.::[[A New Beginning]]::. {The Uprising}

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.::[[A New Beginning]]::. {The Uprising} Dec 6, 2010 12:39:49 GMT -5

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Post by Meeka on Dec 6, 2010 12:39:49 GMT -5

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Time waits for no one,
So do you want to waste some time,
Oh, oh tonight?

To say that I am frustrated, is a severe understatement. In fact, I am considering just leaving the Uprising, if I did not feel like I owe it to myself and to Devroux. With a frustrated sigh, I leave the childish squabble that had formed, well-aware that no one has been paying any attention to me, and return to my spot in the background, next to Devroux. It isn't that I feel as if I am above fighting, it is just that my upbringing taught me that issues can be resolved just as well through talk and logic. Clearly, the initiates here have absolutely no idea what logic or verbal communication is. Trudging back, I stuff my hands into the pockets of my worn labcoat and throw Devroux a look that acutely portrays my irritation at the situation.

Gritting my teeth, I survey the room and the people with a practiced cool, psychoananalyzing them and their behaviour without them being aware of the fact. It is something that I tend to do subconsciously, a trait that my natural silence and observing personality brought with it. But no matter how much I try to twist the situation, to somehow make it shine in a better light, the task that stands before me seems an impossible one.

They are all acting like prehistoric animals. It bugs me that no one is being at all rational and more so, that there is a lack of trust in one another. It is that what is grating on my nerves. When one of the girls actually physically attacks a much younger girl, accusing her of being a spy, my anger finally ebbs over the surface. I step away from the stone wall that had until then successfully been keeping me nicely hidden, pushing away from it and walking over to Griffin Tucker's side.

When he had appointed me for the job of Counselor, I had expressed my doubts but finally agreed with him that I would be best for the job, taking my relative patience into consideration. But this... I do not know if I can deal with such savages. Not with people who put their self-righteous moods before the good of the group. This "look after number one" attitude that the many vibes around the room are sending me, just does not agree with my own views of a group. This is supposed to be an organised group of rebels, but at this rate it is much more likely that everyone is going to off each other, even without the Capitols help.

"Griffin," after a short pause, I continue, "why aren't you doing anything? You're the leader after all." So maybe the accusatory tone at the end of my statement was a little too much, but I could not help it. "Look at them," I say tersely. "Do you really think that they will know how to hold together and keep the rebellion strong, without falling to pieces themselves? They may think that their aggressive perseverance shows strength, but they're wrong. Before we can even begin fighting the Capitol, we have to learn how to trust each other."

I don't abhor fighting. I'm perfectly willing to kill, if there is a reason for me to do so. What I don't agree with is the irrational use of violence. I do not consider violence to be particularly daunting, in fact, I believe people who act aggressively to be weak. To hurt a fellow human being is easier than most people believe, and I feel that for most it is far easier to lash out at others, for fear of showing weakness, than to emphasize or to trust, to resolve matters in a peaceful, intelligent manner. It does not do to have weak people in a group of rebels and I hope that Griffin will see it in that way as well, because those who use violence for violence's sake are actually the weak links to a chain because underneath all of that distrust and hate, they're all broken souls.

I narrow my eyes at Chambers. I hope that I can have a counsel session with her at some point, she seems interesting. I smile sweetly at her before turning my attention back to Griffin. "This will be more difficult than I had originally anticipated, Griffin."

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.::[[A New Beginning]]::. {The Uprising} Dec 19, 2010 14:36:22 GMT -5

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Post by chaseee on Dec 19, 2010 14:36:22 GMT -5

i'm finished making sense
done pleading ignorance
that whole defense

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A slight pull on the fabric of my sleeve, the feel of fingers brushing the exposed skin of my shoulder, and I'm at once ten leagues out of my comfort zone. The familiarity of the gesture, no matter the well-meaning intentions behind it, leaves goosebumps on my flesh, raises the hairs on the back of my skin. And, even though my heart screams it's dissaproval, my mind wanders from the present, and enters the past. Enters my Hunger Games, once again.

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The Anthem's end brought complete and total darkness, something I might not have minded if back home, where I knew I would be safe, under the careful protection of my family. Now, under my current conditions, it brought only a tight-wound fear. Instability.

