Ruckia Hatake D3 {Completed}[WIP]{Completed again}

Bells chimed when Ruckia swung her head, her godforsaken earrings making her to be the one stared at. The dangly bright green circles, a gift from her mother bringing out Ruckia's eyes. She blinked, attempting to shake something out of her eyes, hiding the attractive mixed colored pinwheel pupils from the world. They were a light green, mixed in with golden flecks in the inner circle. Opening them again she realized her overgrown bangs were clouding her vision unnecessarily. She decided she was going to attack the blond, messed up, impossible-to-tame hair, even though she knew it was useless. Sure enough, the moment she took her hand away, the bangs hung loose over her eyes, the lashes fighting a lost cause.

Her full lips stretched out into a smile lighting up her soft sleep-deprived face. Considering she was seventeen, her maturity was about level with a thirteen year old child. She was free as a bird. She did whatever she wanted to, yet she never crossed the line. Though that's mostly because she didn't really know where the line was. She swung her head shaking the stupid bangs out of her eyes, enjoying the challenge it always presented.

Ruckia is considerably tall, around 5'7 and weighed about 110 pounds. Pretty well, considering the people of District 3. Light on her feet though. She can sneak around, without making a sound, walk up beside you and you wouldn't even notice.

Ruckia is quite a dresser. She wore the warmest colors, the lightest clothes. She wore loose fitting shirts, which hung around her just long enough to cover her stomach. And mostly jean shorts, that were ripped at the bottom, or ripped jeans or different colors, tight fitting. And sometimes even dresses. Her particular favorite was the white one, just coming down to her knees, cinched at the waist and held over her shoulders by two thin line straps.

The weird thing about her is that Ruckia never wore footwear. She was normally forced to if necessary. Which of course, resulted her feet to contain dirt, yet didn't seem to smell a lot. She loved feeling the rough pavement against the sole of her feet, helping her feel like the let-loose person she is.

She’s very smart. Ruckia has an IQ of 115. She was quite a genius. Thought mainly in the engineering side of her brain. The other useless subjects like geography weren't really her strong point, though she always managed to pull a 80% average, incredibly. Her life was somewhat unstructured, though because of her desire to live as she wished to. Ruckia never thinks of anything as truly important but just as distractions. Yet she embraces those distractions happily, needing to do something, anything.

The girl's restless. She needs to be doing something. She may brush off her necessary responsibilities, but she’s always doing something to her liking. Which in most cases is scheming and plotting and carrying out those schemes and plots. The closest she had ever gotten to doing nothing, was scaling a tree and calculating the trajectory and force of the jump she’d have to make tonight to get on the flat roof of the building beneath her.

The good thing about her though is that she isn’t impulsive or reckless. She can’t be provoked in any way. When Ruckia does a job, she does it right. She may be open, and friendly, and so plain fun that you can't help liking her, but she wouldn’t fall into an enemy’s trap easily. It was her who made the enemy fall into her trap easily.

Ruckia is not much of a lay-low and you won't get hurt person. She was more of live-life-against-stupid-freaking-peacekeeper's-rules type of person. Obviously, leading her to steal whatever she pleased. That one time she got caught, and had been sentenced a whipping, which had been hell. But, at least now she knew better. Don't steal more than one thing at a time.

Peacekeepers had been surprised that she survived the whipping, considering she didn't even hold up against the first lash. Luckily, her mother had stolen her just before the 15th lash, willing the peacekeeper to stop hurting her firstborn. Ruckia just became a mastermind of stealing. The game plan was always revised in her head, and carried out perfectly. Contributing to her 21 stolen items. One of which included a laptop, seeming to hold part of the former rebellion's plan to overthrow the capitol. The rebellion that failed. The one that guaranteed that 23 children will die each year. Just because of that, Ruckia had a fury against the Capitol. But also against the rebels. Couldn't they have succeeded?

