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|Don't Trust Me| (Underarmour) Feb 2, 2011 20:55:42 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Feb 2, 2011 20:55:42 GMT -5

Phoenix Medona

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Phoenix usually struggled with pre packaged foods. Usually, she only really ate berries from the small bushes she could find on the edge of the district or whatever raw food she could get from the store. Her mother, as crazy as ever, sat mumbling in the tent about something unintelligable. Phoenix, who was quite in her element with seeing her diabolical mother rub her fingers together in a scheme of some kind.

Phoenix knew that her mother was just another drop in the bucket. Everyone in this district was insane. Her included. She knew that at one point she was at least. She stalked someone... that raped her. She shuddered and eyed the small corner that was in her eye. A slight tear fell down her eyes, one tear sliding down her cheek. It caught in the light and made Phoenix a bit more weepy looking. She rubbed away the two crystal-glass tears and brought her hands back to her side.

Now, back to the prepackaged foods. Phoenix held onto the small package of crackers and gave it a tug. Failing, she pulled at the light brown paper packaging. She had finally caved in a week ago from not spending money. She wouldn't need those new binoculars if her life kept on spiraling as it was. Phoenix had finally caved into buying some salted crackers from the grochers and now was nibbling on the edge of them.

Phoenix had always liked salty foods, especially when she was younger. Well, weeks wise, but still. She would kneel in the bushes and be Phoenix. The normally apathetic, stalkerish Phoenix. Yet now, Phoenix was a bit scarred. She really didn't to think of the details of the encounter with Bear... it was a bit tragic and a bit hide-in-the-dark.

Thats why when Phoenix decided to finally go back into the woods to remember the slight interference that had thrown her off track. Curled into a slight ball, she had looked up to the sky and watched the leaves flicker with their green hues. She watched the sky as it branched out above her, she plucked mentally a leaf. She would remember waking up in this same way, watching the leaves show their true colors. The flecking that she caught in the corner of her eyes made her sit up, and grab the package of crackers that sat by her.

She was suddenly scared. By no means did she want to be raped again. "Uh, hello?" [/blockquote][/blockquote]

Last Edit: Feb 2, 2011 21:34:44 GMT -5 by peanutpie

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|Don't Trust Me| (Underarmour) Feb 3, 2011 20:55:23 GMT -5

Post by UnderArmor on Feb 3, 2011 20:55:23 GMT -5

In the past week Evan had gone from a normal, District Six boy who was just another kid to a boy that was in a way mentally damaged and had to hunt for his food. It was crazy turn in events that started a few days ago when his dad lost his job, along with alot of other workers at his office, meaning they would be poor and out of a home if they didn't act. They had to find another source of food, and fast.

So that was why he took Evan hunting, though only twelve, so he could learn how to help support them. As he learned how, Peacekeepers found his dad and not him and took him away, nearly killing him, until him and a boy named Mylies came to the rescue. But his dad was out of condition to hunt, so he had to do this.

And that was what Evan was doing on this snowy day. He had a decent haul this time, carrying as much as a 70 pound scrawny boy could carry, which was two rabbits and part of a deer in a bag, slung over his shoulder. He was very good with the bow now, and could easily support his family now.

The boy with blond, spiked up hair walked through the forest until he came upon a girl about his age, looking up at the daytime sky on this snowy day. He didn't want to be seen with the illegal hunted foods, but he would have had to be seen to pass. He casually said,"Um, Hi, I guess, I'm Evan Jackson what's your name?" He rarely met people his own age for some reason, other than Mylies the wanderer. He wasn't going to be too rude.

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|Don't Trust Me| (Underarmour) Feb 4, 2011 18:57:27 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Feb 4, 2011 18:57:27 GMT -5

Someone came to the spot where Phoenix lay, and as she tried to sit back up, her legs pushed into the slightly snowy ground. They left hollow indents where she slightly stood up. She was half standing, on her knees. The wet snow that melted under the body weight of her caught her off gaurd, and her knees slipped a little on the slick dirt floor. The jeans caught it slightly, the seam on them catching a rock before Phoenix finally straightened her back out, slowly sending her spine into little cracking sensations. She liked the feeling of being able to stretch. It had been quite suffocating when she wasn't able to navigate away from the squishing body of Bear... Oh god. Phoenix shuddered, slowly withdrawing herself.

