little squeaking voice and those few words. Faith was doing an excellent job teaching him how to speak; it was a shame that we had to take a hiatus, but it was for the better. I didn’t want to endanger Jack’s family any more than I already had (I’d prefer to not remember when we were both held and I was whipped) and so we said our goodbyes, leaving with the promise to be back in a few full moons. I was encouraged to praise Colton whenever he used his words and I have been doing just that, nodding and smiling whenever he rightly named some object lying around. Kind of like our “homework.”

Griffin had told me that he’d been wandering around Panem ever since we last disbanded. He didn’t go into very much detail, but from the sound of it I gathered that he was alone for the majority of the time. I had given him a sympathetic look, but who was I to do that after I had found Colton not too long ago? I, too, had been awfully lonely, but getting my son back turned my life around in a reeling switchback. I still wake up to him staring at me, hardly two inches away from my face, and he’ll start whimpering and saying Puppy! Puppy! to get me to grumble and act as if I’m actually alive instead of locked away in hibernation. Sometimes I find it annoying, but when I do I scold myself: I searched the wilderness for him and I found him, I’m not about to get annoyed at the one thing I wanted more than anything. There were a few times he did that to Griffin in the mornings and unfortunately I never really saw his reaction to the large brown eyes staring at him in awe. Not once did I reprimand him, though; curiosity is something that should never be doused.

Colton sticks a leaf in my hair now as I sit on a chair inside a ruin house, back in Thirteen where we all first gathered. He already took a visual survey of all the new rebels and quickly lost interest, resorting to the leaves and occasionally saying the word to himself, twisting around in my lap to catch the leaf when it falls. Over his head I look out at the not so vast group of people who we recruited to make up the new Uprising, doing my own little survey. Once again we’re nothing but a motley crew of misfits joined by only a single cause, and whether or not that cause holds strong will be the real question. By the looks of it I’m the only Avox so that puts a downer on things quickly. (Even amidst groups of friends, the Avox draws the short straw.) No one has mistreated me yet and I hope to keep it that way.

Colton’s head comes up as he tries to stick the leaf in my hair again, blocking my view once again. A smile draws itself across my face but I gently lower his hand to his side, shaking my head. It’s about time we got down to business and introduced ourselves to one another (better let everyone know who they could very well die beside) so I give Griffin a small nudge with the curved end of my hook, trying to get him to initiate the meeting.

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¤ HOIST THE COLORS ¤ uprising Dec 22, 2013 23:30:57 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Dec 22, 2013 23:30:57 GMT -5

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The road to District Thirteen had been long, damp, and cold, and there wasn’t much of a road, as most of the time was spent crawling under and over logs, sneaking through the Districts and avoiding the careful watch of the Peacekeepers. Some of the stricter Districts were near impossible to get into, especially Eleven, where Peacekeepers marched along the always-electrified fence with big guns and awful looks. Usually Griffin strayed around it, but the vast landscape Eleven used for its large-scale agricultural work made it damn near impossible to make his way around. So, Griffin Tucker had spent months, maybe even years (because time was so fickle) traversing the areas between Districts, mostly alone.

For a while, he did nothing. What was there to do, now that his band of Uprisers had dispersed? The cause itself seemed pointless. A tiny group of rebels obviously wouldn’t stand a chance against the Capitol. For the time, the only thing they had going for them was that the Capitol didn’t know they existed. The government still didn’t know, and Griffin figured that was the only thing keeping them from being demolished. The cause – overthrowing the Capitol and creating a better country, one without the Hunger Games – wouldn’t be won by fighting. And wasn’t that just something? Fighting was what Griffin Tucker knew how to do best. He grew up a Career, born and bred, and didn’t know any other life. But when he had sat there so many months ago with a ragtag group of nobodies – people who didn’t know the first thing about fighting – what did he really think he was trying to accomplish? A suicide mission?

Months and months passed, and Griffin felt as if he had grown old by a hundred years. Wandering through the Districts made for a lonely life, only made worse by the fact that he no longer had the company he needed. The Uprising, however futile their efforts might have seemed, was a community, the type of community that he thrived within. Going back to District Two wasn’t an option, because there he would find the type of people that he couldn’t stand to be around, people who worshipped their tributes like gods and basked in every second of the murder, unless the person lost to the Games happened to be someone close. Then the logic was flipped, and the sickest type of mourning would commence, leaving the citizens blaming the other tributes, not the Capitol, for the murder. Griffin could hardly stand to watch them, and whenever he returned to his home District he found them preoccupied with the Games, even in the off months. It was disgusting.

With nowhere else to go, Griffin searched for people that might sympathize with him. Oh, the whole country sympathized of course – except for perhaps the Capitol -- but there was a stark difference between the people who disliked the Capitol and those who were willing to leave their homes and rebel. Those people were few and far between, and it took a bit of work to find them. First on the list was Devroux Creighton, the Avox who had found his way into the Uprising before. Perhaps his silence was reassuring, because Griffin sought him out first, looking to put together the feeble group with at least some of the same members.

After that, Griffin did what he did best: he wandered. He found people in the darkest corners of the Districts, the people with a bit of fight left in them, and he gave them the option of traveling to the ruins of District Thirteen.

If nothing else, he would no longer be alone. That’s what he told himself.

So there he stood, eyeing the group of Uprisers that had finally made their way to the ruins. Some of the people he recruited hadn’t shown up, likely because they had changed their minds or – he hated to think about it – been seriously hurt or killed in the journey. At times, Griffin took for granted that people actually found it difficult living outside of the Districts because of his own training and skill. Looking at the numbers, he couldn’t quite tell if there were more than before, or if any of the faces looked familiar. After months of searching through the Districts, faces didn’t seem to matter much anymore. Nor was Griffin very recognizable himself: his jaw was covered in a layer of dark stubble, his eyes were surrounded by dark bags, and his hair was shorter and more manageable.

