Bloodstorm [Cameo + Arrows]

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Bloodstorm [Cameo + Arrows] Dec 26, 2016 19:40:01 GMT -5

Post by kap on Dec 26, 2016 19:40:01 GMT -5

BLIZZARD O'HANA

The house burned down just a couple weeks ago, so all of it is still fresh in my memories. My parents dying. My older brother going off to live on his own. My younger brother being sent to a foster home different than the one I was sent to myself. All of it was too recent. I didn't care if I had only been in the foster home for a couple of weeks, I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I hated being there with so many other kids. It made me feel as if I wasn't cared about enough. My parents always gave us three kids unconditional love, so I wasn't used to being ignored, or, at least, not having as much attention.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not attention-starved. Sometimes I don't even like getting attention, as I'd prefer to be alone. When no one acknowledges me for a day or two, however, I get quite lonely and wish I had someone to be there for me. Before the fire, my parents would be there for me. Whenever they were busy, I'd always have my brothers. Now, it wasn't like that, though. If I couldn't get anyone to acknowledge me in the foster home, I thought that my best bet would be to go live on my own. That way, even though there wouldn't be anyone there for me, I wouldn't have to deal with anyone that I didn't like, and I wouldn't have to go through the struggles of being jealous of the other kids that got more attention than I did.

Therefore, when it was time for me to go to school in the morning, I packed my school bag. This time, though, it wouldn't be my school supplies in that backpack. It would be the few belongings I still had that I found important to me, as well as a change of clothes. I made sure I was ready before the other kids, and headed out the door. I told my foster mother that I was leaving early for school, and she let me leave. I began to head in the general direction of the school building, but made a detour when I was out of sight of anyone I knew. Diverting down a side street, I walked for about a half an hour. I didn't really know where I was headed, as I got into an area of the District that I had never been to before.

On my journey through the District, I began to feel like I was being watched. Had someone from my foster home noticed me and caught on to the fact that I wasn't going to school? No, they couldn't have. I took extra precautions to go a different route and avoid the way I knew they went to get to their destinations. Trying my best not to think about why I felt like I was being watched, I kept walking. That is, until I found out that I really was being watched. It was a sudden movement that caught my eye and caused me to look behind me. I tried to avoid what came at me, but I couldn't.

A girl had come out from the shadows and tackled me to the ground. How had I let my guard down? I couldn't have possibly been paying so little attention so as to get jumped like this! Hitting the sidewalk hard, I tried to get the girl off of me. She was too strong, though. That was when I realized who she was. I had finally gotten a good look at her face through the messy hair that had fallen in front of it. It was Keres Cheyne. Keres was a rotten girl. She bullied me at school not just verbally, but physically. I would often end up with a black eye because she punched me too hard. That certainly wasn't an unusual happening. I tried to push her off of me, but to no avail. She began driving punches into me, and I could feel as her fist made contact with my nose. Blood spattered and I knew she had broken it. I cried in pain, and called out for help, however, she put her hand over my mouth, trying to silence me. I struggled underneath her, but she had me pinned down. What kind of career was I if I couldn't break away from this thin girl?

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Bloodstorm [Cameo + Arrows] Dec 27, 2016 2:23:23 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Dec 27, 2016 2:23:23 GMT -5

Chaos

The peace of slumber is an event I'll never take for granted. In the turmoil of the Panem, it's a blessing in the only form of escape. Security cradles me within my sheets, accepting departure from my overprotective manners. And now that the Fears -who had once continuously threatened the pulse of my veins known as Siblings- have dissipated from these cruel lands, lengthier hours of dreams gifts my deprived eyes. Sleep would drag me into the late ticks of the afternoon if allowed, but of course such luck rarely occurs.

