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Post by HEY, ALEX! on Dec 19, 2011 1:49:48 GMT -5

The Scarlet Mistress in battle is a force that isn’t easily stopped. Her moves are swift. The thick fist of her villain came flying above her ducked head, hitting that sorry excuse for a ponytail that was her red locks. With her long legs, the young girl side swept her rather large enemy, dodging what looked like a powerfully kick. Her enemy turned to face her once again. Frustrated, the Scarlet Mistress grabbed the fist that was coming toward her face and guided it past her head. Simply not getting hit wasn’t going to be good enough. She hoped she didn’t have to strike. If wasn’t because she didn’t have the mental stability to do so. Her thin arms hadn’t the strength to harm her opponent.

After moving her torso from another fist, she grabbed the wrist of the opponent, applying as much pressure as she could before forcing it away. She heard a small hiss from her fighter but nothing more. Looking at the face of the male, she noticed the anger in his eyes from the small stunt she had pulled. Grinning at her enemy, the Scarlet Mistress brought her arm to where it was parallel with her body. There, she allowed the other’s fist to make contact there. Wincing from the pain, she knew she had made the correct choice. A blow like that to the face would have been much worse. Perhaps she would have broken a nose. A cheekbone? Knock out a few teeth.

Landing a blow to her arm had made the other individual quite happy. A look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. However, the Scarlet Mistress wouldn’t allow that. No. Only disappointment. With the fist still against her forearm, the girl grabbed the arm with the same damaged arm. Smiling, she forced the arm away before the individual was aware of what was unfolding. Quickly, she took the knuckle of her right hand index finger and swiped it down the front of his chest. Like she read only a week ago, his weight shifted forward. More swiftly than before, she placed her feet strategically. His foot. Her foot. His foot. Her foot. With his weight still forward, she placed her hands on his shoulder, forcing him over her leg and unto the ground. With a smooth twist of her knee, she joined him there. However, rather than laying there, face down, she was in a squatting position. Swiftly, she patted him on the back of the neck. “Dead.”

She rose with no effort. There was no cry of triumph spilling from her mouth. No smile of victory. No celebration. If she were in the real games, she would have killed that boy. Why should she be happy that she killed him in her imagination? Sort of a psychotic, twisted thing to do. So, she remained silent as she returned to the bench where she had left her things. A bottle of water and a white towel. She noticed upon retrieving her items that they haven’t been tainted. She cannot count the times when she returned from a fight to find her water colored red or her white towel replaced with a crimson one. It was nice to see that those bitches and/or bastards hadn’t bother torturing her today.

With a plain look upon her visage, she patted her face with her towel, hoping to get some of the excess sweat. With the weather out being so frigid, the District Two training area’s heater was being used. It was ignorant according to her. The individuals only sweat more, resulting in sweat. The Careers’ sweat soaked clothing would only make them colder when they step outside. Stupid people. Satisfied with the disappearance of sweat, Scarlet, not the Scarlet Mistress, sat upon the bench. After breaking the seal of her water bottle, she took a sip, happy that she got the break the seal from once.

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PUMPED UP KICKS * OPEN Dec 23, 2011 18:03:50 GMT -5

Post by ali on Dec 23, 2011 18:03:50 GMT -5

She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smacked

I never considered becoming a Career. Even before the discovery of my mental condition, it was something that I never understood the purpose of. As a lady it was not correct to fight another with ones bare fists. Besides I was not allowed out much- being a dangerous person as I am; however when I behave myself, I was given privlages to walk around the estate. This was a rare occasion but I cherished every moment of precious sun- Moonlight was just not the same.

I liked watching people fight though, well the voices did anyway. The Training Centre was not far from my home, only a short walk. The glass walls around the ground floor of the training centre gave me a good view on those who were within- as they danced violently across the mat that spread across the floor. Most times when I found myself peering through the window of the centre- the males had the advantage, winning most fights. Their skin would be layered with a skin of sweat and their stone like chests would heave with almost exhaustion. The males were agile- far from graceful. However today the winner of most fights was female.

She interested me. The small girl, who by her size and facial features, she must of only been 15 years old. 1 year younger than myself. Her hair was scarlet- a rich deep red that had once been the color of the leaves on the trees only a matter of weeks ago- and it was tied up but I assumed it fell way past her shoulder blades when down. Her eyes were large, round and the most beautiful green I had seen. If I had to compare them to something i had seen, I would say my Reaping dress from two years prior. Overall, I would call the fighting one pretty. The voices however had other opinions- Beautiful they said. Well some, they could never make their minds up if they liked males or females.

The girl with scarlet hair had un-natural grace as she fought off a brute twice the size of her. He went for her several times, aiming for her flat chest, but each time she managed to twist his arm away. There was one point where the girls opponent striked her arm, but even she was quick to receive her revenge. She practically flipped him onto his front- something that I would have never imagined from someone so tiny. With that she tapped him on the head- signalling it was the end of the fight; after which she simply rose to her feet and crossed over to where her things lay.