Devroux nudged him in the side, removing Griffin from his own thoughts. He took a single look at Devroux, almost asking ”What?” before he realized that Devroux wouldn’t be able to speak up. With nothing but his own thoughts to entertain him for so many months, Griffin almost didn’t want to escape from them.

But he did, clearing his throat as he looked out at the group with a weak smile.

”I’m not going to make some big, fancy speech,” he began loudly, smile widening some. ”Nobody wants to sit through that, and I know you all want to get to know each other. I thought we oughtta go around the group, one by one, and introduce ourselves, maybe talk about why you’re here.”

He paused, kicking a piece of rubble underneath his boot.

”I’ve likely already met a lot of you, so you should know: I’m Griffin. I’m the leader here, and I come from District Two. I used to be a Career, but I got sick of it, always having to watch those kids die, always being around people who were even celebrating it. I don’t want any of it anymore; I can’t stand it.”

He trailed off, looking at each person standing around him. ”Alright, who’s next?”

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¤ HOIST THE COLORS ¤ uprising Dec 23, 2013 1:09:19 GMT -5

Post by Dylan189 on Dec 23, 2013 1:09:19 GMT -5

Mark Antony

Mark stands in the small ruined building with the small six year old girl at his side, the girl was his sister, and her eyes were tired and longing for sleep, the quest from district two to thirteen was long and hard. On Marks waist sat two sheathed swords he snatched from the training center the day he left. The little girls name who was Flavia stands arms around Mark. Mark listened to the man at the front of the room as he begins speaking.

”I’m not going to make some big, fancy speech, nobody wants to sit through that, and I know you all want to get to know each other. I thought we oughtta go around the group, one by one, and introduce ourselves, maybe talk about why you’re here.” After a short moment he continues, ”Alright, who’s next?”

No one quickly steps forward, so Mark says a little sarcastically" That's me," Mark slowly pries himself from his leg and walks to the front of the room giving Griffin a wink, standing right next to him, speaking a little louder than Griffin did, starting off very devious sounding, though no one can quite tell if that's just how Mark speaks or if he is doing it for a reason. " Well, I'm Mark Antony, I'm sixteen and only two of you know me, my little sweet sister Flavia," Mark points at her, then at Griffin." Then Griffin, you see, I met Griffen in district two, on a late night when I was out in the woods, with my little sister Flavia, that's when we ran into him."

***

"Okay Flavia, now let your eyes adjust to the dark, it will be quick, then it will be like you can see in the dark." Mark says to his little sister with a small smile, as he hands her a small bow and arrow, just the right size for her. " Now, I'm going to teach you how to track at night, it's difficult, so don't get angry if you are not able to pick up on it right away, are your eyes adjusted yet?"

In a soft voice Flavia says, " Yeah." Though this was dangerous and probably scary to most, Flavia was excited to be here with her brother, its all she really wanted, to be like her brother, and to spend time with him. Mark looks down at her and smiles, reminding her to line up her shot when the time come. Giving a nod, both her and Mark begin to walk deeper into the woods, after few steps both Flavia and Mark hear a little rustling in the woods off to their left. Quickly Mark ushers Flavia off to the side behind a tree about her size, fumbling around looking for a place for him to hide, thinking it may be a Peacekeeper or something. So Mark did the only thing he could think of in this situation, because he could not find a place to hide, Mark unsheathed his swords and stood his ground.

As Griffin pushes his was into the opening Mark was standing in, swords at the ready, Mark sighs in relief, thinking to himself just another wander. Mark sheathes his swords, calling for Flavia to come out. " Sorry about that, never can be too careful." Mark says hugging his sister when she comes out. Griffin, Mark and Flavia all sat down for about an hour or two, getting to know each other, talking bad about the capital and the games. Finally Griffin revealed to Mark the uprising, asking him to come along with him.

" Are you really asking me to come join you, on a suicide mission, that would render me and my FAMILY fugitives? No." Mark stands, a little mad at Griffin's offer, picking up Flavia and begging to walk back towards home.

" If you change your mind, the door is always open." Griffin says to Mark, just before they disappear into the darkness, Making their way back to the fence, climbing back through. They were out past curfew and Mark has swords on him. Slowly making their way along the grassy path back into the main part of town, Mark takes off the sword belt and throws them to the ground. Surly if found by a peacekeeper they will be put back in their respectful place, but if no one found it, it would just be easier for Mark to come back tomorrow and use them again in the woods. As the grass trail slowly turns into concert, both Mark and Flavia pick up the pace, taking ally ways and back streets to get him, somethings having to wait a few minuets for a group of peacekeepers to pass by.

***

Marks voice still filled the room, but because a bit lighter as he continued. " Though when we got home...."

***

As Mark and Flavia neared their house, they could hear shouting and the smell of smoke. Walking down the last ally way that would open up on to their street Flavia stops Mark and gives him a hug. They both say "I love you." Then continue walking down the street, getting ready to turn the corner, but what Mark saw, made him cringe and stutter, cause he was staring at his collapsed house, on fire. An ambulance, fire truck, and about a dozen peacekeepers were at the house, trying to put the fire out and speak with the only survivor who had blood accost her face, face, Mark knew who's blood it was, his siblings, the ones his mother just murdered. Mark knew this, because when he was younger his mother tried to kill him many times, and she killed his father, only getting away because he claimed self defense.

Marks mother sat silent, not saying what happened in there, knowing if she did she would be killed. At the moment, everyone believed that Mark and his family were all dead, excluding his mother. Mark turned to Flavia who had tears streaming down her face. "Flavia, give me the bow, and an arrow, then turn and start back down the ally." Marks eyes were watery but he had to do this. He hated his mother, and she deserved to die, so he was going to make sure she died. The only thing Mark held dear in his life was his brothers and sisters. Who were all dead, excluding his youngest and only living sister now, Flavia. Flavia hesitates a moment then hands him the bow and an arrow, turning and walking.

