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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Aug 25, 2014 19:05:21 GMT -5

She let out a long sigh as she closed the door behind her. She was back in District 5 after having helped in District 10 and meeting the young man who survived when Sundra could not. It had been a stressful and tense few months, but Europa was determined to resume her life in District 5 and essentially move on. She didn’t have to work that day—the Blackwaters had given her the time off—and Europa wanted to do something worthwhile with her time off so she headed into town to take her mind off of troubling things.

It’s Tuesday, she mused as she followed the beaten path that lead past some of the oil refineries. It was a while since she last spent her Tuesday sitting on the grass, laughing and smiling and crying, but she had accepted that it was time to believe that there could be more to life than the people who had left her. For one, Io had survived yet another reaping and that was something to celebrate. But she keeps crawling closer to 18 and it won’t be until that year that I know she’s really safe. She knew her parents had the same worry, their eyes glancing at the calendar to see how many more days left until the next reaping. The curse isn’t real. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here either.

But the curse was the least of her worries as she heard a loud noise coming from the center of the town. Let’s check it out! was what a thirteen-year-old Storm would say as he held her eight-year-old hand and pulled her along towards the commotion. She would have gladly went with him because Storm is strong, he will protect me. Even if Storm wasn’t there, the younger, curious part of her wanted to know what was happening so she pushed past the crowd until it was so thick that she couldn’t move any closer. She bit her lip, going onto her toes but couldn’t see much more than some skin being flailed into the air every now and then. Europa pushed sideways, hoping she would be able to find a weak point for her to push past. But as arms started crowding around her and the pressure of people’s bodies kept pressing into her, she knew it was futile and pushed her way out.

It wasn’t until she broke through the outer ring that she was able to breathe again. Her eyes widened as she patted herself down to make sure all of her belongings were with her. If someone had stolen something, it must have been small and insignificant as she found everything she remembered bringing with her. Still determined to know what was happening, she turned to someone who was standing around and asked, “Do you know what’s going on there? I couldn’t see anything.”

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Post by Loony on Aug 25, 2014 20:07:17 GMT -5

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[googlefont="Marvel:400"]My head stays buried in the world of the books, without a single thing to yank me out of the grip of the words in front of me. I've brushed against more then a few people before I even look up. Instead I look up to see I'm in the district square. I can't see what exactly is happening due to my small stature, instead I get to see a sea of bodies and the brief lash of a bullwhip. With small jump I hear the sharp snap and a shout of the poor victim of the flogging. It pains me, to hear such despair and torment in someone's voice, to hear the violence, and to see the fact that no one is willing to step forward. Not a single soul is willing to stand up for the ones in agony, no one will ever stand up for some one in pain, no one will ever stand up for me.

I turn away from the scene in front of me, I turn away from the cruelty of my district, I turn away from it all. And I return to my book, I return to a land of make believe, I return to a land that lacks harm, I return to a land where harm does not exist. So I walk away. I like to believe that the world is not a place of hate, but scenes like the one behind me teach me otherwise. I try to walk away, but I hear a soft voice reach my ears.

"Do you know what’s going on there? I couldn’t see anything." I look up with a start, her face is kind, but she seems haunted in a way I couldn't possibly understand. It seems familiar, almost as if she is a long lost acquaintance, but I lake the knowledge of where I've seen her face. I am quiet, struggling to place her face and remember what she asked. They dawn on me at the same moment, the Wie children, the infamous sibling tributes from my early years. I only remember Sundra, as I was only 3 when her sibling was killed, but I also remember that she did particularly well and they interviewed her family.

"Its a flogging, I don't know who, but it sounds like its been going on for a while." The words come out of my mouth without a wobble, conveying some kind of confidence I do not feel. I look up at this girl with some kind of amazement, and mutter, "You're a Wie, right?'

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:| Fists and Curses |: {Rave/Puppy/Loony} Aug 25, 2014 20:18:51 GMT -5

Post by pup on Aug 25, 2014 20:18:51 GMT -5

Cameron had been walking through the streets, bored, as she does quite a lot. The small park near her house had been starting to get a bit boring. Plus Mainly younger kids were around there so she couldn't really relax or rest on the slide or the swings really. She never knew where the old park had come from.

Her teacher's said it was from the "Capitol's good will and kind heart." Last time one of her teachers said that there was a small, hallow chuckle that filled the room from people thinking about how wrong that was. The teacher didn't even get angry at them because that chuckle had been there for so long, she didn't care anymore really.