"It was raining that day. Coming down hard and fast, soaking Ruckia in the few moments she went outside. But she didn't mind. She loved the rain. Mostly because next morning she'll be able to see a rainbow covering the sky, against the dawn sky. She focused on the task at hand. Until the last thing she had stolen, a candle, light up with fake flames of course, that could be extinguished and light with the click of a hidden button, she had become quite restless. It had been a few months, to let the any sort of suspicions die-down, and she was desperate to go do something, to go take somwthing from the capitols hands. Where would she target today? Maybe the Justice Building. It seemed the most protected and presented the biggest challenge of all the other "important" places in District Three. She flipped through more places in her mind, maybe a high-praised shop, or maybe she could just go and get some beer and work on get some electricity to run through the ruined factory. She was pretty close, she had redone the whole circuit board for a few outlets, and was working on getting her wires hooked up to some transmission lines. But in the end, ruckia was just too pulled towards the Justice Building, it was something she could not explain. Of course she was very familiar with the justice building, because of her father's work. He went in and out of that place like it was his second home. Naturally, Ruckia had stolen a map of the inside and knew the outside from crossing it everyday.
So she took off, keeping at a slow jog towards it. Of-course it would be to obvious to approach from the front, and the back was plainly too rusty, that she could not trust the pipes in the part of the building. She slowed to a stop a few feet from the building, not worried that anyone would see her, because no one was idiotic enough to come out in this rain. Well, except for her. Ruckia crept around to the side, her natural quiet feet doing what they do, and found her way to the right side of the building. There were camera's everywhere, of course, but keeping a little more distance, she decided to disable one of them. As she made her way to the right wall, she circled around from the front to the side, just enough out of the camera's view. Calculating form her primary view, she threw a rock at the corner of the wall. Of course she wasn't sure if it was the corner, but she had a pretty good idea. She missed the first time, hearing rock against rock. After throwing about two dozen or so more, she finally heard a dull thunk of rock against metal, knowing she hit it. Ruckia threw another rock in the same place and hit it again. She ran to flatten herself against the wall, escaping the other camera. The first one, was battered and hanging by a couple of wires. She allowed herself a small smile, not letting herself get to excited. This was just the beginning. Looking around, she saw the small window she was looking for, just above her reach when she jumped. But it was easy getting up ther by bouncing herself off of the end of the sidewall, which had an inward corner. Ruckia pulled herself up to the ledge of the window, and brought her eyes to the crack just beneath this particualar window. The engineer was probably just to tired, or not paying attention when he built the building leaving a small but over-looked flaw in the design of this building. The window was small, just big enough to fit yourself through it if you pushed and twisted and squeased yourself through. It wasnt the best way to get in, but Ruckia didn't really care. She just wanted to do something stupid and rash. Getting down, rolling her eyes at herself, she grabbed a fallen stick, small and unimportant and jumped back to the ledge, the stick in hand. Wedging it through the tiny opening in the window, and pulled it up, breaking the stick in the process but lifting it up enough to stick her hand in the wedge. She opened it completly, and squeased herself through. Her feet found themself on a little bathroom floor, painted a dark brown, like the walls.
Navigating the building was easy, once she got the map out in the bathroom, and planned out a route that seemed less important parts of the building. The second floor for example, was mainly a hallway with a few doors. Conference rooms, that are probably being used, since the games were coming so close. They'd be locked and bolted, and there was much less danger of some one coming out and questioning her.

History:

Ruckia Hatake's history was surprisingly happy. Peaceful almost, you could say. Her mother had met a man with a kind heart yet ridiculous money, who she loved very much. Surprising combination. Alexis had had two healthy and happy children. Ruckia, and Kirzo.

Kirzo had grown upto their expectation, being the smart know-it-all and the "popular, hot" guy in school. He had friends to stick out for him. And than there was Ruckia. A detention almost everyday, and the principal's daily concern. Ruckia didn't really have a friend you could say. Popular, yes, but no REAL friends. At least not one she considered a friend. Ruckia couldn't care less about them. She didn't hate their guts, but she didn't particularly like them either.

Ruckia wasn't a try your best student. She didn’t really care about math or science or English. She was smart. Oh yes. She just didn’t show it that much. Not that she got F’s but her average was about 72%. And that’s only because of the subject computers. She was an evil genius when it came to computers. She'd already hacked into the school files a few times, when her grades got particularly low. Was pretty easy since they made the password-
Right, moving on.

Ruckia was very close to only herself and her father, Salazar. At least he considered givnig her stuff she could actually use rather than the phones, jewlery and all the other rubbish in her walk-in closet. For example survival skills. Not out in the woods or anything but she had learned how to start a fire, tie particularly complicated knots and stuff. Partially useful. As she said, considered.

Another thing she loved to was pull pranks. She remembered this particularly funny one where she had rewired the newest computer's keyboard, so when anyone tried to press, well anything, it would make a loud QUACK! It was hilarious because the teacher had no clue it was her. Eventually the principal thought of getting the computer checked, they found the rewired keyboard and guess who's fingerprints. Luckily, since it wasn't a big crime , all she had gotten was a suspension for a week, and detention for a month cleaning out all the rooms in the school. Undoubtfully worth it.

Oh, yes. Don’t forget about her hideout. The place where she went to get away from the ruckus and lousiness of District 3. Not that that would actually happen. But, even partially was good enough for her. It was near the electrified fence, unfortunately not past it. She would get through it one day. One day.

The hideout was ruins of a factory that had suffered a crazy accident. But Ruckia didn't mind. She had found a likable room that had barely suffered, which was now what you could call her bedroom. Ruckia loved the place like anything, and was now cluttered with her stolen merchandise junk. It had the basic needs for a human, just the exception of food. Of course there was no way to keep them fresh, until she could get the electricity to work.

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