Mark clammed himself for a moment, lining up his shot with his mothers heart, letting out a breath and without hesitation lets the arrow fly, right by a peacekeeper and into her heart. Quickly Mark turns back into the dark ally running, picking up Flavia as he passes her. Getting away was easy, using the allies and back roads, no one really knew where the arrow came from, or who fired it, so Mark and Flavia were home free. Mark and Flavia stopped once before leaving the district. Mark sends Flavia into an ally, taking small battery out of his pocket and placing it in his friends mail box, knowing that they will know what it means. Both Mark and Flavia were ready to leave the district that would haunt them for the rest of their lives if they stayed. Slowly walking down the grass path, Mark hands the bow back to Flavia. " Keep that."

"Till the day I die, knowing that it put that bitch down." Flavia says coldly without emotion, usually Mark would correct her and tell her not to cuss, but at the moment Mark didn't care. Finally coming upon the swords Mark picks them up, putting the belt on again, continuing to the fence. Though this time there was a lone Peacekeeper there, walking along the fence, patrolling it. Mark was ready to leave this dreaded place and was not willing to wait for the patrol to leave. Mark told Flavia to wait and proceeded to walk slowly and quietly behind the peacekeeper. Quickly placing a hand on his chin and one on his fore head, jerking his chin to the left and forehead to the right causing a loud snap and the man to drop to the ground. Mark quickly undressed the peacekeeper, took his gun, and his uniform. After getting dressed, Mark calls for Flavia to join him. Both of them climb under the fence and begin their journey, trying to catch up to Griffin, though not able to. Probably due to the face Mark and Flavia were not experts of the woods as Griffin was.

***

Marks continues his story. " Oh, and when we got in the woods, Ill tell you, this was the hardest part of our journey."

***

3-6 Months after leaving the district.

Passing through all the districts rather easy dressed as a peacekeeper speed up the process from getting to point A to point B. They had just gotten through district 10, and were on their way to 11. The woods here were more lush and green than back in two. Though as they got closer and closer to 13 there were more and more wanderers Mark and Flavia ran into. All so far has believed that Mark was just another wander with a gun. By now Mark was use to using the gun, as a matter of fact he was a little good at it. Though he ammo was very rare, whenever they would get into a district he would try to sneak off with a little ammo, either by putting down another peacekeeper or pick pocketing his gun which was extremely easy at times. Though leaving 10 Mark had a clip and a half of ammo.

A few days out of district 10 Mark and Flavia had a run in with a small group of peacekeepers, about 2-3.

"What are you doing so far out of 11?" They asked and to Marks surprises he was already close to district 11 apparently.

" Tracking down," Mark grabs Flavia by the hair. " This run away."

" Why is she not in cuffs?" The three of the Peacekeepers begin to look at Mark and Flavia odd, even one of them places a hand on his gun. Right at the mans hand touches the gun, Mark lets go of Flavia and draws his gun with his right hand quickly pulling his sword as he fires a shoot into the one with his hand on the gun and slashing the sword accost the one on his lefts throat. Mark turned to face the third, though he was already on the ground, Flavia on top of him, driving her dagger deep into his chest.

"Flavia that's enough." Mark says, but Flavia continues to stab him. " I said that's enough!" Mark raises his voice and Flavia flinches and quickly crawls off of him with teary eyes, not because she killed someone but because Mark just yelled at her.

"I'm sorry... I was just trying to protect you." She says as she begins to cry harder. Mark lets out a small sigh and hugs her, tight, letting her know he was no longer mad at her, slowly she began to calm down, and grabbed one of the guns and unloaded it and hands Mark the ammo, Mark doing the same to the one on the far right, Flavia had became a pro at quickly unloading guns, due to the fact Mark sometimes needed help unloading guns. Mark gave her a warm smile and pocketed the ammo, not counting how much he had. Quickly they looted the bodies then cleared the scene, just in case there were other peacekeepers around. They traveled for another day day or so.

" Alright were gonna stop here." Mark says to Flavia, asking her to help set up camp. Both of them went to gather wood. They had plenty of food, finding ration bars on the peacekeepers the other day. Finding a decent amount of wood took them about 20 minuets, finally turning back towards the area they decided to camp. As they approach them camp, through the trees, he could see the back pack they had set down, being rummaged through by some stranger. Quickly Mark stopped Flavia, holding a finger to his lips to signal for her to be quiet. Mark slowly walked through the brush, pulling his gun, finding that the person going through the backpack was young, maybe a few years older than Flavia. Mark holstered the gun, walking bluntly out of the bushes. " Hey what are you doing?" Mark asked, with demanding voice.

The kid looks up at Mark who is dressed as a peacekeeper still, and gives Mark a frightened look. Quickly Mark pulls his gun and points it at the kid. " Look-"

Flavia comes out of the bushes and pushes the gun down. "Mark what are you doing. Don't point that thing at him." The boy begins to cry in fear and Flavia quickly walks up to him. " Hey there, don't cry, were not gonna hurt you. ARE WE MARK." Mark looked at his sister surprised, she was bossing him around, he was not use to this. Flavia continues. " Mark get him some water and food, it looks like you have not eaten in days." Mark lets out a loud sigh, and decided he would humor his sister. Getting the younger dark skinned boy some water and some food.

With a relentless sigh Mark hands the kid food who still looked at him like he was the devil himself. " Here kid, and don't look at me like that, don' worry, I'm not a peacekeeper."

"Really hes not, were from district two. Were off to join the uprising."

"Flavia!" Mark says surprised about how open she was about this. "Shut your mouth about that." Quickly Flavia became silent and Mark knew he was in control again. " So, kid whats your name and why are you out here."

The kid looked up at Mark still a little scared of him. " I... I.... I'm Achava, I don't have a last name." The boy spoke with an accent Mark and Flavia both assumed was from district 11. "I... I'm out here because I ran away, after everyone in my family died because of starvation..."

Mark looked at the kid and sighs. Mark had a soft spot for those less fortunate than him, and in all honesty, Achava had lost all his family like Mark and Flavia. With out thinking Mark makes an offer to Achava." Look, you can come with us. Were headed to district 13." Almost instantly Achava hugs Mark and says yes over and over again. " I'm Mark, this is Flavia."