Moving backwards, her subconcious pulled itself father back into her soul. Another male in the woods in the districts walls. She was sure she knew what was going to happen next. Well, at least in her terrified noise. Her mind slowly tried to turn into an alert mode, twisting itself around its own bane of existance. She would need to run. One, two, three, one, two, three. She scrambled up and looked around her, at the woods that were coated with white snow that glistened and crunched under your feet when you walked across the wood. How in the hell would she make a clean break? She pondered this with her eyes wide open and alert.

Phoenix finally mentally mapped out her escape route. Through the trees, north of her. Of course, she would be passing the person whos spiked hair looked unusually unnattural, especially for the district. Why would you care what you looked like in district six? Phoenix wore a blue shirt that she had found in a chest of drawers that her Mother had hoarded from years before. A pair of jeans she had had for a long time, and still brought memories of that fateful night, were slightly torn at the legs and had creases in them still. She hadn't brushed her hair since days before, so her hair looked like an untamed mess of unkeptness. Thankfully, she wasn't that much of a pessimist, because she'd be frowning on her appearance if she was.

All in all, she didn't care about her appearance. With careful steps, she finally stepped away from the person. "D-Don't you dare touch me."

Last Edit: Feb 5, 2011 2:08:49 GMT -5 by peanutpie

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|Don't Trust Me| (Underarmour) Feb 6, 2011 22:23:16 GMT -5

Post by UnderArmor on Feb 6, 2011 22:23:16 GMT -5

As this girl from the woods slowly got to her feet, she stretched out, which seemed normal enough for someone who had just been laying down in the woods. Wait, why would someone be laying around in the middle of the off limits woods. It seemed like a somewhat unnatural thing to do for someone who was not familiar with the woods, someone not, like, well, Evan. This perplexed him.

As she got up, she stared at him weirdly, and then looked around. Either she had no idea where she was or she wanted to leave, which seemed weird. He had just met her, and she was trying to run as if he was some sort of crazy burglar or maniac. Maybe he was.

The next thing she said almost made Evan laugh it was so ridiculous. She said,"Don't touch me," in a frightened way like she was scared. Evan, who was 4'6 and not even 70 pounds could hardly hurt an 8 year old, even if he tried. He asked,"Why would I touch you?"

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|Don't Trust Me| (Underarmour) Feb 8, 2011 19:55:39 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Feb 8, 2011 19:55:39 GMT -5

Thats when Phoenix saw the boy, the little boy for the second time. She shuddered. No. No. No. Her mind raced as she she moved slightly to the left. Her brow became sweat absorbing and she blinked twice. No. She was going to be raped again. She shook her head. No. No. No.

"Why would you touch me?" The word hung in the world for a little bit as Phoenix pondered this. Well, of course. She was going to get raped. Shuddering, she climbed into a ball on the side of her body, thinking silently. God.

Sighing, she finally admitted slowly "Just don't ask."

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|Don't Trust Me| (Underarmour) Feb 8, 2011 20:22:54 GMT -5

Post by UnderArmor on Feb 8, 2011 20:22:54 GMT -5

The words,Just don't ask," came out of her mouth, and Evan knew something was wrong. People didn't say,"Just don't ask," if they were all happy about something and it was a great event. They only said that if there was something wrong, if it had happened before. And putting two and two together, she was either beaten or raped.

He thought for a moment. Would it help if he asked? She must have had something wrong if she was sitting alone in the middle of the woods, when it was this cold outside. He shivered a bit, and said in sarcastic voice,"Well OK, I'm going to rape you right here and now.' He offered her his hand to get up, and asked,"What is your name?""