A moan mumbles from my exhausted lips in disapproval towards my gracious intruder. Perhaps Kaydence has been startled by night terrors once again, and it's my turn to comfort our Family's Baby? Except the crinkle of the Sun's rise brutalizes my sensitive irises, and the Blonde I care for dearly is yanking me from my stubbornly heavy spell. Certainly a kinder approach was previously given, but failed epically. When screams soothed me into shuteye during my innocent years, a lot is required to force me into conscious reality.

"Wake the hell up Chaos! It's time for school!" He taunts me, which automatically has me recoiling with a vicious retrieval of my blanket. Greatly disgruntled, I shift my laying position to where my back faces him in illustration of my disapproval. "Oh what are you, three now?" And to no surprise, he doesn't give. But shall I?

My usual bitter morning nature does not fret; and the infinite love I pertain for him lacks in my expression currently. "Frack off Lightning! You know I left that damn institution months ago! Go make me proud with your eduction, but let me sleep!" Is nearly begged for his cave. Often my hardhead prevents a change in my mindset, while each of my Siblings can easily alter this.

"And your month break is over! Get up buttercup!" He refuses to sway in his determination as to be expected. What am I to do? Somehow I've raised him to be even more stubborn then myself, which has surely backfired.

The blanket is draped over my head in hiding, rejecting this battle. Another mutter licks across my tongue. There will be no victory here upon my side, not without horrid rafts to follow. But perhaps I could comply to his desires, ease his fret, and then discover a strategy of being expelled. Or just maybe the prison won't accept my return in the first place.

Either way I slump into an upright position, with a deathly glare snapping towards my little Brother. "You hate me, don't you?" I question him in a crackly pitch. "Are you really going to make me do this?"

"Hate you no, live to annoy the living shit out of you? Most certainly, now get the hell up! Can't be a bad role model to your dear younger brother can you?" How he has a way of convincing me. A pat is given to his shoulder, before I lean upon it to gain a lengthy stance.

"I'll get you back for this..." I promise before etching my way towards the bathroom. "Now go make me some bacon if you really want me to go through this torture."

"I don't like bacon. But I'll make you some French toast." He debates with my dealings.

"Fine!" So much more craves to evoke, while I halt the argument there.

Preparation for this unruly task doesn't take long, as it usually is for me to be decently presentable. Minuscule makeup, pair of jeans & a shirt, and I'm unfortunately ready. With a deep need to punch a bit at the Career Gym prior to this horrific occasion Lightning demised, we depart before the others even break to the stairs. Minor conversations, and mainly silence, roams on our journey as I internally fume. Why must my Siblings have unmistakeable control over me? It's unexplainable, while it's also primarily something I'm accepting of.

Ruckus calls for our attention down a lonely street. What appears to be an unexpected brawl upon one greets our vision. It shatters of unfairness, and instantly draws us both. There's few altercations Lightning & I won't hesitate to disturb. And with an indecent pin suffocating a young teenage girl, we're both aware that we must intervene.

"Ready for a little fun, Lightning?" I rhetorically ask, knowing he'll probably be a step ahead of me. We dash towards the chaos that sings for our company. Instantly Lightning forces the Bully from the unknown Victim, and a knee-jerk reaction has me nailing her in the face. "Why don't you fracken pick on someone your own size!" It may no longer be fair for her, but it seems she deserves a taste of her own medicine. Again my knuckles aim, and dive for her features once more.

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Bloodstorm [Cameo + Arrows] Jan 24, 2017 16:40:24 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jan 24, 2017 16:40:24 GMT -5

BLIZZARD O'HANA

I thought I was in for it as Keres was pummeling me. Suddenly, though, Keres is tackled off of me by an older boy that I don't recognize, and a girl knees her in the face. Keres yells in pain, and eventually manages to tear away from her attackers- the ones who saved me. I am finally able to get myself up off of the ground, and I catch my breath. Then, I thank the two people who had intervened in the attack. I'm short of breath when I speak.

