One less time to run (OPEN)

Xander was resting in one of his favorite spots. It was out of the way where no one could bother him, or at least he thought so. The door to the room creaked open and jumping from where he sat he drew his sword. There was no wat that this place could have been found. With so many otherr doors to open why was it the door of the house he was in. He saw a face peering in, the face of a girl. Relaxing a little he lowered his sword, but kept his muscles tensed and ready for action.

"Alright, get in here girly, I don't like snoops. Why are you here and how did you come to find this place? I didn't think anyone knew where this place was anymore. Come on get in here, I like to see all of the person I'm angry at."

Yes, it was harsh, but what did he care, he was Xander Thrash greatest Career that ever lived. He wanted this girl to know he was no one to be trifled with. Especially if she was one of those grouchy, irritable Career girls. Sitting down in a couch off to the side he waited for her to enter the house completely so he could get a good look at her.

Xander couldn't help but laugh. This girl honestly expected him to tell her what his name was. How cute, than she had the nerve to be smashing away at all of his stuff and breaking down a door. What the hell was she thinking breaking down that door? Rising once again he walked over the the door she smashed down and placed himself between her and the room.

"If it's any concern of your my name is Xander. I'm the best Career that District 1 has to offer, no one surpasses me. As for this place, well it's my own personal armory. It used to be a deserted house, long forgotten by much grander houses around the square. I found it must and old, stole some furniture and weapons and here you have it. I affectionatley call it my home away from home because I go here when I want to be alone. Infact I come here when I train alone to, but what does that matter."

He leaned on the doorframe and smiled mockingly at the girl. Now it was her turn to speak, and he wasn't going to let her go without getting some information from her.

Something about this girl peaked his interest. Not many people had the nerve to challenge him to anything, but this girl did. He could easily snap her in two, but she showed no fear...he liked that. Picking up the morning star he hefted it easily showing off that he could handle it. "If you want me to teach you how to use it than I will. Not like I have anything better than do with my time."

It was also very amusing how she thought her kick would do anything. It felt almost like a pebble was hitting him, it was that pathetic. He glanced at the still open door and got an idea. Grabbing a dagger he threw it at the door, upon impact the door shut. Than with a similar motion he threw a sword creating a lock on the door only he could dispose of. At least now it was just him and the girl, no interruptions as far as he knew.

He was very amused by her reaction to his knife and sword throw. She was part of District 1, but she seemed kind of...wimpy. Maybe it was just his imagination, but still he couldn't help thinking about it. He tried for a pleasant smile, but it probably seemed more synnical. "Sure, I'll teach you the knife throw first, better you start out small than jumping right in. Plus the dagger can be a pretty underrated weapon by some of the more stupid Careers." He purposely ignored her cut off comment. She was obviously chasing someone, but what did he care who it was.

He walked into the room with the broken door and rifled through some of the weapons. Picking up a small leather bound bundle he brought it out and layed it on a table. Untying the cord the bundle unrolled revealing six shining daggers. Picking up one he brought it to her and placed it in her hand. Positioning himself behind her he took her arm gently and raised it above her head. Than with one swift motion swung it downwards, the knife flew out of her hand and it thudded into the wall across from them.

Rather than get that dagger he went to retrieve another one from the bundle. "Okay, let's see you do that now girly. Hold the dagger at it's tip balanced lighly on your fingers. Don't apply pressure to the sides of the blade, but don't hold it to loosely. Once your ready bring your arm up and than down in one easy motion releasing the dagger at about shoulder height." Standing back once more he waited for her to throw the dagger.

Xander knew weapons and he knew when someone was good with them. This girl was putting him on for some reason, but he could rise to her challenge. This time a genuine smile lit up his face, and he laughed. Walking to the dagger she had thrown he placed it with the others in the bundle. Thann he brought the bundle to her, and held it out to her.

"Well, it would seem that you led me on girly. You have skill and more with these knives so I'll give them to you as a gift. No sense in me having them when you're superior to myself, plus I prefer larger weapons. By the way, what's your name, I don't recal hearing that."

Throwing himself backwards onto the couch he took stock of this girl through new eyes. She was slight for a Career, but that obviously bellied an assassins mind. She threw the knife with such ease it was like she didn't think about it at all. This was the most important detail to him, she was a hidden lethal weapon. His interest peaked he spoke again to her. "How about you and I get to know eachother a bit more, starting with your name?"

Neima, so that was her name, she was an odd sort of girl. She hadn't revealed to much to him, so he figured he would try to press her for more information. "Come on Neima, I think the worth of those daggers is worth a bit more information. I'll tell you more about myself when I get more tha just a name. Why do you pretend to have no knowledge of weapons when you obviously do? Why do you seem to resent Careers when you are one yourself? Don't bother denying it I can see it in your eyes, you hate me."

He was very amused by her attitude actually. He couldn't understand her, but he found her amusing. A puzzle he was ready to try andpiece together that's what she was. He was ready to figure her out.

"Look Neima, you are a resident of District 1, that means you are a Career. Like it or not you are like me, a Career. As for killing someone leave that to the Games. I see no point to killing someone outside the arena. Maybe knock them around a bit, but never kill them, that's a waste of life. Going back to this, you hate what I am, so you must hate yourself. After all we are not so unlike eachother if you think about it."

Rising from the couch he moved beside her and leaned against the wall. "If your an open book than start reading those pages. I want to see just who you really are, and why you are so full of animosity towards Careers." Crossing his arms he stared her down waiting to hear her latest retort.