When Cameron had heard weird sounds coming from the square she had poked through to the front. At least tried to. The crowd of people were so dense she couldn't see anything up front. All she knew at the center of the people were the whipping polls and such.

She had only seen a whipping once before when she was little and had run crying away. There was a crowd like this then, but a tiny bit less large.

There was another girl, the age of eighteen or so Cameron thought, who was trying to ask what was going on.

"I think they're whipping someone."

Cameron said in her small whisper of a voice, terrified. "I'm not sure but the only other time I saw a whipping this is what was going on." Then she heard someone confirm it. Then she turned around. It was a Wie. She couldn't figure out how she knew about them but she had a nagging sense in her head.

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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 0:46:31 GMT -5

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I missed the open air of district ten - no matter where I went, it never fit my lungs the same as when I was knee-deep in grass figuring out actually working. I mean, I love clocks and wires and pianos and all that jazz as much as the next illegal nomad escorting themselves through woods and fences, but there's something different with working with something real. Wires always fit weird in my hands, and despite all its many functions Esrooke tried to force onto me, it'll never function in place of real life. Down in district ten, the sun burns into your neck so hard and the livestock never smelled exactly like lavender and most of the time you forget why you keep working, but sitting on those hills with the wind greeting itself like a friend and filling lungs with the draft of the trees is what I mean by life; it's what I mean by open air.

District two and four didn't have that. Four was like licking salt next to the piers and added at least five pounds with its fog it wore around his neck; two though, two wasn't quite as bad. People in two weren't as nice, with their whole career training schedules and stress, but it was breathable when I wasn't caught into the underflow of population. Even with all of its people's strength, Avalon was the only life I found in that entire place, in that old playground - he didn't follow me back into the forests either, but I'm almost grateful.

Through the forest, I found smog - pollution thick enough to stick into my throat, to rub between my taste buds with every breath. Through the forest today, I found district five.

It wasn't an exact entrance into the district - it never is - but it led into the streets quick enough, and I swore I stepped my size-eights back into district two for the crowd wallowing in its wake. With the same sense that the forest led me to district five and five led me to the crowd, I let the crowd lead me with it's underflow; I'm not a busy man you see, and even with my siblings and wires and clocks and maps in three, my home will always be the satchel on my back.

There's cracks between the colloquy and they're filled with cracks of whips and cracks of oil mills, between the cracks though there's life or fear, or both, and I can't tell which scares me more. Nearly each body was taller than me (I'm a lot of things, and short is not one I'm willing to accept) and the pavement of voices gave me words like 'flogging' and 'whip cream' and putting two and two together I'm guessing something generally unpleasant. The ones near me - some three girls - said it, and I have enough faith in what I've heard of district five and my judgement in putting faith in people to believe their words.

"You know," I start out to the boy next to me, my elbow resting on his shoulder, "I bet it's pirates up there doing this." It slipped through my shit-eating grin, right before nearly falling on my face as he tried to walk away - but I knew a lot about pirates from what me and Aceline made up, and if any of that child's play was right then up on that stage were definitely pirates. Or peacekeepers, one of the two.

"You're a Wie, right?"

At the sound of conversation coming to me, my neck cracked on beat with the whip as I face the voice: the one who said something about flogging (or maybe she was the whip cream one). My immediate response was going to be 'What's a Wie,' but that sounded a bit rude, so with a flick of my tongue I stare back at the girl.

"Actually," my voice contorting to match one of those regal, arrogant voices Esrooke used to read out loud to both me and my twin. "the name's Carnal," both of my hands fitted into my coat pocket's, with only a side's view on them as I face back to the stage I can't see. "Mr. Carnal."

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Aug 26, 2014 2:06:31 GMT -5

Europa took note of the girl who had responded to her, a young girl who looked surprised to see her. Of course, how was the young girl supposed to expect a stranger to ask her a question? Even so, the curious expression on the young girl’s face made Europa mirror the same face as she wondered what was so interesting that the girl kept looking at her. There was a moment of awareness, one that Europa could not match, before she explained the situation. A whipping? Poor thing. A certain panic started to rise in her chest as she wondered who it was at the center of the circle, yelling out pain synchronously with the sharp crack! of a whip. The young girl had said it had been going on for a while—was it Io in the middle? Europa hadn’t seen her all day and with school not being in session, Io could have been up to her usual shenanigans, the ones that cause me to worry about her all the time. She was about to make another effort to push past when another girl spoke up.

