/./Haunting Nightmare\.\ (Open)

Dimitri looked around the training area and smiled, he loved training career tributes. He just lloved the rush it gave him when they attacked in the Games and he knew he had taught them exactly what to do in the situation. Maybe it was a psychotic hobby, a job if you really wanted to count him getting paid dispite his love of the job, but still. He thought about it again, no it wasn't. These people who volunteered, they wanted the fame and glory, if a few died in the Capitol's quest what did it matter. No hope for the damned in his opinion.

He glanced at each of the stations, knowing that the Careers immediately picked up the pace as his glare scrutenized each and every one of them. He would be a large factor in who was allowed to volunteer and who was not, he would have to say who was ready and make a descision.

Dimitri finished his glance around at the clock, 8:00 am, time for a break. He had already been there three and a half hours, time to meet Zak and Sarah for breakfast. This wasn"t a done deal, but he could pull the peace keeper away from harrassment long enough to eat some much needed, and wanted, food.

Walking out of the gym, he pulled his duster on that matched his slightly faded jeans. His black tee-shirt was just barely visible but still. His hair was pulled back in the trade mark mini pony-tail which he did so well. He passed a few girls in theu gym who stared in awe at his nonchalant attitude toward the Games or at the way he looked he didn't know which.

Walking quickly toward his house to pick up his little sister, the cold brushed his features. Turning away from the direct wind, he nearly rammed into a girl in shorts. "What the-? Oh Corissa, sorry I wasn't paying attention," He said mildly to the career in front of him. She was a cute little red-head with a really good hand in hand combat record.

Politely making conversation at the obviously distraught girl, he tried to make her a bit more comfortable, "So heading off to training? If so, then I insist you must come to breakfast with Sarah and I. You're with a trainer it won't matter that you're late."

He didn't know why he had just opened the door, but he didn't mind. He was pretty sure the age would have her knowing Sarah easily so she would be at least a little more comfortable. That and she was a front runner in the Games and he wanted to get to know more about her.

Dimitri did a half smile, yah he didn't smile alot when he wasn't around his family. He led the way to his home, recently furnished by the Capitol, and opened the door. "After you. I have to pick Sarah up."

He walked in the door and darted up the stairs yelling something to the effect of make yourself at home to the girl then slammed through Sarah's door. . . she was asleep. "Sarah get your lazy ass up if you want to go to breakfast with Zak, Corissa, and I!"

Just like a dart she got up and Dimitri walked out rolling his eyes, her and food. . . As he shut the dor he smiled and spoke, "You got ten minutes, get down here or starve."

As he walked down he walked into his room, grabbed a quick look at his phone, jusdt a few messages that he had sent himself as reminders to seperate issue. he then proceeded back down the stairs to call Zak and get him over here. Sarah would take at least thirty minutes to get ready. This earned her just another unknown roll of the eyes.

Dimitri stood at the foot of the steps and dialed out his phone. A few rings later he heard Zak's official voice, making him know that his friend hadn't looked at his phone before answering.

"Zakery Schoepf here." His voice boomed low and strong into the speaker. Dimitri knew that he was faking liking being a peace keeper, but no one else did.

"Yo Zak, breakfast in an hour?"Dimitri said, smirking as he heard him audiably let otu a breathe. "And calm down, it's just me and my shining personality."

Zak, he was sure, was rolling his eyes and ignoring the comment, "Sorry, can't. I am working all morning. I don't actually get off until next week, then I come home. I leave in two hours."

Dimitri cursed under his breathe in rappid russian. "Alright, talk to you later."

He heard his cell phone beep that the call had ended and jambed it back in his pocket quickly glancing at the clock. Slamming his fist on the wall, "Sarah hurry up will you I'm hungry!"

With that he walked into the living room to find Corrissa sitting on a chair. He laid back on the couch across the room and took off his jacket. "So Corrissa tell me about yourself. And I swear to god if you try pulling the, 'I love being a career' shit on me I will call you out. Most careers don't actually enjoy being a career."

The answer was somewhat what he expected. He knew that people didn't enjoy being Careers. Their parents generally pushed them to it for the money, the fame, or just the general amusement of watching their kids go through what they had gone through because of their parents. Quite a messed up situation if you asked him. He went into being a Career, and a trainer, by choice not force. He needed money, they kept Careers fed and clothed and he and his sister needed the money. Sarah didn't do it for the money, in fact Dimitri didn't want her to be in it at all, but sadly she found wide-spread enjoyment in the fighting.

When Dimitri eyed the girl, she realized what she had said and started to stutter. In her stuttering, she said something that both amused him and reminded him of his friend Zak. She had punched her mother.

"Well," He said with a big smirk, "I hope that you at least broke something because otherwise that is a waste of good training."

Dimitri thought back to Zak, how he literally fought his father, who was a former victor no less, and won because he had to. He didn't care about the repercussions, just like Corissa hadn't. He let out a half sarcastic, half real laugh, "You know someday, you may be a great Peace Keeper like a great friend I know."

He didn't know, and figured she wouldn't like the idea, but still. Most of the Peace Keepers only did it for the money, they didn't like it. Not to say all did or didn't but either way.

