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The {Danger} Zone | Kay & Kiah Jan 22, 2012 22:50:39 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jan 22, 2012 22:50:39 GMT -5

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Life isn’t simple, it is like a puzzle you have to put the pieces together to get it right, and just like any person you can become frustrated and stab and jab pieces into the wrong spots. That is when life goes wrong. I imagine my puzzle is massive, I don’ even think it is a quarter complete yet… Sometimes I feel as if my puzzle is all wrong as if the person doing it knows nothing and is dumb as life itself. How else can I explain all the wrongs and incidents that have happened in my life? There have been too many, too much for one person to handle. Although I do hope that my puzzle will be complete soon, because there is so much I want to achieve in life, so much I want to do. I’m trying to put the pieces together, but they just won’t fit. Maybe I have the wrong pieces? Or I just don’t know where to go anymore.

Suddenly I was angry. I felt the blood rush to my face and my eyebrows are thrown into a scowl. My parents and everyone I had known had treated me like shit, they had all abandoned me and left me to blame myself and treat it as if it had all been my fault. I was left top pick up all the pieces and put them together and I couldn’t do that. I had been no mare then a child, younger than eight years old. I was abandoned and I will never forget what they did to me and as long as I fucking live I will want my revenge and I will kill those bastards and make them suffer for every second. They had to feel how I did… But no matter what I do I will always be forgotten even when my sister took her last breaths, dead, murdered by hand she barely recognised me. I can still see the look in her eyes. She had gazed at me surprised, fearing who I was. She hadn’t even known I was her sister, not even when she died.

I wanted to scream at the cruelty of the world, I was thirty years old and still terrorised by my past, no matter how far I ran it always caught up to me. Sometimes it grabbed my like a ragdoll and shook everything out of me until I was on the ground sobbing. All I had left was Bambi and no matter how hard I try to talk and believe she is a human, she never will be. There will always be a gaping hole in my heart that yearns for a human companionship, for a relationship that will pull me out of the depression and sadness that drowns me. My only hop id to find someone. But I have never left myself go. I have never and never want to let myself become close to someone. No matter how much someone cares they are human, humans are stupid and can betray you in an instant. None of them understand me. I will never understand them. I gaze numbly at the people in the streets of the Capitol. They knew nothing if the mental battle I thought against. They were blind and ignorant to anything, but their own self desires. They were like me.

I glare at each passing person; they hurriedly avert their gaze from mine. I gave myself a little shack, drawing my attention to the job that I had to do. I was searching for a young Peacekeeper by the name of Seth Rollop, Rodger, Rugert. Fuck that he had some weird last name that I wasn’t bothered with remembering. Names aren’t important unless you need to know a person for future reference. What counted was appearances. If you knew a face you knew that person as well as you knew yourself, unless you were like me and had no clue who you were or what you wanted. My pale blue eyes scan the crowd of the bust street. I was quiet, unusual for a Saturday morning. My eyes flicker to the sky where large dark clouds hand low to the ground carrying the threat of rain. I scowl at them, glaring. I hated rain. I hated getting wet. I take a deep breath and my scowl darkens as the familiar smell of rain in the air is carried to me. I trudge further down the street. My mind wanderers off as I stare into the empty shops and the blackened windows of so many of the shops that littered this street.

Odd, I thought.

A guy, I don’t know who the fuck he is decides to bump into me. I growl and grab him by the shirt. People did not bump into me. The rage surged through me and I through the gut onto a window of the shop, the glass cracked and I wrapped my hand around the guys collar holding him inches off the ground. I was much stronger then I looked. I snarl at the guy trying to frighten him. The anger takes control and I shove him harder against the glass. “What are you playing at you fucking idiot? Huh?” I snarl. I shake the guy harder. “You think you can just bump into me? Do you know who the fuck I am?” I growl. I was pissed and having a shitty day. I knew I was going to far, but he had pushed me too far. People all my life had treated me like shit and I was like a bomb reader to explode. I had already had a continuous poundings on my frail mental control and this guy just went ahead and smashed it. I was sick of it.

I ignore all the people on the street and keep myself focused on the little fucker in front of me. Let the people watch. Let them see how crazy I am. Then maybe they might just leave me alone for good.

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The {Danger} Zone | Kay & Kiah Jan 24, 2012 19:57:03 GMT -5

Post by Gamemaker Lauren Kinkade on Jan 24, 2012 19:57:03 GMT -5

That flow, that spark, that crown, you looking at the king of the jungle now
Stronger than ever can’t hold me down

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Benedict Tucker had passed yet another delightful morning in the Capitol. Granted, it wasn't anywhere near his favorite place in Panem (that honor went to the gates he patrolled, to the fierce wilderness he admired through metal x's). However, the Capitol had his charms. It was home, and it was vivacious. If he had to describe the Capitol, and sometimes he did to the outer district citizens, he would say it was robust, thriving, ever changing. The latest styles had him baffled, but then Dick had never been at the forefront of fashion.

He wiped his greasy palm along his canary yellow shirt, smearing the remainder of his breakfast over the chevron stitch. So much butter, so little time, he lamented as he made his way out of the President's home. Scheduling breakfast with his cousin was always something of a challenge, but allowances had to be made for the President's schedule, he supposed. Still, he fancied himself as the favorite cousin to Coriolanus. They'd been such chums as boys; it was really a shame that the whole governing thing took up so much of his time.