"Thank you so much. I don't know why she did that. I was just-" I try to continue speaking, but my asthma gets the better of my and I begin wheezing. Luckily, Keres hadn't managed to get my backpack away from me. That was likely only because of the two people who got her the Hell away from me. I quickly take my backpack off of my back and unzip the smallest pouch in the very front of the bag. Then, I remove my inhaler from the pocket, take it out, uncap it and take a breath from it. I wait a few moments before doing that again. I recap and put the inhaler back in my bag, zip the bag back up and look to my saviors once more.

"Again, thank you," I tell them. Then, I continue with what I had been trying to say before when I had my small asthma attack. "I was just walking and she jumped on me. She's never really liked me, so I guess I'm not all that surprised, to be honest with you. Sorry for troubling you."

I look at each of the two people that had saved me. There's one boy and one girl, both with light-colored hair. The girl is stunningly pretty, and the boy is quite handsome. It seemed odd how in tact they still looked after the little fight. They looked like nothing had even happened, or at least, that they weren't even involved. I, on the other hand, was clearly going to end up with some bruises from the pummeling the Cheyne girl gave me.

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Bloodstorm [Cameo + Arrows] Jan 27, 2017 20:58:14 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 27, 2017 20:58:14 GMT -5

Chaos

Merely a simple two punches were provided. A shriek of brutality sings past the Bully’s vocals. And with a lack of interest in the battle being unfair against herself, she’s attempting to flail from Lightning’s arms. A vicious laugh rewards from my own lips. This has been all too easy. Why must a picking of the weak seek after the unexpected, and be unable to handle such when it occurs to themselves? Either way we contain no interest in continuing the savagery as she probably would have; and Lightning releases her desperation. Like a dog with it’s tail between their legs, she’s off.

Instinctively there’s an urge to question the Fallen’s condition, but gratitude and attempt at an explanation scatters from her out of breath lungs before the opportunity arrises. And unfortunately the harsh dilemma begins to physically suffocate her in the aftermath. Concern drowns my features as I witness her struggling for a breath, and fumbling through her bag. Advice yearns to breach from my tongue, fortunately though she retrieves an inhaler that’ll assist much better. It’s at this moment that I notice the form of her bag, though overlook such until her wheezing subsides.

An innocent glance is directed towards Lightning, as our Company collects herself. Immediately it’s evident upon his expression that he’s suspicious of my plan, before I even fully conceive it. This is a pristine opportunity to escape from previous obligations. How can we possibly go to classes, when this Youngster clearly requires our guidance? But prior to actually vocalizing such, her voice carries once more.

“Don’t worry about it.” I reassure when she thanks us again. The reasoning for the attack is finally announced, though a bit insignificant with the matter of health still upon the fence. If the Bully returns in the future she’ll be of distasteful interest, but hopefully she’s been permanently scared off. And for now attention returns to that shape of our Stranger’s bag.

When it’s school supplies stuffing a bag it’s a neat outline that creases the luggage. It’s almost as if simple eyes are burdened by the weight of the hefty books residing within the fabrics. Years of packing my younger Siblings’ school bags made me keenly aware of this. I despised the heaviness that would balance upon their petite shoulders. And when we’d prepare for an optimistic runaway at raw ages, I noticed the different frame our bags would endure. This Youngster wasn’t trekking towards school, but performing an escape.

“It was no trouble.” I relieve her of the burden she may potentially be containing. “Ty might still be at the House. They know a shit loud of medical stuff. Wanna come over for a minute, so they can give you a look over, and make sure you’re okay?” Is offered, and soon after my eyes swipe over to Lightning for approval. This is obviously another that must join our orphaned Family.

An eye roll combs across his mental opinion. “I’ll go to the school and tell them there’s been an emergency, make sure they get your enrollment papers started.” He’s surely dissatisfied with my flee from returning to a warehoused education, yet accepting that this must be done. “I’ll see you two at Home in a little.”

“You’re the best baby Bro.” I tease him, before retrieving my focus back over to the Wounded. A hand is offered to aid her back to her feet, along with a gesture towards our path. “So what’s your name Honey?”