I watched as she patted her face with a towel- meaning it was hot. I noticed that trainees only patted their faces with a towel when it was desprately hot. Which it probably was- inside. Outside however, a thin layer of frost had formed- gripping to every avaliable surface it could find. The wind was bitter and cold this time of year- and even the fur lined coat and sheep skin mittens could not prevent the cold from attacking my face. Glancing down at my little black shoes, I found myself looking back up at the girl as she took a swig of water from her bottle. My blue eyes seemed to be fixated on her- meaning the voices liked her. Or, hated her. Either way, I cocked my head to the side as if I could get a better view.

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Post by HEY, ALEX! on Dec 24, 2011 22:16:00 GMT -5

The water filled her mouth, pulling her away from reality. Her thin body lay in a cool body of water. With the absence of a current, her body remained in the same place rather than being forced in numerous locations. Her eyes, once closed, sprung open, exposing their emerald shade. Her fake sun shone brightly, making her eyes seem brighter than normal while her cheeks were flushed with the unreal heat. Her right hand moved throughout the water as if she was searching for any object in reach while her feet began to kick, propelling herself through the calm water. Her feet dove into the water, being her torso and head above the water. With the new position, she could better observe her surroundings. The water was clear. Below, slick, brown rocks, varying in sizes, filled the pool of water and lined the edges. She was in a creek surrounded by trees: Oak, maple, and other trees she hadn’t the name for. Her lungs filled with the not so warm, not so cold air. Then she pulled under.

The thump of a knife hitting a dummy brought her back to reality. A place she didn’t wish to live in but unfortunately was forced to. It would be socially incorrect to think otherwise. With the re-entering of the training area, her senses had been heightened. She felt watched. And she wishes the sensation were new. Living a life where the eyes were plastered on her every move, just to be judged negatively, was just another usual day for her. To have herself judge because her mother gifted her with abnormal hair and eye color. To feel insecure knowing that, somewhere in District Two, her name was being used with a rude, esteem killing comment. Moving the thought from her head, she took another sip of water before recapping it.

”Looks about time to retire,” she spoke to herself. Another thing added to that growing list of things people constantly criticize her for. Tossing the odd thought from her mind, Scarlet moved toward the locker room where she safely sashed her coat. In the process, she glanced at the tall blonde girl behind the glass wall. Expressionless, she turned face first again, not caring to look upon the girl again. With the short time she looked at the other individual, Scarlet built a profile. Name is unknown but she stands about five feet, six inches. Perhaps a little bigger. Blonde hair. The other’s blue eyes put Scarlet’s green ones to shame. From outwear, the girl is from a wealthy family. Not a Career. And then, almost automatically, the delete button was pushed.

After putting the code into my locker, the redhead pulled my goose down jacket from its metal container. The process never takes long. One arm in then the other. And now, the jacket covered her white tank top. Though in thin, black leggings, she was warm. With that being thought, she slammed the door to her locker and spun the dial. The female locker room door close behind her small body, echoing a little. ~~The noise insured the other girls it was safe to talk about her now that she had left the room.~~ Without looking back toward the glass, Scarlet stepped outside into the cold, winter weather.

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PUMPED UP KICKS * OPEN Dec 29, 2011 12:43:12 GMT -5

Post by ali on Dec 29, 2011 12:43:12 GMT -5

She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smacked

I watch the girl as she sips her water. The voices seem very interested in this girl. With her bright red hair- they liked that. I liked it as well- red was one of my favourite colors. And the way this girls hair shined in the lights of the career centre. Her eyes were pretty too but she had closed them now. She was daydreaming- I could tell. How her eyelids flickered rapidly as she watched the images flash across her mind. The voices talked of her, but it were to quiet for me to even hear. I rolled my eyes slightly before focusing back on the girl.

She jollted awake suddenly before standing almost immeaditly and walking to a door at the far end of the training centre. Half way to the door, the girl pauses and glances at me. Seconds later, the girl is staring at me face on- her green eyes hovering over me as she seems to take in my appearence, discover what there was to know about me without making conversation. Matters of moments later, she breaks contact, and walks into the locker room. I stand there thinking for a second. Friend.. I think. The voices reply with questions of what is a friend? and her? another simply said Okay . I smile to myself. i had never had a true friend. I had the voices but, that wasn't the same.

I look up when I hear the door open. The girl with red hair is standing on the outside now, by the door. She is wearing her coat- something that is no where near as fancy as mine but still shows that she is not in complete poverty. She only stands there for a moment before walking on. I find myself running after her as fast as I could, the voices excited of the prospect of a new friend.

"Wait!" I call after her before I manage to get beside her "Hello, my name is Astrid" I hold my hand out in a good gesture