Snow Like A Billion Diamonds(open)

Trigger realized he had been talking without thinking again. The guy was obviously a refugee from another District. He probably didn't realize he was one of the lucky ones.

"Capitol propoganda," he said shaking his head, "Only parts are ever true. They have filled the people of the Districts with so many lies. I'm surprised no one noticed the footage they use by now. Tell me which District are you from."

He studied this person closely. He had to make sure he wasn't a Capitol spy before offering him any sort of protection. trigger felt a familiar itch but he needed to think things through. He had to ignore the itch and not jump the gun.

Trigger gave the guy a look. Didn't seem like a Capitol type. Just seemed like a guy that had gone too often with the feeling of hunger hanging over him like a heavy shroud. He gave a smile that warmed his eyes with the faintest glint of mischief. He could get in trouble for contacting someone on the outside but what the heck?

"I'm definitely not going to argue about the terrible hunter thing," he said with a laugh, "But yeah there is a city although I guess it could be considered more of a prison since most of us never leave. Why don't we head in out of the weather and see about getting you something to eat?"

The guy was a bit older then him by the looks of it so it felt funny being the one to be offering support and all but Trigger smiled. And he couldn't help but notice he had quite the nice smile.

"I'm Christopher by the way," he said with another smile, "Christopher Anderson but my friends more often then not call me Trigger no matter what i say."

He started retracing his steps along the rubble hoping this guy would follow.

He let out a light laugh and smiled back at Nick as he climbed over a pile of rubble. "More like a temper that sometimes is as thin as a trigger hair," he said with a laugh, "Not exactly something I'm proud of but it can't be helped. But you can call me Trigger or Christopher. Whatever you want. Doesn't really matter to me."

Trigger's boot slid on an ice patch and he barely kept himself from falling. Wouldn't be good to fall considering for some reason they kept the edges still as jagged as ever. It had to be to keep up appearances so the Capitol wouldn't mess with them.

"You are pretty safe from those idiots they call Peacekeepers while here," he said with another grin remembering the one time there had been a Peacekeeper while on his patrol, "It is extremely rare that they come around here. As long as we don't show our faces the Capitol has no reason to mess with us. I've only seen a Peacekeeper around here once in the couple years that I've been allowed to do patrols. Even if they don't treat us like kids they still treat us like kids. Get my drift?"

"May be safe but sometimes it is boring," he said with a grin. Trigger began to look among the rubble for the tell tale signs of the hidden entrance and smiled at the all too familiar pile of junk.

"Yeah underground," he said with a smile, "Come on."

He walked to the pile and pulled himself under a bar and climbed over the next one having to be careful because of how close the bars were together.

"Just do what I do and you'll be fine."