"I can help us sneak through district 11. I know a few ways in and out." Achava says with confidence. Mark nods and informs both of them they will be leaving tomorrow. All of them went to say down, and they all slept in. When Mark awoke, it was mid day and both kids were still asleep. Mark smiled, looking at his little sister, in her sleep she looked happy, it had been almost half a year since she had even showed a slight sign of happiness. Mark knew he had to wash that away though, he had to wake her up, so ever so gently he shook his sister away, and she greeted Mark with a smile, one that had been absent from her face for such a long time, and Mark returned the smile. " Flavia Wake Achava up, were off."

They all quickly packed the camp and made their way to district 11, finally reaching the fence just at dusk. Achava speaks up, " Keep close and out of site, one wrong move and we all go to jail, or thrown in the fields." With Achava's warning both Mark and Flavia stayed close and out of site, having to work their way through the strict security of the district. This place was much stricter than district 2, and had much more peacekeeper. Moving through an empty field at one point was the easiest part of the night. At numerous points they had to stop and wait for a convoy of peacekeepers to pass, taking up about and hour each time. Finally as dawn is breaking they reach the fence, climbing under it.

No one said a word until there were about a half a day away then Mark turned to Achava and gave him a hug. " God damn, thank you kid." So after a good nights rest they continued on.

***

Mark nodded at the people, continuing his long story." We hit district 12 and passed through with absolutely no trouble at all. But, the time between 12 and 13 was probably one of the most emotional times for us.

***
Two weeks ago

"Alright you two, I'm pretty sure were almost to 13." Mark said with a smile." Everyone was in high spirits. Everyone was close and like family to one another. Mark began again." Hey Achava, what do you think about having a last name, like, oh I don't know... Antony." They Achava lit up like a light house and jumped up and down yelling yes over and over. "Alright, you two were gonna set up camp here, Achava, go find some wood, Flavia, go pick some berries. Ill set up the camp." Both the kids went off in separate directions with a dagger in hand, just in case.

Mark smiled and took off the peacekeeper uniform he had been wearing for so long, getting back into some of his old cloths that were still somewhat clean. About 10 minuets pass when the air is filled with a scream of terror, off in Achavas direction. Quickly Mark grabbed his weapons belt and strapped it to himself, pulling his gun, sprinting in the directions of the screams. Pulling a sword as the screams get nearer and nearer. As Mark bursts into and opening he spots 6 men, with out thinking Mark takes two shots, both hitting a separate person, sending them to the ground. The one closet to Mark comes charging with a sword in hand, swinging at Mark, leaving a deep cut on his chest, but adrenalin had already kicked in and he had not even noticed, quickly responding to the sword attack by driving his sword through the mans chest, firing two more shots, pulling the sword out of the man as 3 more men fall in unison, the final man turning to run. Mark without remorse throws his sword, driving it into the back of the runner. sending him to the floor. Mark walks with an anger spread across his face towards the face down man, unloading the rest of the guns ammo into his back, then throwing the gun at the back of his head leaving it there, pulling the sword out of the mans back, sheathing it once more, turning scanning the area for Achava, spotting him on the ground, with a knife in is stomach.

Marks eyes filled with tears as he quickly closed the gap between him and the kid. Taking a knee next to Achava, taking him into his arms. " Hey bud, I'm here your gonna be okay." Mark smiled down at the whimpering Achava. " Just hold on for me, okay buddy? Just hold on." No response came from him the child at first, only a few whimpers. Out into the clearing raced Flavia, ready to fight, seeing the dead men scatters on the ground. Quickly her eyes fill with tears as she sees Mark holding the boy who was slowly dying in his arms. Quickly Flavia raced next to his side, not saying a word, just kissing his cheek. Achava was like a brother to them, and it was hard to watch another family member die. Even if he was adopted family.

Finally with his last breath Achava spoke. " I love you guys. You Made me see happiness once more before I-" Achavas voice was raspy and soft, before he could finish his last few words, his body becomes limp in Marks arms. Both Flavia and Mark let out loud cries for a only a few moments, then they just let the tears stream. After carrying his limp body to camp, Mark proceeded to clean and cauterize his wound, then stitching it up. Then joining Flavia to dig a grave. After about an hour they decided this was deep enough. After cleaning the kids body they lied his body in the whole, filling it once more, tears running once again. Making a make shift cross out of wood, with the words carved into it. " Achava Antony."

***

Mark pauses for a moment, seeing the tears in his sisters eyes. Mark gives a smile to everyone, looking around the room. " That's my story. Any questions." Mark looks around the room once more, then to Griffin.

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¤ HOIST THE COLORS ¤ uprising Dec 23, 2013 3:48:19 GMT -5

Post by charade on Dec 23, 2013 3:48:19 GMT -5

There was something familiar about the scene playing out in front of William Scarlett and not just because it had played out in front of him before. Actually, that was exactly why it seemed familiar but William had a tendency not to see the obvious. Several months ago, he had wandered his way into a meeting belonging to the self styled rebellion that called themselves the uprising. Initially he had just hoped that they had some extra food and supplies since they were such a large group. Eventually, he found out that they were planning to start a war with the Capitol. That was a shock as he hadn't thought that was really an option. Still, it didn't take long for him to wind up learning how to shoot a gun; even though he almost shot himself in the face trying to figure out how to use it. The uprising contained good people though, and so he had decided to stay with them.

But then one day, he had come back to the camp and found it deserted. There were signs of fighting and death. Now, Wil wasn't always good at figuring things out, but even he knew what a raid looked like; or rather, the aftermath of one. And if it hadn't been a raid, if everyone had just up and left? Well, Wil wasn't sure what to think about that. During the months that followed, Wil had mostly kept to himself, staying as deep in the woods as he could and not venturing anywhere near the districts. It wasn't always easy, but somehow he always managed to get enough edible things into his stomach to keep him going. His jeans and jacket were threadbare, but luckily his boots were still in good condition; if caked in all manner of forest floor detritus.

