Huh, that was new... (open)

A Word to the Wise: When dealing with a fit sixteen year old girl, no matter how unlucky, from District Twelve, never use Capitol-Talk.

That was Rashta's coined-term for the soothing words and calming gestures Peacekeepers made when they were pursuing District Twelve nuts. It was a voice that even through everything, Rashta recognized and it scared her. Maybe Capitol-Zack was under cover. Why was he tormenting her, using that voice, how many people had died right after a Peacekeeper calmly told them everything would be alright if they just dropped their weapon, or stopped running away from the vile Capitol-Trained people...

She thrashed, kicking her good leg and shaking her head so violently the pack Crys had so lovingly and carefully set behind her head, had fallen away from her. Her cries got louder, a shrill husky sound replacing the initial tone of shock and pain. Her eyes were scrunched closed, as though maybe everybody would go away if she just kept them shut and counted to ten. That had always worked in all her other nightmares. After long nights plagued with Insomnia, Rashta had learned to control her dreams. Why wouldn't she just wake up now? This couldn't be the real, true reality she called home.

Finally she had to take one, long deep breath. Panting Rashta continued to fight against Crys holding her wrists. Her eyes flashed with pure hatred for the girl, her hair was a tumbling mess of red with tangles and leaves weaved in. Her olive-colored cheeks were stained with smudged tear-streaks and dirt. She breathed in heavily. Let me go now or Ill have to kill you... Those were the words that Rashta tried to speak, but found she could not. Out of breath and panicked she desperately continued to fight her 'captors.'

ooc- my idea is that like Crys exclaimed, the dogs are maybe mutts or something--they have venom that slowly drives their victim temporarily insane.

Rashta's eyes widened at the sight of the gun, because some part of her recognized the deadly weapon. She had never had one pointed at her, she had never even seen one pointed at anybody else back home in District Twelve. The only guns she saw were the ones frail, tired Peacekeepers kept on them. Even though District Twelve was filled with thieves, liars, runaways and illegal hunters (Rashta was two of the listed) she had never actually witnessed anybody antagonize a Peacekeeper to the point that they felt the need to pull their shiny gun out.

From that point onward, Rashta did not say one word. She shut her mouth for a moment, trembling at the site of the thing, then screamed bloody murder. It was shrill, but more importantly, it was loud. If anybody was within one, or maybe two... or seven miles away, they would be able to hear her.

In the back of her head, she heard Crys and she knew the lake the girl was talking about. Maybe she even hoped they would get her there and do what was necessary to keep her sane, but mostly there was a big fuzzy red blob in her mind and it hurt her, and everything was so blurry and wild. Things were crashing up against her head...

ooc- just skip me for the next post or two. Rashta is getting annoying... that was epic-ness as far as shortness goes >.<