Though I regretted doing so, I turned around, and made the slow descent back into the underground caverns that had been our, meaning myself and the twenty-three other tributes, home for little under six days. Six days. I had spent six days in a hell so vicious, so demented, I feared that even if I made it out, I would be inable to see the world in the same way again.

As I approached the spring, I found myself once again stripping myself bare of the Capitol-produced clothes. Where they had once been a dark brown, they were now stained red, from both my own blood, and the blood of numerous others. Thinking of the deaths I myself had dealt out, my hands nervously found the mediocre collection of knives sheathed at my belt. They were of mixed types, some made for throwing, others for close-range combat.
When finally all that was left of the gruesome marks was a pink tint, I pulled the fabrics back on, rejoicing as the cold droplets of water dripped along my figure. The spring provided some sort of releif from the constant heat, and I found herself visiting the water source persistently, no matter how high the danger.

Leaning back against the hard rock formations behind me, I allowed my eyelids to droop closed, lazily. It was only seconds later that I fell asleep, and woke with a start only minutes later.

A sole shadow played on the walls, shuffling footsteps echoing throughout the cave as whomever it was approached. The way he or she approached suggested they no longer cared if they were found, as long as death came rapidly. So it was only with breif hesitance that I decided to leave my blades in my belt, not seeing this particular person as a threat any longer. My beleifs were confirmed as he made his way into my veiw.

It was the male from District Nine, a mere twelve years old. He had been a weak competitor, though he had made it this far, which said something about his will. The look in his eyes nearly broke my heart. It was obvious he had given up. Had lost hope on ever emerging from this hellhole. When seeing me, his eyes widened a bit, and his procession faltered, though refused to stop completely. In a few moments, he was standing before me, his dark blue eyes looking down on me, almost in a plea.

Cautiously, I struggled to my feet, closing the distance between myself and the child. With difficulty, I managed to pull the corners of my lips into a grim smile.

"You alright, Evergreen?"

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Cold fingers tap-danced on my spine, sending my body into a fit of shivers. I had buried the memory in the dark abyss of my mind, never to be found again, yet here it was, sliding through like it had occured only yesterday. And it was all because of a stranger. Rage replaced uncertainty, though I was unsure if it was directed at this woman or myself.

I suddenly felt reckless and daring, two traits that I knew from personal expierence did not go well together. "You bitch!" Incoherently, she found herself curling her fingers into a tightly-wound fist, bringing her arm back, and swinging. It was with a very gleeful delight that she punched Ms. Jean in the nose.

spinning infinitely
boy the wheel is spinning me
it's never ending, never ending
same old story

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.::[[A New Beginning]]::. {The Uprising} Dec 20, 2010 18:01:11 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on Dec 20, 2010 18:01:11 GMT -5

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One minute I held the key,
Next the walls were closed on me

For a time, the room seems to become silent as we begin to help each other up. But then, there's suddenly an influx of new people, each of them introducing themselves with their own unique statement. I honestly thought that we would have a go-around or something like that, that everything would be all nice and orderly. Then, perhaps we would all sit down for a spot of tea!

Nah, I'm kidding about that last part, but still. I mean, Griffin's an adult, right? When I had joined the Uprising, I had assumed that he knew what he was doing. But then again, the Uprising had always been a distant rumor, something that could never possibly happen in such a large country like Panem. We'd be crushed easily, our forces hung up against the mansion walls, etc. But now, it's no longer a dream. It's a nightmare. Yes, it's real. The rebellion is real, and it's started now. But we're not ready at all yet. We need more training, and people need to shut the hell up and listen to their superiors.

Sighing, I look around at the motley crew arranged before us. Taking a glance at Griffin, I slowly rise up, my shoulder still lightly on Chamber's shoulder. Why, I have no idea. Maybe for... I don't know, support or something. Yes... we are most definitely a sight to behold - thirty or so teenagers all riled up on adrenaline and not enough sleep. There aren't even enough of us to take over a small Peacekeeper Station in 12, for Pete's sake. Not to mention the fact that each of us will flip out a knife or two at the slightest annoyance, we're very very very unprepared.