About a week ago, he had stumbled across a vaguely familiar face, though what stood out to him was the words that the man spoke; about taking on the Capitol. Wil had followed the directions that the man had given him and started for the ruins of district thirteen, not running into a single other person the entire time. Eventually, he had found a small group of people looking around expectantly as if they were waiting for something and decided that he must be in the right place. After about maybe an hour or so, the man that had told him to head towards the ruins stood and started talking. Griffin. That was his name. William nodded sagely as Griffin kept talking about how speeches sucked and they needed to get to know each other before moving forward. That they should talk about why they were there.

When nobody else spoke up, William slowly got to his feet and offered a tired smile. He hadn't talked at length about his past to any other wanderer before, but he figured that if he wanted to make a good first impression, he should say something."Uh... Hi. I guess. I'm William, or Wil with one L for short. I joined up with Griffin a couple months ago before everything kinda dissolved. But... before that? I'm originally from district seven. I left because well, I had a hard time making friends. Not the most noble of reasons I know." He paused, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. "After that though, I joined up with a gang of sorts. Led by a wanderer from the capitol if you can believe that. He didn't like it there and wanted to steal from them and give it to the people in the districts." After a moment's reflection he coughed, rubbing the back of his neck in dismay as his eyes fell.

"We were a small group. Maybe ten, twelve. The peacekeepers came one night. I don't know what happened to the others because we scattered. As far as I know, I'm the only one that wasn't imprisoned or worse. So... I'm here because of them. I owe it to them to find out if any of them are still... still alive." Wil sucked at his teeth, taking a deep breath and sitting back down. He wasn't sure what the others would think about it; it was a borderline tall tale, but it had happened. Shifting in his seat, Wil glanced at some of the others and wondered what had brought the rest of them to the ruins of thirteen.

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¤ HOIST THE COLORS ¤ uprising Dec 23, 2013 6:09:53 GMT -5

Post by Anatra on Dec 23, 2013 6:09:53 GMT -5

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Joe Orca

And...

We sat in each other's company that night and for the first time after all finding one and other, we decided to share our stories. I was first, naturally. So I tell them. "My name is Joe Orca -" I'm interrupted, though I don't mind. "Orca? Why have I heard that before?" She says as I looked to her, some of her red hair falling over one of her eyes. The campfire we have lit illuminates her face. I smile at her, answering; "Because there's many families in District Two who are known for their loyalty. Thankfully I seen the light." I take a little laugh after that as all four of us, around the fire, know what we're here for. "So yeah, Joe Orca - District Two. Nobody knows where I've gotten off to. Leaving District Two is probably easier than it looks since there's a collective trust. Or at least it seemed like it. Peacekeepers everywhere, as always. But I managed somehow." I look over to the guy next to me, dark skinned with a shaven head of black hair. Brown eyes that the red-haired girl seems to like looking at. "What about you?"

"Name's Rocky. This is my sister as you've probably gathered. Me n' her decided to leave after a long talk with our parents. They were sick and tired of the Capitol's ways but had no means to fix it themselves. District Eleven is far too hectic for us all to get out safely. Me and Clara here managed to sneak out on a supply truck which we were lucky enough to later find out it stops at a resupply depot every so often in between Districts. If it wasn't for that we'd likely be in Ten getting carved with the cows." He takes a look at his Sister and I see their bond is close. "I'm sorry." I say to him, which makes his brows furrow with a bit of confusion. "About you family, it must be hard leaving them."

"It wasn't hard letting us go - they know we're heading for a better place. They are safer in the place they know best."

A little silence follows and I skip my eyes over Clara as she seems quiet, maybe shy. Maybe tired, it's night and we've been walking for a long time. I pass the turn to Sabrina who seems reluctant to share her story, more inclined to hear others, but the silent protest finishes after a minute. "I'm from Four, I'm not one of the careers. I watched them fight, though. It was ruthless. Our District is known for it's bond with the sea, but those people just wanted to stain it red." She seems angry, I try to change the subject for her; "Did you have family?" She looks a little soothed, but then sad. "Yes." She lets out with a sigh. "Not my Dad, he passed a while back - Capitol wouldn't help him when he had severe medical problems - but my Mother and little Cousin are still there." She lets out a vain smile - "Things will be okay for them, I saved them enough money and cashed in my share of tesserae before I left." This gets me curious - "How did you leave?" She ripostes verbally quite quickly, not so reluctant now - "Oh, easy. We just nipped for a 'swim' whilst Ewe Saw was in the finale - everybody was watching, so we were able to evade most of the traffic." My brows react to her words as I reply; "We?" A pause of uncertainty follows her for a moment; "Oh ... He didn't want to come with me. We weren't friends and it was awkward, so we split. I thought it was stupid but I wasn't going to protest." She smiles. "Then I found you guys, so that was me safe. Oh, I'm Sabrina by the way."

***

We had all met up be coincidence, we were all very close to District Thirteen after receiving our offer from Griffin, Sabrina didn't actually get the offer - she had just escaped on her own accord - I thought it wise to invite her myself rather than leave her to die in the wilderness. All four of use survived the journey out of luck and hardship. Clara and Rocky had each other, Sabrina had her friend, and I had a lot of provisions that I smuggled out myself. None of us had guns, we had no idea how to use them or how to find them - besides a Peacekeeper's pocket.

As we entered Thirteen, we realized how serious this business was. The surprise that Thirteen was this kind of place was in itself a surprise to all four of us. I found my head at angles as I looked around the walls, to people. They were real, it was real. I was really there. We looked rough, but we were in the meeting with all the other people. Griffin, who three of us had seen beforehand, was at the head of the meeting. Griffin introduced himself, and I was surprised to here my own District in among his places of residence. And he was a career? This makes me think back to my two cousins who I was close with in the District. They were both careers, and half the reason I'm out here is because I thought ill of their ways, and that way. Maybe they themselves weren't so bad.