This girl was older than the first girl but no more courageous. Her voice was small, meek, almost as if it wanted to hide as well. This girl had mentioned that she had seen a whipping before which made Europa scrunch her eyebrows. She hardly came into town unless it was for supplies, and she had to admit that she couldn’t remember observing any whipping in her childhood. This whole situation was so foreign, so strange to her, that when the younger girl asked her if she was a Wie, she stumbled with her thoughts. When that young girl said her last name, her mind brought her to one of her earliest memories, to a time when Storm and Sundra had taken me outside to play. I was so young, barely past my third summer when Storm and Sundra were passing a ball back and forth. “Europa! Europa! Catch!” And the ball had hit me and I remember falling but not crying. I did not cry. And the looks on their faces were in shock and fear that I would start crying and make our parents mad at them, but I would not cry. All I remember is looking at them curiously. Their scared faces turned to laughter. “She’s a Wie, alright,” eight-year-old Storm had said. “She’s a tough one,” he told six-year-old Sundra as she giggled softly.

And with a blink she was back in the town square, a male voice joining the ~~party~~ group with what was a rather arrogant voice, but spoke humorous words. Her expression changed to one of amusement as a small smile crept up. She was thankful, thankful that someone else was able to diffuse the situation. She was also thankful that he did not recognize her or wish to confirm the other girl’s suspicion. It had been too long since she was last recognized as a Wie, and even longer since she was asked about it. She gave the boy a nod and said, “Mr. Carnal, it’s nice to meet you.” He looked like he had better things to do, but it didn’t look like he was getting a view any better than theirs.

She turned back to the younger girl and nodded. “I’m Europa, Europa Wie,” she introduced herself with a sad smile. “Have we met before?” she asked both of the girls. They looked too young for her to have met them at school, though it was possible that the older one was close to Io’s age. Her heart sank as she realized that the younger girl might have recognized her from the Games interviews, but she must have been too young for that, right? Both of them looked too young to remember anything about the 57th Games; the 59th Games were probably more of a blur in their minds.

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Post by Loony on Aug 26, 2014 17:00:36 GMT -5

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I try to step back when the other girl also responds to the girls question. She answers even more uncertain and quiet then me. "I think they're whipping someone. I'm not sure but the only other time I saw a whipping this is what was going on." Her voice is soft and innocent, yet I'm more than willing to let her be dragged into a conversation rather then me. I'm about to return to my book before an older boy approaches and drags me in.

I watch the boy, with a voice dripping with arrogance, join the conversation with ease. "Actually, the names Carnal, Mr. Carnal." I smile at his humorous response, and study him as he remains facing the stage while listening to our conversation. The older girl also smiles, a small thing that grows across her face. She responds politely to the boy, "Mr. Carnal, it’s nice to meet you."

I find it surprising, the girls curt and kind response to the boy. I remember the 59th games with surprising clarity. The 59th games are mostly a blur, hoever, I remember that District 5 had a great pair of tributes. At 5 I fail to understand what is occurring on screen, I do not comprehend the sprays of blood that dance across the screen. My parents tell me to cheer for Sundra, cheer District 5, so thats what I do. I do not understand why the girl lays on the ground bleeding profusely from the gashes painted on her body. I remember her interviews, the two siblings who flinch after each question the capitulate throws at them. She has returned her attention to me. “I’m Europa, Europa Wie."

I give a nod of remembrance. “Have we met before?” Her question holds a bit of hostility. Of course I must sound like a stalker of some sort. I panic, trying not to come off as a complete freak.

"No, but I r-remember the 59th. It's nice to m-meet you Europa, and you too Mr. Carnal. I'm Karina, Karina Willows." Suddenly I remember of the girl whose voice is even softer than silk, "Um... w-who are you?"

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:| Fists and Curses |: {Rave/Puppy/Loony} Aug 26, 2014 19:02:49 GMT -5

Post by pup on Aug 26, 2014 19:02:49 GMT -5

Aug 25, 2014 20:18:51 GMT -5 pup said:

The 59th Hunger Games. Of course! That's where she had heard the name Wie before. The 59th Hunger Games they had discussed in class because of the two noble district five tributes in it. Cameron had only seen it once when she was 4 or 5 or 6 or something. She didn't remember it that well and she wasn't one to rewatch hunger games. She would be the one who would take any chance even if it was to erase her whole memory, to get it out of her head.

Cameron also remembered who won it though. The boy from ten named Mace Emberstat. Last year one of her friends confided to her that she kind of had a crush on him because of his good looks. Cameron had said she was being stupid for liking someone that was a killer.

