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Walking the Dog (OPEN) Jun 29, 2011 23:43:22 GMT -5

Post by TAYLOR lives here on Jun 29, 2011 23:43:22 GMT -5

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Cherry's Turn;;

It was Sunday morning, a beautiful sunny morning soon to be followed by a day hot enough to kill. But for now it was peaceful, and this peacefulness was not going to be wasted. Charitable Carte had just woken up in her bed, thrown off the white sweaty sheets, and ran to see her parents just walking down the driveway. A curious grin spread across her face. And just as fast, she ran to get ready.

20 minutes later, the sun was rising and Charitable or as everyone called her, Cherry was dressed. She loved the weekends just after her parents left, because she got to walk around outside and hopefully talk to the people in town who could stand her. This may sound a bit silly whenever Cherry says it out loud, but she means it. Her parents go beyond over-protective, so even going for a walk without having them holding her hand is an adventure in her eyes. Luckily, Cherry wasn't born shy and these adventures wouldn't change that.

She began walking through town now, there were lots of people here and there. Lots of people heading to work, Cherry herself had no job. Her mother refused to let her experience such a thing. But Cherry was cut out from the rest of her community because of it, and this she couldn't stand. Cherry saw someone she recognized and waved at them, and then continued waving and walking. She was patiently waiting for someone to approach her.

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Walking the Dog (OPEN) Jul 4, 2011 20:15:03 GMT -5

Post by Micra on Jul 4, 2011 20:15:03 GMT -5

Shale couldn't sleep again last night. Well, of course he couldn't. The night after the Reapings was never pleasant. Every year, he had stood by the stage, poised to volunteer and save a life. But every year, something had held him back. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but whenever he spent too much time thinking about it, the word "responsibility" usually rose to mind.

It was his responsibility to stay here, to be a good son to his parents, to look after his siblings, and to become a respected District Three citizen. That was his destiny. Not to save someone's life by throwing his own away. But that didn't change the fact that once again, guilt had kept the boy awake all night. Finally, he had given up on sleep, deciding to greet the morning with a walk through town.

He had meandered towards the fence that separated the District from the freedom of the woods as the sun rose. He had stood there, contemplating his existence for a few hours. He almost left, right then. He would have come back of course, after awhile. It would almost be too easy to sneak out of the District one more time.

But no, he had sworn off breaking the rules for at least a month between trips into the woods. If he went too often, Peacekeepers other than his parents might get involved. And that never ended well.

Now Shale was walking through the center of town. He needed something to do. Anything to keep his mind off the boy he could have saved. His name was Gage. Not that it mattered. Shale would never be seeing him again. District Three tributes never made it back.

An unusual flash of color caught Shale's eye as he walked through the normally dingy, polluted street. He looked up, and recognized a girl. Oh yeah. She was the redhead, the only one in the district. It took him a minute to remember her name. It was Cheery- something? No, Cherry. She was a year above him in school, and tragically beautiful. Tragically only because everyone thought she was a spoiled little brat and refused to look past it.

Although, come to think of it, Shale had never heard her say a nasty word to anyone. Although, he wasn't sure he had heard Cherry say any kind of word to anyone. Spoiled he couldn't deny, but maybe she wasn't a brat.

Only one way to find out.

He slapped what he hoped was his most attractive smile onto his face and forged a path to where the pretty redhead was standing, waving at another passerby. It really was a fine day for meeting new people.

"Hey there," he said. "You're Cherry, right? We go to school together."

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Walking the Dog (OPEN) Jul 4, 2011 23:24:12 GMT -5

Post by TAYLOR lives here on Jul 4, 2011 23:24:12 GMT -5

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Cherry's Turn;;

Through her occasional walks, Cherry had only been approached a handful of times. This is probably why, when Shale confronted her, the hair on her arms stood up and she jumped (just a tad) to face him. Although Shale was a year younger then herself, she knew a tiny bit about him, but that was the thing about being Cherry. She knows just a little bit about everyone. In Shale's case, she knew that his parents were peacekeepers and well off. But that was about where it stood.

At the moment, she could have added something new to her notes on Shale Manson. like he had a charming smile. Of course, this was coming from a girl who talked to about one boy a month and who never dreamed the conversation would go beyond, 'can I borrow a pencil?' Which is why she was both curious as to why he was talking to her and thrilled that he was. "Yes, I'm Cherry Carte. I don't believe we've ever talked before. Have we? She wondered if young people shook hands, her parents certainly did whenever they welcomed someone for dinner. Just in case, she extended hers for him to shake.

Then, with the stealthiness of a crazy person, Cherry wondered if this was some sort of prank and looked around her to see who was coming up behind her with the bucket of unidentified substances. There was, of course, no one. And now Cherry had to turn back to the only person (not her parents) who had talked to her in a week, majorly embarrassed.