Suddenly I find myself introducing who I am, where I'm from.

"I'm Joe," I leave out my surname, just in case anybody gets suspicious. It was a surprise that a District Four girl heard of the Orca family let alone fellow District Two people. "I'm from District Two. I escaped on my own, had some supplies, but along the way I found some people who I can now call friends. We survived. There were complications but we're not here to listen to them. I joined up because the scheme the Capitol has got going on in Two is brutal. Kids shouldn't grow up fighting - forgetting love and compassion. They should be cared for and raised. Not pushed down into pits to fight for a chance." I find myself going on a bit so I smile at Rocky who is next to me, and he begins to speak.

"Name's Rocky, District Eleven - Well, Ex-Eleven. I'm here with my sister Clara. She's fifteen and I'm seventeen. We left together because our families knew this was a better place. Thanks to Griffin this was all possible." He gives a firm nod to those around him as him and Clara leave the introduction to Sabrina. "And I'm Sabrina, also with the three just there. I'm from Four. A few years ago the Capitol refused to treat my Father for a terminal illness that we weren't sure about - we knew it would kill him - so did they. They let my Father die as an example. An example that we're inferior. I'm not, and neither are any of the Districts. We're all Human. That's why I'm here."

She takes a deep breath, letting the next person have their introduction.

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¤ HOIST THE COLORS ¤ uprising Dec 23, 2013 20:57:58 GMT -5

Post by knuckles on Dec 23, 2013 20:57:58 GMT -5

How does anyone call this place home? It's not home. It'll never be my home, yet it's all I know. I was raised in this terrible place. I was born into a corrupt world where I stood no chance of having a normal life. From the time I could walk, I was forced to work in the orchards. It's all I knew. I only knew how to work because that's what they forced into us. They brainwashed us telling us we serve the Capitol. I never knew life before the rebellion, and I would have liked to known. I wouldn't have to worry about my name being drawn from a bucket forcing me into the bloody arena, but it wouldn't be so bad would it? I could be free from my uncle's grasps at last. I could escape the district and return home dead. That's the best way. I'd be free from them. I wouldn't have to worry about anything else because I wouldn't be alive anymore.

Life hasn't gotten any better for me. The long hours I'm forced to work in exchange for little food, and hardly no money to survive on. Nobody would dare try to steal any of the harvest because being caught would mean a certain death. Either we do exactly as we're told or we suffer what most would consider a sweet release, being executed. I've watched it happen before, and it's a terrible feeling, but it's just like the games. The rules that have been set up for us are the strictest anyone could ever think of. Do what we say and we'll love you forever. Don't do what we say and we'll murder you right here in front of everyone. This is a dictatorship not a democracy. I don't know how anyone can be loyal to the Capitol. I don't see how the Capitol citizens serve the Capitol. They cheer for our death. It's all they know. I bet if they lived here where I do, they wouldn't be cheering for death. They would be wanting someone they know to come home alive.

If I was a peacekeeper, the first person I would execute is my uncle. I would shoot him straight in the face removing him from this world forever because he doesn't belong here. He deserves to be in hell because of what he's done to me. He's just like the Capitol. "Oh Darius. I love you so much, but I'm going to beat the living shit out of you, and you can't do anything about it." It's the same way each and every day. If I step one toe out of line, I'm done for. They think they own me. They think they can tell me what I'm supposed to do. They think they can tell me how to live my life, but they can't. I make my own decisions. I am my own person, and nobody can change that. Go ahead try me. I dare you. I'll put you in your place just like I did my uncle. I'll make sure you scream as I laugh in joy. Seeing others in pain makes my day. It's the best feeling ever to hear someone scream because I'm tormenting them. It's music to my ears. Just ask my uncle if you don't believe me.

It all started when I ended up in a fight with my uncle over authority. "I'm in charge Darius. You are my property. You will answer to me. You're mother gave you to me to raise you, and I won't let a little shit like you defy my authority." Most of the time I would break down and cower in fear, but that isn't me anymore. I'm not one to do that because I don't have to. I'm not afraid of him, or anyone in authority for that matter, but I stare him waiting for him to continue to speak. (It's rude to interrupt people.) When he doesn't speak anymore, I take my chance. I step my foot forward daring him to speak again, and the words flow freely off the tip of my tongue. "My dearest uncle, haven't you figured out anything? Haven't you figured out you don't own me? You may see me as a piece of property like the rest of the nation, but you have yet to learn. Nobody owns me. You think you may, but I'm in charge of my own life. Only I can make my decisions. Not you. Me. Now, it'll be best if you stop trying because you know I'm not afraid to make you scream."

His hand moved swiftly landing forcefully against my face. I run my hand along the cheek he just destroyed, and I turn to stare at him. "Darius, you've always had trouble listening to authority. I'm surprised the peacekeepers haven't executed you yet. You have no respect for anyone. You need to learn respect before you can go anywhere in life. Once you accept the Capitol loves you, your life will be so much better, but until then, I'll keep teaching you how to respect your elders." A large smile full of hatred spread across my face. I always find it amazing that my uncle never learns. He doesn't know what I'm capable of, and he teaches me like I'm a tiny child that needs to be taught lessons. I'm not that five year old kid that first walked into his house. I'm not that innocent little boy my mother left as his doorstep. I am Darius Faux, and I don't like to be told what to do.

"You will never learn. One day, I will be in charge. I will make sure that nothing ever goes wrong. I'll change the way people think. Go ahead hit me again. I don't care anymore. I have plans for you uncle, and trust me, I'm going to enjoy performing them very very much." I could feel the smile growing much larger across my face. His chin drops to the floor, and I know I have done well. I turn away from him so I can walk out of the ragged, run down house to leave him forever. "You'll see. I'll make something of my life. I'll be more than you expect. I'll show you I'm not just a piece of your trash. I'll find my place in the world, and it won't be with you because as soon as I make it in life, I'll make sure you are the first one I kill. I'll be able to get away with it. Remember that while I'm gone." I walk out of the house slamming the door behind me hoping I never see him alive again because it wouldn't bother me one bit.

