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Highly Strung [UnderArmor] Jan 17, 2012 21:39:51 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Jan 17, 2012 21:39:51 GMT -5

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Only the near-silent padding of her own footsteps greeted Kiar's ears as she made her way towards the electric fence that encircles District twelve. In truth, a better name for it would be the-fence-that-is-supposed-to-be-electrified-but-the-District-is-too-poor-to-keep-it-that-way, but it still worked, more-or-less at keeping people in and other animals out. She smirked at the thought. It hadn't stopped her from sneaking out every so often to gather some berries, or swim in the nearby lake, and she had never been caught. The Peacekeepers around District weren't very strict, but every once in a while they would exact harsh measurements on small events to remind people that they still have the power to do so. So far, she had been lucky enough to avoid such situations, but she supposed it was only a matter of time until her wanderings caught up with her.

Inwardly shrugging, she continued to make her way towards the nearest hole in the fence, but paused. She had heard something, a soft step. She scanned the area around her, trying to find its source, but found nothing. Shaking her head, she went to take a step forward when she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Oh great, all this thinking of Peacekeepers had given her paranoia, just perfect. She growled at herself, annoyed that she would give in to such a stupid fear. Peacekeepers rarely ever came over here, and usually only when prompted. Besides, she had been sure that no one had been following her when she had left.

Having an idea, she turned to the right and walked for a little bit, then ran. After nearly twenty strides, she turned fully around and ran back twenty strides. If anyone was following her, they would just think she was here to run. She closed her eyes, using her paces to dictate when to change direction. She sighed and slowed, her eyes still closed, continuing to walk forward a few paces before stopping abruptly. She looked to her left, towards the fence, then to the right, back towards the houses. Seeing the area clear, she was about to turn and go over to the fence when, WHAM! She let out a grunt as something, or someone ran into her, knocking the air from her lungs. She growled, trying to regain her breath. What the hell was that?

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Highly Strung [UnderArmor] Jan 21, 2012 15:28:17 GMT -5

Post by UnderArmor on Jan 21, 2012 15:28:17 GMT -5

It was a crime worthy of execution to walk in perfect snow. Snow that had fallen so perfectly to the ground, left untouched in a field of grass. It was a breathtaking sight. Chance was always SO annoyed with people who thought they'd be some sort of funny guy and walk through it. You're ruining it! Last nights six inch snowfall hadn't failed to produce that perfect snow, all of it pilling up near the fence. By now, the roads were probably shoveled up. Chance slipped on his gloves. Pulled boots over his feet. Zipped up a fleecy jacket. It would be cold outside, but his mom considered it important for him to get out of the house; she was having a business meeting. He took a deep breath, then stepped into the tundra that the twelve had become.
It took only a few steps to see it. Footprints. Right through that perfect snow, leading towards the fence. Chance gasped. The nerve of some people! Without a thought, Chance marched off to find the culprit, kicking up snow behind him. Immedietly his feet flooded with bitter cold. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go out in the middle of a giant field of snow on a freezing day. No, he had to find whoever might have gone through his snow. Besides, he had absoloutly nothing better to do. He gazed to his left at the Oh So Powerful Fence. If he needed to, Chance could just slip under it, and leave the district. It was never powered, not really. But would he be able to survive? Questions like this kept Chance from leaving the capitols oppressive reigim, the chance of being drawn out of a bowl to be sent to death. Just this week, it could have been Chance who was to be chosen out of the lottery. He shuddered. Every year, it became more and more likely.
A great force crashed into Chance's blindside; he crashed into the snow. His face fell first, flooding his mouth with snow. Snowcone! He spit it out, crawling upward to see who had knocked him over. In front of him stood a girl, perhaps two years older than him. He couldn't tell what she looked like with all the winter clothing on, so he had no idea if he knew here. "You know," he said, "If you would have made me eat yellow snow I would have been forced to kill you." Yellow snow! Suddenly it hit him: this was the killer of perfect snow. Murderer!

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Highly Strung [UnderArmor] Feb 5, 2012 17:18:25 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Feb 5, 2012 17:18:25 GMT -5

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She looked at the person who she had collided with. It was a boy of about her age, maybe a little younger. She didn't recognize him, but he was wearing extra clothing so perhaps she might know him without it. Either way, it seemed she had annoyed him somehow. "You know, if you would have made me eat yellow snow I would have been forced to kill you." Not very cheery. She thought, raising an eyebrow at him. Not to mention not very bright. First he had spoken of yellow snow, of course she knew what it was, but she also knew it was very rare to find any, as most people don't have pets. Especially out here, where no one had been. Then he had said he would have had to kill her. Doesn't he realize I'm older, stronger and have the advantage of a weapon. Well, he probably didn't know about the weapon, it wasn't exactly in plain sight. She had a blade-like stone in her pocket, which would work as well as any knife.

Rolling her eyes and sighing, she then looked directly into the boy's face. "Like there would be any yellow snow here." She grinned a little as she continued, "Probably the same chance that you have of killing me before I killed you." It was not a pleasant grin. Her expression grew joking though, as she meant no threat. She would rather just have this kid leave so she could head into the forest, any kind of fight would bring unwanted attention.

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Highly Strung [UnderArmor] Feb 7, 2012 21:23:05 GMT -5

Post by UnderArmor on Feb 7, 2012 21:23:05 GMT -5

The murderer of this perfect snow raised an eyebrow at him, like he was weird. Well he was, but that wasn't the point. The point was that this girl had killed off the perfect snow that had coated this ground like a white blanket. How evil! "Like there would be any yellow snow here. Probably the same chance that you have of killing me before I killed you," she said, raising an eyebrow. Whoa there, a bit hostile. All Chance had done was walked up an well, sort of said he'd murder her if she had accidentally made him eat yellow snow. a bit harsh. Wow, now that he thought about it that was a bit harsh. Things like this often happened to Chance; he would say something without thinking about it and it would end up sounding pretty bad. Like now.
He took a step back. The snow was almost knee high, so one step actually was a bit of effort. He looked up. Snow was still falling down, but not like it had been earlier. Based on how it was pouring out last night, and the current fall, Chance would have guessed that the downpour would continue for another two hours. The little drops melted on contact with his face, creating drips of water the size of a raindrop. He looked back to the girl. "I think you might have overanalyzed what I said just a teenie bit," said Chance, "Let's just agree that neither of us will murder either of us. I'm Parker Collins, but I go by Chance." He held his cold mittened hand out and chuckled to himself. Neither Either! Oh how rhyming things sounded so awesome.
OOC:Oh, so Chance's dialouge is yellow now! That's nice.

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Highly Strung [UnderArmor] Mar 2, 2012 20:13:44 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Mar 2, 2012 20:13:44 GMT -5

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The boy took a step back, an odd thing to do after threatening someone. But then, she had also threatened him. She guessed it had worked. "I think you might have overanalyzed what I said just a teenie bit, let's just agree that neither of us will murder either of us. I'm Parker Collins, but I go by Chance." Chance? How had he gotten that from Parker Collins? It wasn't her name, so it didn't really matter. She pointedly ignored the outstretched hand, not feeling the need to be friendly with someone who had just threatened her. "My name is Kiar Fero." She was tempted to make fun of him by adding but you can just call me Kiar, but she felt it might be in bad taste. "Anyways, I was just going to go," She gestured towards the fence, "So I'll maybe see you around Chance." Or maybe not. Kiar turned away from the boy and walked in a loose circular path, making it seem like she was going to a different place than she was, in case anyone was watching. All the while, she aimed for the closest section of the fence that she could slip through. I just hope that he'll leave me alone, I don't want to babysit.