"My name's Cameron." She said, suddenly shy like always when she met knew people. She flinched as she heard another scream pierce the air. Why was she still here. She had found out what it was. Why wasn't she moving. Maybe to be polite. "It's nice to meet you too Mr. Carnal. That's a bit formal isn't it though?" She was wondering where she had heard the name before. Her family used to have been poor but her father had recently been elevated quite a bit in his work to Executive director of this power plant thing and her father wanted to keep up with all the 'middle class's and 'higher class.' Society.

Maybe she had heard him mention the name before.

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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 18:19:45 GMT -5

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("Mr. Carnal, it's nice to meet you."

"It's nie to m-meet you Europa, and you too Mr. Carnal"

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Carnal,")

They all responded to me just alike - politely, one with a smile, one with panic and one diffident like my sister but laced with the name Cameron. The three were strange considering the event that ensnared us, with their talks of Wies and whip cream, but between the cracks and dialogue rising through the air I'd choose their chit chat more any day. Besides, at least they were polite enough as I grinned back to the taller girl, Europa. The third in our little posse, Karina, was eyeing her up; Europa and her last name. "Wie..." I practically whispered into the guy in front of me's brown jacket, and I eyed up Europa and actually got it.

"Never heard of em," the phrase slipping through a dumb smirk and dimples and the shrug of my shoulders, but I got it - the whole tribute thing, as soon as I thought over Karina's words, as I thought over the expression on Europa's face. ("No, but I r-remember the 59th.) Back then I was barely eight and counting on my fingers just the same, but I couldn't pick her relative out of a crowd if I had to. Never would Esrooke let me pay any attention to the games - neither me or Aceline - and I was just as tentative then as I am now, so I knew the games as well as I knew how to navigate district two.

But if I knew anything, it was that death didn't define anybody; I was defined by the things I love, and Europa shouldn't be defined by the ones who share her last name. Mr. Carnal was my dad, and my dad wasn't anything but dead to me so I wouldn't know much about losing anybody but my mom; Mr. Carnal was also Esrooke back in three and I wasn't much like either of them.

With another crack I flinch in time to skip over Cameron's eyes, quiet under the crowd but in another universe I'd be too. There's life behind her eyes though, and through those I see her like my mother saw me before she died, or as I saw my sister before I left - scared. 'Mr. Carnal,' was a dead man back in three, and I was anything but.

"You can call me Spades," I said with eyes like my father.

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Aug 28, 2014 3:29:46 GMT -5

The younger girl confirmed her thoughts as she brought up the 59th. That is an impressive memory, Europa had to admit. She sounded extremely timid and Europa wondered if she had scared off the little girl. She didn’t think the question she asked was particularly formidable; perhaps it was the atmosphere of the whipping that was antagonizing the young girl. Europa didn’t like it much more than Karina, but she had seen and heard far worse in her twenty-some years. Then, Karina asked the older girl who she was and Europa turned her attention to the other meek girl.

The other girl introduced herself as Cameron before flinching just as the scream from the center of the crowd reached their ears. All of them had addressed the young man, using the formality that he had introduced himself with, and Europa couldn’t help but tilt her head as he said that he had never heard of the Wies. He looked younger than her, but not by much and if the younger girl knew who she was then it couldn’t have been an age thing. Though, there was also the possibility that he had been sheltered as she had from the Games. When she was growing up, although it was mandatory to watch the Games, her parents and older siblings had done their best to keep her from the screen—until one of their own was in that screen and it became too hard to avoid.

It was a bit refreshing to hear someone say that they didn’t recognize the name. Although their deaths had been so long ago, they had still made it far in the Games and many in District 5 were able to recall the name, if not a memory of them. Granted, it wasn’t as easy to access anymore and even I have trouble remembering but when she said her last name, it usually obtained a slight reaction. Maybe he’s not from District 5. It wasn’t the most common occurrence, but there were people in District 5 who weren’t born and raised in the district, especially with the industry change that had occurred over a decade ago.

The boy then gave them another name to call him by, one that rolled off the tongue easier than his formal title. “Well, now that we’ve all met, why don’t move somewhere else?” But I do want to know who the poor victim is. Is it someone I know? Someone I can help? If it’s not Io, maybe she could help this person heal. Oh, those cries are so loud. If she had a choice, she would have tried to reach the person in the center—Storm wouldn’t have left them alone—but she could tell the younger girls were feeling uncomfortable and she just couldn’t read the boy. As she tried to understand what he was thinking by looking at him, she could hear shouts from the crowd and her attention diverted to the soft buzzing of angered people.