My feet drag me slowly through the district as I plot my way to escape through the walls going unnoticed forever. It would be nice to never be seen again especially by the people that run this place. I'd much rather be dead than see these ignorant fools again. I have nobody here that cares for me. I have nobody that I want to care for me here. I'm tired of them trying to tell me what I can and can't do. I'm tired of it. Why should I care about what others think about me? They all care about my stupid uncle. I hope he dies. I hope he rots in hell because that's where he belongs. He deserves the harshest place in hell for the way he treated me. I never understood him. He promised my mother he'd take good care of me. He promised my mother to watch after me, but he broke those promises. My mother broke the promises she made to. She promised to be back in three days, but three days turned into thirteen years. It goes to show promises are meant to be broken.

Vans are sitting in a line preparing to haul the harvested fruits and everything else to the trains to be transported to the Capitol. All the peacekeepers are next to the sacks making sure they are evenly loaded into the vans. I sneak into the back of one that's opened and climb all the way to the back hiding behind the sacks that are already tossed inside. (Being tiny is quite handy at times.) More and more sacks are thrown in around me before the back of the van is raised. A large grins spreads across my face because I'm finally going to be free of the area. I'm finally going somewhere far away where nobody can find me. I'll be able to live my life how I want to. I won't have to worry about anyone telling me what to do anymore because I'm own person. People don't have to tell me what to do because I know what I want to do. I am me, and nobody can change that.

When the van comes to a stop, I wait behind one of the sacks waiting for everyone to remove them one by one to carry them away from where I'm hiding. I wait for the right moment before I carefully sneak out of the van not wanting a peacekeeper to see me. I'm not about to be shot while I'm making my escape. I'm not about to let them see me and destroy my plan that I thought of in less than two seconds. I need to be further away because anyone could have seen me hiding, but today is my day. I'm not worried about being caught because a bullet to the head is the best thing that could possibly happen to me right now. I crack my neck as I slide out of the van and sneak underneath it. I watch the peacekeepers as they stand around. I look all directions before finding a tiny ran down building next to where I am. I crawl out from under the van slowly dragging myself along the ground until I'm finally behind the building.

I wait until the train is loaded and pulling out of the station as the peacekeepers slowly fade into the background, and I see my chance. I run along the tracks trying being as quiet as I possibly can. I run through the iron gate that's blocking the train from leaving the station as it's starting to slam shut, and beyond that I'm free. I've made it out of the district. I made it out of the place I once called home. It'll never be a home though. None of this place will be home because home isn't something that's as corrupted as this world is. This nation needs to fall like the mighty nation before us did. I ran into the forest that surrounded the district. I ran as fast as I could away from the district into the unknown. I've been told to never travel in the unknown, but today I am. I'm getting as far away from here as I possibly can. I knew I could make it. I knew my uncle was wrong when he said I'd never be anything because I'm about to be the best thing there ever was.

I thought I had made the right decision until night fell. I would never tell anyone I was terrified, but hearing the sounds of the animals roaming around me was quite frightening. I climbed high into trees like I did when I was younger. I wanted off the ground, but most of the animals in this area could probably climb the trees better than I can. I found a branch to sleep on, but sleep didn't find me that night. I stayed awake looking for predators that want to get me. I wasn't sure if the peacekeepers would be following me because I left right under their noses. I left before they could even spot me. They'll never know I'm gone. I'm the most unnoticed person that lived in the district. Nobody cared about me. My own family didn't care about me, but it doesn't matter anymore because I care about me. I have made my decisions, and I regret none of them. It's actually quite peaceful being on my own for once without worrying what my uncle may try to do to me next.

The sun began to peak over the horizon signaling a new day. No emotions were on my face. I kept my face blank of everything that I never wanted anyone to figure out. I jumped out of the tree landing ungracefully on the ground. I quickly look in all directions to make sure that nothing heard me. A sigh escapes from deep within, but it's only a moment too soon because I hear a branch breaking behind me. I turn around as fast as I can preparing to find myself face to face with a peacekeeper, but it's not. It's a guy I've never seen before. He has no peacekeeper gear on, but I'm afraid to let my guard down. I'm afraid people will be hiding with him, and I have to be prepared to run. If my uncle taught me one thing, he taught me to never let my guard down. He showed me how fast things can sneak upon a person, but he never understood how easy it is for me to catch on.

I slowly began my journey to the ruins of thirteen. It was a long journey that I never thought I'd get the opportunity to take. Sweat poured from my brow plastering my shaggy hair to my face. It's a feeling I've always hated, but I never wanted to remove my hair. It shows who I am. I want people to see it because I stand out from the others. I don't care what they say. I'll never care because my mother always wanted me to have short hair. She always wanted me to look like that innocent child that needed all the help in the world. My hair is a sign. I'm not that kid anymore. I'm not that small boy I was when she held me in her arms. I'm not that boy she dropped off at her brother's house because she was too afraid to raise me. She hated me. She destroyed everything inside me. She is the one to blame. She's the one that placed me as property to my uncle. She's the one that told my uncle to treat me like a piece of shit. Thirteen years I begged for her to return home, but now it's too late. She deserves to rot in hell just like my uncle.

The first glance of what remains of district thirteen blew my mind away. My chin dropped to the ground because it really is demolished. It's gone like everyone said it was. I look around seeing several people gathered around including the guy I ran into. I stand beside them unsure of what to do. I've never been around this many people. I've never been one to want to socialize with others. Nobody cares what I'm doing. Everyone wants to treat me like I'm their property. It's like I'm a slave to the world unable to do what I please, but they have another thing coming. I watch as one by one everyone starts to introduce themselves. I want to laugh at them because they all have this huge story of why they are here. I don't have a huge story. Mine will be short and simple. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I wait patiently for my time to speak because it's not polite to interrupt people, but patience isn't something I've mastered.