I don't even know why I'm here at this point in time. For some reason, I expected it to already be set in motion, the Uprising that is. I don't know, I guess that I felt that we wouldn't need to do a lot to help these guys fight against their own country. They had incentives after all: to free their families from the poverty that enveloped most of them (although that District 4 girl wasn't really looking very impoverished), to stop the corruption of the government that loved to feed on fear, and most of all, to stop those wretched Hunger Games.

I must have been wrong. Not everyone's serious and dedicated to every single thing that they do. After all, people do like to joke around once in a while. However, that doesn't mean that they can go and talk and fight whenever they feel like it; especially during one of our only important meetings that requires every single person to pay attention. Well, I think that this is the meeting that we're talking about this, but Griffin stated that it was a party of sorts, so...

Yeah, I expected too much. They're too excited for the prospects to come. But perhaps... I'm not sure, but maybe if we could channel into those dreams of theirs, they'd listen more, you know? I mean, once someone has become sure of what they want to do, they act on it, for the most part. Yes, this is an alright plan. Not an extremely detailed one, but a vague blueprint of sorts. Reality swoops back in on my thinking though, as I hear somebody talking.

Hmm? Our base? Well, yeah, the position isn't the best, but the way he said it is a tad bit annoying. So I turn towards him, and I'm about to make a retort when I hear a scream in my ear, like literally in it.

So I turn, to find myself being punched in the nose by none other than Annalise Chambers. Backing up for a second, I hold my hand over the affected area, feeling hot blood dripping through the nostrils. I can feel the pain, throbbing and pulsating to my heart beat. My fury rises, and I'm about to simply go all animal on the girl, when a thought pops up through the haze of pain and anger.

Show them what you're made of.

Wiping the blood onto my shirt, I look at her, an icy cold stare.

"You, Chambers, need to be taught how to listen to your superiors."

So with my fist raised, the hand soars towards her cheek, the other hand holding the switchblade, which isn't armed yet. Yet I know that there is a greater chance of hell freezing over than of me not using this thing on her sometime.

So bring it Chambers, show me what you've got.

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.::[[A New Beginning]]::. {The Uprising} Dec 20, 2010 21:50:33 GMT -5

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Post by semper on Dec 20, 2010 21:50:33 GMT -5

It's really quite amazing what you can tell just by looking someone in the eyes; sort of like an entire conversation in a matter of seconds, though only through emotions. A lot of things can be understood when unspoken -- you don't always need to talk to communicate. But when you're an Avox, the amount of time it takes for you to be able to portray your side of things with just gestures and expressions, it's really excruciatingly painful.

When Ariana turned to look at me, I saw in her eyes the same irritation that was nibbling away at me. I don't blame her for being so upset over this whole situation; why the hell was everyone turning on each other? It was ~~Madniss~~ madness the way that even the slightest gesture was provoking such awful outcomes. All this anger, this fighting, this senseless need to prove yourself for one reason or another -- none of it mattered. But everyone else didn't seem to be seeing things the same way I was.

And you know what the worst thing was? They all could blabber on to one another, sparking God only knows what, and here I was standing in the back, unable to do anything about it all unless I physically intervened. It really sucks not being able to talk.

I watch then as Ariana goes off, I can't help but wonder how I ever got sucked into all this mess. I don't even remember exactly where I had met Griffin, but I jumped at the opportunity to get back at the Capitol for the hell they've put me through by cutting out my tongue. I can hardly eat, hardly swallow, can't taste anything, and for crying out loud, I can't even lick anything ~~in a completely non-perverted way~~. I'd love to just get my hands on a Peacekeeper, or any high ranking Capitol official for that matter, I'd rip out their tongues with my bare hands and shove it down their throats. Maybe I'll even sew their lips together with some kind of iron thread (and if they don't make string like that, I'll make it myself) because I've heard about them doing that to some Avoxes -- just not with iron thread, though...

Ariana's little speech to Griffin really hit home to how frustrated I was with these people. It's that kind of irritation that once it nags at you, every little other things just sets you off. I know for a fact that my face was probably displaying my sour mood like words on a page, but again, I couldn't yell at them or do anything.