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Post by Loony on Aug 28, 2014 12:01:26 GMT -5

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The other girl introduces herself as Cameron. Cameron flinches as there is another loud crack and a shout. Its becoming more and more clear that there is an unrest growing within the crowd. The boy who introduced himself as Mr. Carnal changes his name to Spades. Spades Carnal, seems like something out of a book, a name that only exists on text. I smile as I picture him as something out of one of my books. That same grin is quickly replaced by a glower as there is yet another lash unleashed.

Part of me wonders exactly who is being whipped and what they did to deserve it, another part of me wants to run far far away until I can't hear anything from this damn square. I briefly wonder if I could possibly know the person getting this punishment, but my family is a group of outsiders, and the likelihood they have gotten into so much trouble as to deserve a whipping is unlikely. There isn't much to my family, and we prefer to stick to ourselves. I try to ignore the scene happening behind me, instead I focus on these three people who seem to actually care about me.

I try to ignore the hate I 'm feeling for everyone in this district. I try to ignore the fact that almost everyone here is more then willing to allow for the hate to continue. I try to ignore the slowly growing disinterest of the district, and the fact that the entire country is willing to allow the death of 24 children. It slowly dawned on her that these people around her most likely don't care about the person being whipped. Spades was more then willing to watch the entire thing play out. But I ignore the mistrust and try to believe in the goodness of people.

I study each of them, before Europa suggests we move out of the square. I look back at the crowd. They seem to grow more and more angered after each crack of the whip. It clear things are going to turn for the worst and its best we aren't there for it. I try not to watch the whip over the edge of the heads of the crowd, but it entrances me. Each brief flash of the leather is followed by a shout-less snap, suggesting the victim has passed out from the agony of the whipping.

I nod toward Europa, and mutter "Yeah. Can we go?" I turn towards Cameron and Spades, so different in size and demeanor. I slowly being to back away from the square, trying to get away from the sharp lashes being delivered to an unaware victim.

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Post by pup on Aug 28, 2014 16:13:28 GMT -5

Cameron felt uncomfortable under Mr. Caral's gaze. It felt odd as if he was looking at her and looking right through her at the same time. Then he said she could call him Spades. Then another crack of a whip and another cry pierced through the air. Cameron flinched again. How is the person at the center still awake.

She hated to think what it must feel like. She heard before in class when they were learning what happened to rule breakers that they get whipped until they faint from pain and blood loss and then they stop and let you bleed until your almost dead. She shuddered thinking about it.

"Yeah let's go, and quickly please." She says in response to Europia and the other girl who she forgot the name of. She backed away with them and looked at Spade. "Are you coming?" She asked meekly. It was OK if he stayed and watched but Cameron wanted to be polite as possible.

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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 22:29:49 GMT -5

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Esrooke wasn't always the best brother, but at least I can say he taught me a couple things. He taught me about Ripred and its wonders - he taught me about faith and about justice - and he taught me how to be kind without ever being polite himself. Of course, I learned some things myself throughout the three years I've been on my own, like how to be my own being, so I know pretty well of who I am, you see. And with my heart on Ripred and my mind on my own being, I've known I'm too trusting for my own good since I was a kid, but these three girls next to me I trust like any other.

One of the main things my brother taught me though, was that Ripred works in weird ways, and to never lose faith; so I'd bet against the man on the stage being a good person - only crooks and villains are punished, so he can't be too great. I've never been to a whipping though, not one I can think of at least back in three or two or ten or four, and even though I know I'm safe in this crowd I'm not sure if I'm a fan of them. It smelled faintly with iron, and the man next to me started sweating pretty bad a little bit ago.

I wouldn't wish that on anybody I don't think, to be the one up on that stage instead of in the crowd. In all honesty, I appreciate the crowd more than I wished, and it almost made up for the flinches and cracks that ate at the atmosphere. It's odd to think that we're all out here due to only curiosity though; all besides the person up there who I couldn't even see. They must be lonely even in this swarm, and I realized that I honestly know nothing about the sole reason I'm here, why I'm next to these three and this one sweaty guy to my right; besides loose names, I honestly know nothing about these three.

("Well, now that we've all met, why don't we move somewhere else?"

"Yeah. Can we go?"

"Yeah let's go, and quickly please.")

Resting on my tip-toes, I tried to find a glimpse of this person - the pirate, the whipped, whoever is on the stage. Perhaps with at least one look I'll know who they are, but what're the odds? Existent, so I tried to see at least. I'm tall for my age, I like to think, but even with these extra inches there was still no hope; except, I couldn't leave without actually knowing. In a way I thought it'd make sense with my open mouth trying to find a way between these heads to see the stage, it'd satisfy my curiosity at least.