Dimitri saw he struck a chord in Corissa, much to his own dismay. Something really had to have upset her with the Caitol for that kind of reaction. . . or shall we say, control laps. He didn't mind though, but he saw the coldness. Quickly, in attempt to diffuse her anger, he spoke, "Hey, just because I don't want to do it shouldn't mean I force it on you. I tend to hate tourturing people so. . . "

Dimitri thought bitterly about how Zak was away now at the detention center and hurting people. Not one of the Peace Keepers he knew legitamately enjoyed the job, but whatever pays the bills. In the time he comtemplated these thoughts, an akward silence ad drifted into the area.

"You must think I'm a monster, training people to kill, huh?" Dimitri said as he tried to place the look but to little avail. Best he could guess she wanted him to not exist, for anyone else, besides her mother perhaps, to be in his place. Thinking fully about the conversation he just started, he noticed he almost believed the statement himself, almost.

"You know, you give the trainers and Peace Keepers a bad rap. We generally don't enjoy people being murdered, tourtured, etc. Actually, if I had MY way, Sarah wouldn't be a Career. But she wants to learn how to defend herself, and won't take no for an answer."

Commenting about Sarah made him remember about how her half hour was almost up. He pulled out his cell phone and typed a quick message reading: 'Hurry up, for such a badass fighter you are seriously a priss! We're hungry, come on!'

Still expecting a curious look from Corissa dispite his diverted attention, he spoke, "Most of us do it to pay the bills. Orphaned, her and I grew up as Careers, I turned 18, got a job as a head trainer expecting for Sarah to drop out, but she liked getting the everyday stress out in the gym. Thus our little arrangement."

As if on cue, his phone rang out the little two tone text message alert from Sarah: 'Five minutes, smart ass.' The message caused him to sigh in amusement and annoyance at the same time.

Dimitri sat there for a moment, quietly thinking about how to word the next words. "Maybe arrangement," he began, spitting out the word arrangement as if the word was foreign to his lips, "Isn't the right word for what I mean to say. I mean more of. . . compromise?" Thinking as the words left his mouth, he comfirmed silently that indeed that was the answer he meant to give.

Taking a deep breathe, and hoping Sarah wouldn't over hear them, he began. "Alright I guess that I can merely begin with the fact that neither Sarah nor I have parents. Well we did, but they were killed, members of the elite rebel army." He tsked at his parent's stupidity, they were rich, strong, and in high community standing. They were even thinking about moving them to the Capitol! But they had given it up, all for power. They said 'for what was right' but he knew better. They wanted the power.

Thinking all about his parents, Dimitri had absent mindedly clenched his fist. Once he noticed the change, he let them go. He took a deep breath and thought aloud in his head, 'Control Dimka. You left the anger issues in your child hood. No more! Óñïîêîéòåñü âíèç ÑÅÉ×ÀÑ! Ëîìàÿ ýòî íå âàðèàíò! Uspokoĭtesʹ vniz SYEĬCHAS! Lomaya eto ne variant! '

"Anyway," he began again hoping that the minor laps in his control went unnoticed, but he wasn't sure. "Well after they were killed from their power trip, Sarah and I got thrown into the Community Home. They beat her, and she didn't tell me. When I found out, I knew that I had to get us out. I enrolled us both as Careers and told her to NEVER take out terrasse. When she did, and believe me I wanted to scream, a family adopted the both of us. His name was Kyoto Nagasuti but we kept our Russian name, Klipr, with our change from the Capitol to Klipper.

"Once we were adopted, I expected Sarah to quit, but she didn't. Making the promise she would when I was old enough to move us out. When I turned 18, no longer elligable, I needed to move out but had no money. So, when the Capitol recruted me i thought that it was a great opportunity. But they wanted a Peace Keeper.

"I couldn't bear to hurt the innocent people, so I turned them down. To avoid being arrested I put in for a job as a trainer instead. That was the compromise between the Capitol and myself. When I asked Sarah again to quit, she wouldn't."

He took a deep breathe and spoke, "Compromise."

Dimitri heard the words, the ones about her being glad he wasn't a Peace Keeper, and he couldn't help the small smile that broke across his features. The smile didn't reach his eyes, but then again few smiles did anymore, but it was a smile for him none the less. He thought all about how people in the Peace Keeping regime had lost all hopes to do better with their life, and that bothered him. But then again, wasn't he the one who just said that whatever it took to pay the bills, he himself sold his soul.

"Honestly, I am glad too. All the Peace Keepers that I know, well they aren't themselves anymore. But then again, I don't hold it against them either. I don't know, it's complicated. I guess my opinions are just ingrained in me, not my own." Dimitri wondered why he was randomly telling this girl his life story, it really shouldn't be happening. What did it matter though? It isn't like he hasn't read her files, he knew everything about her life. . . even if she didn't know that he knew. ((OOC: Just what was in your character application))

He was about to start a conversation, wondering why her mother wanted her to be a Career, despite the risks. He knew it was probably about the money, but if memory served him, which it usually did, she grew up with money. Just as he was about to look into it, Sarah came prancing down the stairs, saying something to the effect of 'I have finally arrived!'

"Hey Dimka!" Sarah said, shortening Dimitri's name in a way that only she was allowed to do, though Zak did upon occasion.

"Roza," Dimitri nodded, smiling midly at his sister, "Thanks for finally joining us." He finished his statement with a minor amount of playful sarcasm.

Smirking a big, almost a full fledged smile, Sarah answered equally sarcastically, "My pleasure." She glanced over at Corisssa, a girl she recongnized from training, and waved a bit. "Hey Corissa."

With that their little exchange ended, and Dimitri stood up, "Breakfast anyone I'm starving!"