Dick didn't think too hard about Cory's line of work, though. It tended to make his head feel compressed. So instead he thought about the delicious butter, the delicate appointments of the room where the President took his breakfast, the harsh spring winds. And when he left, it was with a hug and a kiss to the check, and no word at all about any of the things he'd been seeing on his rounds through the districts.

It was warmer than expected out, which quite agreed with Dick. He paid no mind to the breeze as he rolled up one sleeve and then the other. His right hand came away from the task greyed with some sort of powder. He couldn't recall having any cracked pepper for breakfast, and he was quite sure he'd bathed sometime in the last week. Had he crawled into the fireplace again while sleep? Quite possible. The cleanliness of the rooms at the mansion left something to be desired, and this from a total slob. Dick added the soot to the butter on his shirt, and suddenly found himself in step with a flame-haired beauty with a temper to match.

Oh, he was in love already.

"I haven't any idea who the fuck you are, but you know I rather think I'd like to," he offered after a few steps, grin twitching along the outline of his lips. "Don't suppose you'd go easy on an old man and just tell me your name outright? I say, are tailing someone?" The last was spoken in something approaching a whisper, but with far less subtlety, as Dick stretched his arm out to point at the man who had run into Aloe.

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The {Danger} Zone | Kay & Kiah Jan 25, 2012 1:04:13 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Jan 25, 2012 1:04:13 GMT -5

Seth Rollo

The Capitol. There is no other place that Seth would rather be. He had his life here, and he loved it. During the day he was excited for night, when he was the life of a party. When he could set himself lose, when he could have some fun. He let last night drift into his mind. The music surged through his body. Last night he had had the time of his life. Last night. The words echoed through his head. He smiled to himself, and tonight was gonna be even better. His smile broadened, nothing could make him frown today! Today not any day. He loved the Capitol, it was his home, he never wanted to leave it.

The streets were quiet today, but that didn’t worry him, that meant less to do. He walked past a window and couldn’t resist the temptation to stop and have a look at the sexy beast that was reflected. He growled to himself, purring like a cat. Whoa I was hot. Smoken hot, I practically saw the window steam up, shy to my looks. I blew the window a kiss to tell it not to be shy but to be proud to have such a sexy beast reflected in its self. He kept walking, it took a whole lot of effort to peal his eyes of his reflection. He loved himself sooooooo much.

Then he got distracted. A fiery woman walked into my view, her fiery red hair glowed in the bright day. And her attitude! Well, it washot! she walked around liked she owed the place. Like everyone should be afraid of her. my type of girl. Before I had even thought of a plan there was one itching my tongue. I wanted to meet her, and the only way to do so was too….

I stepped out into her path knowing that she would bump into me and I would get a dish of her hot tempered personality. and I was right. she bumped into me, then she fiercely pushed me against the shop window, it cracked under pressure, I smiled. Well she was a hand full, one that was now in my hands, easily to influence, to control. She screamed a bunch of words at me. But I didn’t really care what she was saying, then she bashed me harder into the window as a man came up beside her, answering her question. I took this chance to grin at her, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

But then before I could do anything else my stomach made an appearance. Everywhere. I choked, it burned my throat. The bagels for breakfast must not have mixed well with that bottle of Vodka I downed before exiting the house. I grinned at my arrogance before more vomit decided to join in. boy did it smell. Let me tell you, never, never eat an onion beagle with vodka… the m=smell is very of putting.

“So? Who were you again?” I asked with a dopey grin.

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The {Danger} Zone | Kay & Kiah Jan 26, 2012 5:53:31 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jan 26, 2012 5:53:31 GMT -5

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I wanted to scream and yell at the freak in front of me. The smell of his puke ran up my nose, my eyes watered at the foul stench and I bared my teeth in a snarl at the idiot. My body reacted before my brain and I send the guy flying to the floor. I then spin around to face the old guy that had spoken to me. His clothes were stained with food and his hair looked as if it was full of gel or just really greasy. I wanted to punch the dick head in the face. I wasn’t happy and the little fucker on the ground had turned my day into shit. I spin back to the guy that was lying on the floor. I was going to arrest the idiot and torture him and hurt him until he whimpered and cried like the pathetic piece of vermin that he was.

I grabs the guy by the little hair on his head pulling him to his feet. I freeze. No, no this little idiot couldn’t be him. I wanted to believe so bad that my eyes were deceiving me, but I knew that they weren’t. The anger builds in me and before I know what I am doing it has taken over me and I throw the guhy into the glass smashing it to pieces in then grab him by the throat. “You little fucker, I can’t believe you are the idiot that I am meant to be helping. I should cut you in half or make you eat your own shit!” I drop the guy and turn to face the old ugly one. “And you what the hell do you think your problem is. I did not ask you to fucking talk to me so piss off before I make you!” I scream at the fat guy with the food stains on his clothes.

I spin around and look at the little Peacekeeper. I wanted to hit him and punch him. He was meant to be the guy that I was supposed to train, but I was not going to. He had vomited on my new clothes and then had tried to hit on me. I was really pissed. This day was shit. Two guys had tried to hit on me, an old guy that didn’t know how to eat with a knife and fork and a young idiot that had no clue on shit all and HAD VOMITED ALL OVER ME. I walk pass the idiots and back onto the street. I glare and snarl at every citizen, they all move out of my way. I was going home and I was going to tell the Peacekeepers to get someone else to teach that dick. I certainly was not going to.

The streets were silent and as I walked all the people stared at me. I wasn’t uncomfortable with it, on the contrary I was actually quiet use to it. I stare at them all with cold glares of my own. I was my feet seemed loud on the street. I didn’t look back at the fight scene. I didn’t want to.