"Are you coming?"

"Uh," I didn't want to leave that person alone, I swear it, but I didn't want to be alone either. In the end I'll always be just as curious if I'd manage to see its face or not.

"Yeah," I wasn't quite sure why I wanted to go with them - these three girls I barely knew - but I've always been too trusting for my own good.

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Aug 30, 2014 16:30:24 GMT -5

Karina sounded ready to go, which only made sense as the buzz that Europa had heard earlier kept growing as if there a host of bees surrounding them. Europa could hear an even greater sense of urgency in Cameron’s voice. Yes, she would have to remove these girls from this situation. Even if she had just met them, a part of her wanted to protect them from the harsh realities of the world that they lived in. They are too young for this, she thought to herself before realizing that she had been their age, if not younger when murder flashed in front of her eyes. But if they had been Io, she would have done the same thing. She had to protect them like Storm and Sundra protected me and get them away before they were hurt too. She nodded fervently before Cameron asked Spades if he was coming as well.

However protective she felt over the young girls, she didn’t worry over the boy so much. He looked like someone who could take care of himself in case a situation did erupt into a mob. Of course, it was only polite to ask him if he would join us as they had essentially managed to rope him into the group. Still, Europa had the feeling that he would have been alright trying to see what was actually happening. Curiosity was an interesting trait and one Europa only understood too well.

Spades didn’t answer right away and Europa was so certain that he would decline, whether politely or not. However, when he answered with the affirmative, Europa didn’t mind the extra company. It seemed like the other two girls didn’t mind as well and if anything, Europa welcomed his personality. It would do no good if everyone in their group was filled with fear and anxiety. “There’s a spot towards the edge of town. There are some benches by a building. How does that sound?” she asked the group, not wanting to take them somewhere that they didn’t want to go. Just like coaxing an animal to the trough, as Storm would always say. You can't force people to do things.

She looked at the two younger girls again, worried that their nervousness was too much for them. “Are you okay? We can stop by a shop if you don’t want to walk so far. I’m sure the storeowners will be okay with taking us in case a mob does break out.”

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Post by Loony on Aug 30, 2014 18:06:54 GMT -5

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I try to ignore the unrest brewing in the crowd, but it was becoming an undeniable presence, making itself known in the worry in our voices. Cameron was more than willing to come with Europa and I before politely asking if Spades would be joining us on our journey away from the crowd. I suppose there was some kind of connection forming between us, but in all honesty, I didn't expect Spades to agree to come with us.

He seemed like some one who would be more then willing to make small talk, only to turn around and never think of you again. Spades surprised me, seeming to show a form of kindness in his own way, but I was pleased to see he was willing to join us. As the buzz of the crowd grew into a furious grumble, I nodded and let a small smile of gratitude towards Spades, before focusing on what Europa was saying.

"There’s a spot towards the edge of town. There are some benches by a building. How does that sound?" Europa's voice was not as firm and certain as I expected it to be. I smiled, trying to ensure her that I would be pleased with wherever we went, but she turned towards me with concern, "Are you okay? We can stop by a shop if you don’t want to walk so far. I’m sure the storeowners will be okay with taking us in case a mob does break out."

I was giddy with excitement that this girl I just met was actually concerned for me, something no one has shown for me in years. My parents were too distracted to notice or care fore me, my siblings were lost in their own world, and my friends were nonexistent. The older girl, who has faced more pain imaginable, is kind enough to ask if I'm okay. I know I probably won't run into any of these people again, and I know that this entire conversation is more of a courtesy than anything else. When you know that no one ever cared about you, its hard to keep on going from day to day, but the small things like this tell me that I'm not invisible. I almost break into a grin before remembering where we are.

"Yeah, I'm okay, a little nervous but okay," I try to give her a reassuring smile before giving up, smile replaced by a frown, "This just sucks. I don't mind walking a little though."

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Post by pup on Aug 31, 2014 5:32:24 GMT -5

Cameron felt a bit nervous following them. She had only just met them, but she was sure she was OK. She doubted that any of these people could do much harm to here most likely. "Um... ok." She said to Europia. "That sounds nice and a walk is ok."

Cameron actually really liked walks. She had often gone on them around the part of the district they were in an really knew a lot about it. She thought she knew the area where Europia was talking about. But she wasn't sure. If it was a knew place it might be interesting she thought.

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