<Wont:.Listen:.To:.any:.Advice:.> [Semper]

Vellas name had been assigned by the district. The capitol, noneless, but her first name was actually based on the "beauty" of the word. A variation of Bella, or beautiful in italian. Vella didn't know this, but the Sugare was just a random sploch on the official documents that she kept in a floorboard, a hiding place she had considered for her precious oils. Yet, she understood that knowing who you were was a bit better than the finding of drugs that occupied the room. Anyway, she had made a nice little room for herself, with a corner with a blanket on it when she didn't feel like hauling herself up, and another squeaky floorboard that could probably give away nothing but the essence of being watched.

Thats why, when she sat up as she heard a strange voice. It was a voice that was obviously male, and belonged to the someone who was making quite a clatter inside the little house. Now, Vella may of been in a drug-induced haze, but she knew that if a peacekeeper came meandering by, she would be doubley screwed. And caught in an attic of an abandoned building with a clear, yellow sign saying "stay out" would probably tack another month onto a Prison sentence. She had served... four months in prison for the possession of Opium, if she recalled correctly. That would double if a peackeeper found the plastic bag with the drug in it.

She propped herself up by one arm, adjusting her head to look at the stranger in the face. Yes, she was correct, the voice did belong to one of the male gender. Long, dark hair, cut to the jawbone in a haphazard fashion. Some facial hair, a rugged jawline. He seemed to be... a few years older? But by the manner he carried himself, she thought she looked indeed her age, just in that insecure, "I know it all, all the time" way. When she ventured down to see the height, she was caught quite stricken when she saw a peg leg, wooden and a bit... different than the prostitic limbs she saw around this district.

She held her tounge, then finally muttered under her breath "No. Im fine. She finally shook her head and looked around the room, which was starting to become more clear. Dang it. She sighed and looked at the midnight oil that was clearly laying out in the open for this person to be. What if he was a peacekeeper? No, peacekeepers didn't carry...

She noticed the paper bag in his hand, probably a drink of some kind. An old trick they would use before the Hunger Games began, she recalled the book she had read about it.

"So, you drink?" She finally came to the realization that this was probably someone who had an an addiction, just like her, just in a more... legal fashion, perhaps? She knew that the drug she had was out of style for hundreds of years, and was made in small quanities now, but drink was hevaily relied on for more than that. Something that never went out of fashion.

But, she caught her tounge and restrained herself from saying anytyhing. She stuffed her bag into the floorboard and made an akward groan noise. She really, really hoped he didn't see that. Even if he wasn't a peacekeeper.

He could report her.

Vella tucked her legs up towards the rest of her body, thinking slowly and not quite straight. Her common sense was never that large, and under the drugs curse, it obviously caused some form of lack of common sense. If he was a peacekeeper in disguise, he could be wielding a taser or something. Common sense was sad.

With a flamboyant sigh, she finally muttered "No, I don't drink. If I do, it's quite pathetic." She said with her wording sounding slurred, but a regality hinted into it. The way she usually talked.

Vella heard the next words and sighed. Holding out her plastic bag, she thrusted it onto her lap and smiled, chestire style. "This, is my opium." She said quietly as she took out the small amount she had left in that particular bag.

She would have one bag left, then she would have to visit the dealer. The dealer was always trying to get Vella into prostitution, and he also seemed to be conviced that Vella was just perfectly able to handle the other drugs he had on hand. Yet, Vella, with great determination, would deny and buy the drug she knew that she needed.

She looked at the bag and sighed. It had enough for another bit of it, if she wanted. She sighed, and put it back into the floorboard, her eyes wandering towards her own shoes, which were not the good shoes she usually went to work in.

"Sorry about not having any alchohol for you to consume. I believe I know someone who would be able to assist you in finding some, though." Vella sighed, pushing her hair away from her face. Talking was quite tired when you were high. "My dealer deals everything.

{Cobra Starship is never a good music choice to go with Vella. XD}

Vella didn't really have a reaction to the wooden leg that was underneath the knee of the person she was in the attic with. She was too caught in the shock that it wasn't someone attempting to take her to the jail, the cold, steely jail.

They had made her eat brown bread.

She shuddered, recalling the lack of anything she had in the detention center. It was quite appalling what they didn't have.

Then there was the question. How was it... done? It was a small amount of deminstration, but as she sighed, she replied. "It's smoked, though it can be injected, in heroin form."

Vella had tried the other poppy drug. It wasn't as pleasant, because the needle jabbed her arms and made her feel like she was being killed one injection at a time.

Instead, she stuck to the sticky, smoking of the tar-like substance. With a smile, she looked at the ceiling, with the wooden beams and all the smoke stains that remained on the top.

The person, she called him for a minute, because she wasn't sure if she could call him a boy or a man. He seemed her age, perhaps a year older.

Pondering this, she then finally heard the person say his name. Mahogany.

Who in the heck would name their kid Mahogany? It was a piece of wood, she was sure. A polished wood? She shook her head. Maybe he ran away from District 7. Or, she was in district 7.

Vella obviously was a bit drugged up.

"I'm Vella." She said, mumbling through her tounge. Her mind was quite compelled with the syllables that exited her mouth for a second. Three of them.

She couldn't help but blurt "Are you from district 7? Because mahogany is a wood!" Before clapping her hand over her mouth.