But then -- what the hell? -- what's-her-face swung a fist at the second-in-command, nailing her in the nose, knocking her backwards. Seriously? Are they still fighting for stupid and petty reasons? And what really had the SIC done other than trying to talk some sense into people? I had had enough; I just couldn't take it anymore.

I absentmindedly began sounding a low growl as I left my quiet spot on the wall, heading straight for Annalise Chambers. Screw the fact that she's a victor; screw the fact that twenty-three other people died so she could be where she was today; screw the fact that she could probably kill me if she really wanted to -- I was fed up with her snobbish attitude of "You can't tell me what to do".

So when I reached where she was, I reached out in an attempt to grab her wrist, hoping that I could, in the only way I could, try to stop Annalise Chambers from striking out at anyone again. She needed to stop attacking people so we could actually get things done here. Only thing was, maybe reaching out to try to grab her wrist wasn't exactly the smartest move since, you know, she had the instincts to keep herself alive in the Games.

Yeah, it sucks not being able to talk.

((Wasn't sure if I was allowed to intervene, so if you don't like him stepping in like that, I'll change it. :3 ))

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.::[[A New Beginning]]::. {The Uprising} Dec 27, 2010 4:31:57 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Dec 27, 2010 4:31:57 GMT -5

I'm an idiot for thinking that I could change anything about any of this. I can't help the country because this group of miscreants can't control themselves, and I can't help them either because all they ever seem to do is fight. Do they know anything about peace? You can't achieve peace in an entire country if you can't achieve peace within a group of teenagers with wild hopes and even wilder impulses. It's common sense, and yet it doesn't matter. No one here is seeing any sense at all.

And I can't control this situation because I can't even control myself. Whatever smooth, disciplined person my parents attempted to make me obviously doesn't exist. Sure, I can handle myself in simple situations, but this? This is insanity, and for once in my life I have absolutely no idea what to do. I'm the leader, and isn't it time to actually lead?

A voice to my left startles me out of my daze, and I only feel all the more foolish for allowing myself to stand back away from the situation when I could be taking control of it. My dizzied preoccupied thoughts only prove how incapable I am of controlling everything. While I could be commanding the situation, I am standing here with a blank stare on my face with a random hope that the problem would just fix itself.

"Griffin." Just a single word, and yet Ariana's tone of voice is clear and hurtful. Simply my name, but that single utterance sends a tiny shock of pain to my mind along with the increasing uneasiness already residing there. Her voice is clear and quiet, and yet it hides a hint of disapproval that bothers me to no end. She isn't intending to be mean or malicious- nor does she sound like it- but my mind is pained by it nonetheless.

It kills me that I cannot handle this simple spoken word. One word of discontent, and I am ready to.. to what? Go on an ferocious rampage and fight everyone in sight? Hide in the corner like a baby to wallow in my pointless misery? I am being completely ridiculous. It's times like these that I wish for my father to be here. He trained me and yelled at me all my life (for all of the good that it has done..) and even if I hated him for it, he kept me in line. When I made a mistake during training, he was right there to scream at me. I'm not one to usually react when I'm angry, but I never ever hesitated to yell right back at him whenever he began that phase of forceful anger. He angered me and he encouraged me and I always had power when he was there. Never before have I not had a force driving me, whether that be anger or my goals or just plain want, but it seems lost now. No hopes, no goals, no careful discipline guiding me around every obstacle. I am lost at a time when I should be the one calling all of the shots simply because I'm not even sure about anything that I do.

SHUT UP.

It's not my father's voice that powers me to focus at the moment, nor is it any voice at all. My own conscience guides me to lift my head slightly just to catch Ariana's next words.

"Why aren't you doing anything? You're the leader after all."

Good question.

Ariana's tone is even more reproachful than it was when she first addressed me, and it is only with great effort that I avoid worrying about it as I do about everything else.

"Look at them. Do you really think that they will know how to hold together and keep the rebellion strong, without falling to pieces themselves? They may think that their aggressive perseverance shows strength, but they're wrong. Before we can even begin fighting the Capitol, we have to learn how to trust each other."