Finally, it's my turn to speak before anyone else gets the chance. I can feel a grin full of hatred spreading across my face as I look at everyone that's gathered around. My tongue slowly slides across my lips as I crack my neck. "My name is Darius Faux." I've never been taught how to properly introduce myself, but the formalities doesn't matter to me anymore. "I'm from District Eleven." I look from person to person making eye contact with each and everyone of them. Letting them know I want them to hear me. I want them to know what I'm up to. "You want to know why I'm here?" I ask as I continue looking from person to person waiting for someone to acknowledge my existence because it's only the proper thing to do. I turn my gaze in the direction of the guy, Griffin, (I think that's his name,) and stare him straight in the eyes. "I'm here because I'm tired of people telling me what I'm supposed to do, and how I'm supposed to live my life."

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¤ HOIST THE COLORS ¤ uprising Jan 1, 2014 16:40:00 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 1, 2014 16:40:00 GMT -5

Colton quickly grows bored, grabbing his leaf and climbing out of my lap. He gives my leg a little pat and then ducks, crawling under the chair I’m seated on, and goes quiet. I assume that he’s had enough of the crowd and so he wants to sleep, and honestly that’ll be easier for me. With this big motley crew of rebels, I don’t want Colton to get mixed up with them – particularly the kid who has the swords.

(How the fuck did he get two swords? Why didn’t he get anymore smaller? I’ll wager he’s not very good at travelling efficiently in the wilderness.)

He states that his name is Mark Antony and already I’ve got a sour taste in my mouth (metaphorically speaking, of course). There is a young girl also attached to his hip and he introduces her as his sister. I do remember them, although it’s pretty hard to forget: I was there when we found Mark and Flavia and honestly I wasn’t very pleased with him. I’m still not, but at this point we’ll take any wanderers that we can convince over. He pulled his swords on us in the beginning and I immediately taking a defensive stance, pushing Colton behind me. The situation cooled down quickly though and Griffin delicately brought up the Uprising, to which Mark vehemently declined. He then took off and so did we. Apparently he thought otherwise afterward.

Mark’s hardly stopped to take a breath throughout the whole duration of his story. Towards the end I look down and see his sister’s eyes glistening. Poor thing; she reminds me of Colton, but she grew up in a district, not in the woods. Her brother just rubs me the wrong way. He’s got this wannabe authoritative air about him, like he thinks he’s an extremely valuable asset to the cause already. (He thinks he’s a martyr already and we haven’t even started.) My face twists into a dark scowl and I emit a low huff before switching my attention over to the next person who speaks.

I was honestly – and pleasantly – surprised when we found William. If my memory serves me correctly, he’s a kind soul. Not exactly talkative but definitely dependable and worth recovering. The scowl on my face softens while he speaks, taking a much different approach to explaining himself than Mark. I didn’t know much about Wil before so his short story comes as a surprise. It’s like mine to an extent, what with the joining of a gang and all, being supposedly the last member of it, but he wasn’t captured. Wil escaped by the skin of his teeth whereas I was caught and punished. I want to smile at him, I really do (because a familiar face and good intentions is a wonderful combination for something like this), but I can’t fight off the twinge of jealousy. He’s able to stand there, albeit uncomfortably, and speak. I can’t. I’ll do my best to not hold it against him, though. It won’t do us any good if I’m already forming grudges and Wil doesn’t deserve that.

He sits back down and then there’s the group of four friends that we stumbled across in the woods. They were all amiable so truthfully I look forward to hearing their stories. The first one, Joe, is from Two and has ideals that I can definitely stand by. Every reason he has to be here is actually a fantastic one and I’m surprised. (And he’s a career, too – he was brought up that way, fighting and being taught that his district is superior. Stereotypical careers are glad they have all the training but Joe’s seen right through the veil of naivety that everyone seems to have covering their face.) Then Rocky really captures my attention. I immediately am interested in him as soon as the word Eleven passes his lips. My gaze switches from him and his sister, studying their faces. I was so young when I left Eleven but the small hope that I may know them from anywhere in the district is still kindling. (School? The orchards? Anywhere?) Nothing stands out in my memory about either of them and the hope is quickly stomped out. I should know better, really; I only vaguely remember faces I saw every day there.

The next girl, Sabrina, takes the spotlight and once again presents reasons that I can agree with. (Well, so far so good. They’re actually pretty astounding. They have all the ideals you could really ask for in a rebel.) I give a very approving nod toward that group of four and then shift my attention to the next person. Darius Faux, and he’s also from Eleven. I straighten up again but don’t recognize him, much to my dismay. He brings a very fiery side to the group, especially after the humanistic and calmer motives of the group of four. I won’t put it against Darius, though; we definitely need someone a little thickheaded or else half of our plans won’t work. There’s definitely a stubborn air about him but we’ll work through that.

Everyone else stays quiet, keeping their names and motives to themselves.

No one needs to ask me why I’m here. The Capitol stripped away my dignity and reduced me to dirt, ripped out my tongue and left me for dead. I don’t need to write a word for anyone to figure out why I’ll put my meager life on the line for even the slightest bit of change in this hellish world. Not for me since I’m stuck in this rut of an Avox’s life, but for Colton. For Clara. For Flavia. None of them need to face a life in the wilderness; none of them should lose a hand in a fight simply for unknowingly crossing into someone’s “territory;” none of them should be forced to live outside during winter and lose three fingers to frostbite. I don’t want them to be left silent, a piece of scrap metal in the shape of a hook strapped to their arm in place of a hand, and only two and a half fingers left on the other one. Those three little ones don’t deserve the life I’ve been thrown into and I’m prepared to fight for that.

As I cast one last look around the room, I realize we may be able to pull something off. We’ll need to start small, of course, but there’s enough spirit in the room to last us a while. We’re far more motivated than the last band and I start believing that we actually may have a shot. We’re small, yes, but even the smallest thorn can irritate the biggest beast.

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