Two Friends, a Spy, and Her Daughter [Cici]
Feb 15, 2011 2:13:28 GMT -5
Post by Anarchy is BACK!! on Feb 15, 2011 2:13:28 GMT -5
Ghost
The wildlife was sparse outside of the twelfth district. Winter had come, bringing with it the snow that caused most of the squirrels and hares to burrow deep into the ground or a tree to hibernate. There was still wildlife though. Winter hares kept seeking out food, deer was still abundant, and there were the various winter plants that had adapted to the harsh climate.
One of the hares pricked up it's ears as though it had heard a sound. After seeing that it was all alone, it hopped into what it believed to be a shady spot. Too late, a heavily calloused hand had already grabbed the rabbit by the neck and, with a small flex of the thumb, snapped the hare's neck.
The shadow unfurled and stood up from the base of the tree. Rust brown hair came into view as well as a pair of emerald green orbs placed within an extremely hardened face. He attached the rabbit to a game rope that he had slung over his shoulder and stood up, his combat boots crunching the snow underfoot. His black clothes contrasted to the white atmosphere that he was in and he gave a small sigh with relief. He went over to a tree and retrieved his katana sword and his silenced assault rifle that he had gotten off of a dead peacekeeper.
Ghost was the boy's name and he hadn't been to his home district in almost four years. He hoped that the Hob was still there so he could share his catches for an amount of money to buy something a bit more satisfying.
He got up and began to walk to the district. He payed attention to almost every detail around him. He could hear the little birds in the trees singing and the rustling in the bushes to his left...
Wait. Rustling? he thought. Someone was there, he could tell, but he didn't know if they were just a hunter, an adventurer, or some peacekeeper. He turned to the source and unsheathed his sword just a fraction, waiting for whatever it was that was about to emerge from the bushes.
Tom West
The streets were full of activity as people bustled about in the post-reaping rush hour. The square was filled to capacity as families started to set up for the nights festivities. A kid with a major amount of weaponry on his person was lying sprawled on his back, lying on a roof that partially obscured his view. He always hated the reapings. They always meant that he might have to see Katrina go to the games, but she hadn't been picked this year.
He picked himself up and walked to the edge of the roof, and watched as Katrina helped helped someone put up some sort of canopy with a marking on it that represented the Turo family. Or what was left of it. He turned away to forget the horrible memories associated with that name.
He moved to another side of the roof and looked at the landing below him. It was no more than ten feet at the most and wouldn't hurt if he landed correctly. The feeling of freefall hit as he stepped off of the ledge and landed with his knees bent going directly into a roll afterwards. He came up without as much as a scrape and walked out onto the streets, some of his weapons were stored around, but he still had the keeper shotgun with him that he used.
That was when he heard boots approaching. He ducked into a nearby alley and waited for the person to pass. He just hoped against hope that the person hadn't seen him before he ran I to the hide.
The wildlife was sparse outside of the twelfth district. Winter had come, bringing with it the snow that caused most of the squirrels and hares to burrow deep into the ground or a tree to hibernate. There was still wildlife though. Winter hares kept seeking out food, deer was still abundant, and there were the various winter plants that had adapted to the harsh climate.
One of the hares pricked up it's ears as though it had heard a sound. After seeing that it was all alone, it hopped into what it believed to be a shady spot. Too late, a heavily calloused hand had already grabbed the rabbit by the neck and, with a small flex of the thumb, snapped the hare's neck.
The shadow unfurled and stood up from the base of the tree. Rust brown hair came into view as well as a pair of emerald green orbs placed within an extremely hardened face. He attached the rabbit to a game rope that he had slung over his shoulder and stood up, his combat boots crunching the snow underfoot. His black clothes contrasted to the white atmosphere that he was in and he gave a small sigh with relief. He went over to a tree and retrieved his katana sword and his silenced assault rifle that he had gotten off of a dead peacekeeper.
Ghost was the boy's name and he hadn't been to his home district in almost four years. He hoped that the Hob was still there so he could share his catches for an amount of money to buy something a bit more satisfying.
He got up and began to walk to the district. He payed attention to almost every detail around him. He could hear the little birds in the trees singing and the rustling in the bushes to his left...
Wait. Rustling? he thought. Someone was there, he could tell, but he didn't know if they were just a hunter, an adventurer, or some peacekeeper. He turned to the source and unsheathed his sword just a fraction, waiting for whatever it was that was about to emerge from the bushes.
Tom West
The streets were full of activity as people bustled about in the post-reaping rush hour. The square was filled to capacity as families started to set up for the nights festivities. A kid with a major amount of weaponry on his person was lying sprawled on his back, lying on a roof that partially obscured his view. He always hated the reapings. They always meant that he might have to see Katrina go to the games, but she hadn't been picked this year.
He picked himself up and walked to the edge of the roof, and watched as Katrina helped helped someone put up some sort of canopy with a marking on it that represented the Turo family. Or what was left of it. He turned away to forget the horrible memories associated with that name.
He moved to another side of the roof and looked at the landing below him. It was no more than ten feet at the most and wouldn't hurt if he landed correctly. The feeling of freefall hit as he stepped off of the ledge and landed with his knees bent going directly into a roll afterwards. He came up without as much as a scrape and walked out onto the streets, some of his weapons were stored around, but he still had the keeper shotgun with him that he used.
That was when he heard boots approaching. He ducked into a nearby alley and waited for the person to pass. He just hoped against hope that the person hadn't seen him before he ran I to the hide.
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