Every word that she says rings true. The first skirmish is at least slightly understandable; thievery is wrong in any place, bound by the laws of Panem or not. The fact that knives were drawn, however.. not so understandable. The second attack by Annalise was completely uncalled for, especially because the victim was a poor girl who surely wasn't a threat of any kind to her. It bothers me that the woman can't seem to grasp any self-control whatsoever. It's almost as if she's an animal; a muttation of sorts. She can walk and talk and think like a human, but make her angry? And so begins the ferocious attack and wild lack of control.

Anxiously running both of my hands through my air and grasping my face in my hands, I pause for a moment before I raise my head and attempt to put on a show. I would kill (er, well maybe not kill) for a chance to just leave the room to gather my thoughts completely and regain my composure, but that obviously isn't going to happen. I'm the leader, if that even means much right now. It was time to lead about 10 minutes ago when the meeting started, but here I am, still lagging behind the rest and trying to desperately catch up to everyone else.

Time to ~~act~~ lead.

"Annalise," I begin forcefully, carefully glaring at the Combat Specialist. "What was the purpose of attacking? Please, enlighten me."

Oh, crap.

Jean mumbles something to Annalise that I can't quite understand, and my words are immediately drowned out by an ear-splitting shriek that must have erupted from Annalise's own lips.

"You bitch!"

And any control that I had grasped of the situation slips through my fingers in a matter of milliseconds. Cooperation does not exist to these people.

Fists flailing about, the crunch of Jean's nose colliding with Annalise's knuckles causes me to shudder. Blood begins to pour from her blood-covered nose, but she doesn't seem to care. Is this fun for them? Just some kind of joke war? "You piss me off, so I'm going to punch you in the face! Ha ha ha, let's fight and cause drama!"? I don't understand it, but there isn't any time to be pondering it. I need to stop whatever the hell is going on before they kill each other.

The next words that pass through my lips surprise me. "DAMMIT, control yourselves! You're acting like a bunch of mutts!" Is that me talking? It doesn't seem like it, but I felt my lips rise and fall with every word. Those words were mine, and yet they weren't an act.

What the hell is going on?

I manage to get between the two rabid girls to separate them, and it startles me when I shove both of them several feet away from each other forcefully.

"Calm down NOW, or leave," I mumble angrily as I raise my eyebrows at the both of them. Annalise caused all of it, but Jean should have known better than to retaliate.

"Annalise. Why? What is the point of this?"

At the moment, I regret my decision of making her the Combat Specialist. Goodness knows how many people she can harm if they piss her off as she holds a weapon in her hand. Bad idea.

"And Jean? Explain. I will not tolerate any of this. The entire point of this meeting was to get to know everyone here in order to cooperate with them better, but this? This sure as hell isn't cooperation."

I raise my head an inch taller and glance at everyone in the room.

"We cannot expect to ever make any difference in the fight against the Capitol if we are all going to act like a bunch of animals. I understand that most of you are young, as am I, but that is no reason to be flailing about and fighting each other for silly reasons. Are you not all here for the same reason? To make a difference? We can't do that if we're going to keep acting like this. You can leave if the idea of playing nice bothers you, but you won't be helping anyone. Control yourselves or leave."

I turn my attention back to Jean and Annalise with an angry glare.

"Explain yourselves."

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.::[[A New Beginning]]::. {The Uprising} Dec 27, 2010 18:25:01 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on Dec 27, 2010 18:25:01 GMT -5

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And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

Honestly, I still don't understand why the girl punched me. What, does she think that being helped will cause her to be inferior to others? People need to help one another sometimes, which is the exact reason as to why she's here today. Alliances help most victors escape the arena, so I would think that this girl would know more about them. Of course, I only remember that her year was when the tributes were underground, but I digress. She must have had help some time during her stay in the arena, which leads me to believe that she didn't hit me for this reason.

So why the hell did she punch me in the nose? The only thing I did was put my hand on her shoulder, and ask if she was alright. So does she have personal space issues or something? I'm annoyed now - the blood's still rushing out of my nose, and sooner or later the cotton in my shirt will be too soaked to contain any more of my blood.

The fist is still soaring towards her when I see others reacting. The medic rushes in, an avox I believe. He tries to grab Annalise's hand, but I guess that his co-ordination is a bit off. There must have been some reason as to why the Peacekeepers caught him then - perhaps he tripped on a root or something while he was escaping. Still, he misses, so there's nothing to stop me from hitting this girl in the jaw. Well, except for Griffin.