She had of course, been out the day before, when the Reapings took place. But it would be simply vile to consider that a social event. She was the only sixteen year old girl holding her mothers hand, but on the only slightly brighter side. Her years were running out, soon she would be unqualified for the Hunger Games. And probably sold off to a suitable husband, but that was surely the lesser of two evils. Definitely, right?

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Walking the Dog (OPEN) Jul 9, 2011 0:51:48 GMT -5

Post by Micra on Jul 9, 2011 0:51:48 GMT -5

Shale absentmindedly scratched behind his ear while he waited for her to respond. And then, had they ever talked before? No, he didn't suppose they had. He rarely even saw the stunning redhead outside of school at all. They certainly hadn't had a conversation. Cherry stuck out her hand toward him, leaving it hanging in midair. Shale blinked. Did people even shake hands anymore? He supposed they probably did. His parents shook hands when they had important Capitol officials over. But it always seemed a bit too formal for other, more normal people.

He smiled and took Cherry's hand anyway. He shook it a couple times, rather nervously, before releasing. He didn't want to screw anything up with a girl he'd just met. He had never actually taken the time to learn the more precise etiquette. Could you even screw up a handshake? Maybe, if you injured the person. At any rate, Shale didn't know, or want to try.

He saw Cherry tense and glance over her shoulder. Shale looked too, confused. Had she heard something he hadn't? He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just the normal sights of the district. Busy streets, irritable commuters, and smog. There was always lots of smog. The moment passed quickly, and Cherry turned back to look at him, her face flushed. Shale smiled. Maybe she was just nervous about the whole meeting people thing. He could handle that. He spoke as if the strange moment never occurred, answering her introduction with one of his own.

I'm Shale Manson. And no, I don't think we've really ever talked before. Maybe we should change that?"

It was an invitation, of sorts. He continued to smile at Cherry, hoping she would take him up on his offer of friendship. They certainly could be friends. He needed more friends. Shale only had the one companion who wasn't always daring him to do things that put his life at risk. That was a thing with the guys. It was dares and bets all the time. With Micra, it was only occasionally that he had to face deadly situations. Not that he didn't enjoy taking chances, but you really can have too much of a good thing.

Like when he didn't volunteer yesterday. Adrenaline rushes pleased Shale, but he wasn't sure he wanted to die for one. Not just yet anyway. Fifteen was a bit young for that. But for another year, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for not going to the arena. Still, there was nothing like a conversation to take one's mind off of things. Especially a conversation with a girl. He put the smile back on his face, which had slid into one of its rare serious modes while he was thinking.

I've kind of noticed, and forgive me if I'm prying but... You don't really get out much, do you? Just like, I don't usually see you around town."

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Walking the Dog (OPEN) Jul 11, 2011 22:01:58 GMT -5

Post by TAYLOR lives here on Jul 11, 2011 22:01:58 GMT -5

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Cherry's Turn;;

Cherry decided not to worry about if this was a stupid trick of sorts and just be pleasant to the boy. If it wasn't a trick, she would look stupid running away and if it was whatever boys were behind it would only take pleasures in her foolishness. Besides, she had never been teased by Shale before. And now she would never turn down the opportunity to make a friend, even if their friendship wouldn't go beyond the first conversation, it would be righteously treasured.

Shale introduced himself and asked if he could change the clear and looming fact that the two had never spoken before. Although Cherry still had a little bit of suspicion she had decided to play along and be friendly. Plus, he was smiling so nicely that Cherry had to nod her head shyly and answer politely, "Of course we can Shale. We could change it right now if you'd like. Or do you have work to attend to?" Cherry had responded to his invitation with another but also with an escape route in case he had only been polite in the past and now had changed his mind or truly did need to head elsewhere. She was ready to be completely understand for a friendship.

After all, Cherry had no real friends. A few had come and gone, and she had liked them all but what fun was if being friends with the overprotected girl no one likes? None. Which is why all of them had left in the end. Cherry had decided that if a chance for friendship came around again she would be more rebellious for them. Maybe it's what she would need to build a real relationship. Her parents would never suspect her to sneak out the window or to have a reason to sneak out at all. She was sure that she was the image of innocence in their eyes, in fact they would probably be shocked if they found her out of the house now.

Shale was continuing to talk, this time saying that he did not see her around much. Which she knew was for good reason, her pale freckles were probably being shocked by the amount of sunrays she was seeing as they spoke. He was right, she didn't get out much. But she didn't know how to word her answer to this without sounding like a total bore. For goodness sake, she didn't get out much because she did what her mummy dear told her to do! How was she suppose to make that sound cool? It was practically impossible. "You could say that, I can't really go out unless I use the window." She smiled at Shale, knowing that she would use the window to see him. "If you catch my drift."

She briefly wondered if kids her age used that phrase, her father said it a lot and it had slipped out without any thought.