Suddenly, I'm shoved backwards, and I feel my feet lose the grip that they had held on the floor. I find myself on the ground, the switchblade underneath the palm of my hand, which slapped the ground in an effort to lessen the impact. They sting a bit, but his yelling "hurts" more. It's like he's draining me of my pride, and that's something that I truly require in order to function correctly. Of course, there's a point to his speech, and I know what he's getting at, but it still doesn't stop me from turning red, from shame and anger and embarrassment all at the same time. Silently, I slip the switchblade (which was still closed, by the way) into my pocket, dust the dirt off of my pants, and tune into the remainder of his words.

He's making us an example; a classic way of thinking, really. Not only does it show that he truly is superior than his officers, but it helps to put everyone else in line. Hopefully, it works on Chambers, because that was hopefully a one-time thing that I was going through. I really should control my rage though - it's just... Not good to run around like a banshee, swiping at everything that attempts to smack you back.

Now, Griffin's glaring at the both of us, expecting an explanation. Clearly, I could tell him the truth, and I'm planning on it. But it's going to sound horrible - saying that I was just trying to help, and that she decided to attack me, and I was using it in an attempt to show that you need to listen to the officers or something. It'll sound very... suck-up-ish. I'm not in a good position here. Others are going to be judging me from this event, saying that I'm not good enough to lead a rebellion if I can't control my own shucking anger problems, and I agree with them. Anger won't solve anything, and although I sound like a hypocrite here, you can't go and use your rage to attack those who are on your side.

I sigh, and take a glance at Chambers. If the both of us speak at the same time, it will just sound childish and pointless. So I make it a point to speak before she does, just to make sure that it sounds more professional in a way. But I have to word it carefully - one false word and it will sound horrible coming out of my mouth, and I really don't want to sound horrible, corrupt and angry. After all, I just want to help them, right?

"Griffin, what else was I supposed to do? When a girl calls you a bitch and sucker punches you when the only thing you've done is ask her if she's alright, do you just let her continue her attack? If I had allowed her to punch me without retaliation, it would make not only myself look weak, but it would cause some ridiculous rumor that the officers cannot control themselves, which to some extent, they can't. Yes, I'll be the first to admit that I have to control my anger issues, but seriously. There weren't many options here, and the most logical one seemed to be to retaliate."

I know that if I say anything to the other members, I'll be labeled as a hypocrite. But I do hope that they learn something from this... From us. That fighting with each other, although it will happen from time to time, is simply not worth the loss of pride that you'll face when all of it's said and done. But I do turn to the medic, and say:

"Thanks for trying to stop us, before we did anything stupid."

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.::[[A New Beginning]]::. {The Uprising} Dec 28, 2010 16:16:45 GMT -5

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Post by Bane on Dec 28, 2010 16:16:45 GMT -5

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As I listen in my place to the back of the crowd, I realize I'm disappointed. This seemed to have hopes. It was organized rebellion. Not just a bunch to teens with anger management issues who can't get over themselves. I may still be in my teens, but at least I don't flip out at every opportunity. A couple people start talking at once, but everything goes silent as Annalise yells and slugs vice president Jean.

"You bitch!" come out of her mouth, and in a less angry way, through my head. She was already way overstepping her boundaries when she tackled someone. Now, it's not acceptable. I don't now what the Jean said to her. But really, I don't care. Anyone who goes straight to cussing and punching needs to be put in their place at some point.

As the vice president staggers backward with blood dripping from her face, I hear the sound of a sword leaving its scabbard. I think it's my sword, but I didn't mean to take it out. Yet. At least I haven't stabbed anyone yet. Luckily before I start, a few people, including Griffon, intervene.

I wonder if Annalise gets punished. She really should. The fact that Jean hit her back isn't a major transgression. Self defense, righteous anger, whatever you want to call it. It seems fair. When you push, you deserve to be pushed back.

"Seems like they need guards on the people and the camp." I mutter to myself, loud enough for people near me to hear, but not enough so the people by the short brawl can hear.