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A Panicked Situation (Open) May 16, 2012 20:41:42 GMT -5

Post by Sulla Dominic on May 16, 2012 20:41:42 GMT -5

~I awake well rested, in early morning. At least I think its early. I have no clock in sorts, and can only tell by the dew which remains upon my window. Though having a quite splendid rest I find it difficult to get up. But only cause I don't know what's worth getting up for, my mind is blank to the thought. But maybe its 'cause I'm still waking up, because once I hear my younger brother stirring to get up I remember I am waking up for him, to be there for him. So as he still is waking up I leave the room and prep food for the both of us, I make a warm watered down oatmeal. Its not satisfactory but its decent. And as I reach over for our spoons I notice the few coins and dollars on the counter. A sign mom or dad had stopped by to give us food money, as they then scampered off back to the military compound, exactly what they do every time in the beginning of the week.~

~I ignore the money and eat my oatmeal with my lil'brother. But the thought of saying that I hate my parents haunts me, I'd rather not say I hate them but I really don't like them. In the beginning it was fine, cause they were here, they showed they cared. But now were baggage or that's how it feels. This is what pushed me to train now that I think about it. Feeling cold emotions made me wanna get stronger, which is why training consumes my every other day routine. Besides feeding my brother, and watching over his general well being. After our meal I escort him to a neighbor of ours, who lives a few houses from us. Once I dropped him off I had to go back home, because I had left the money sitting on the counter, which I need to shop today. But on the way back the packs of peacekeepers seems a bit much, even for district two. My first thought resorts to 'Rebels' but I doubt even my imagination. Once home I grab the money and then I am right back out the door, a few minutes from then I reach the town square but the place looks packed. Spread out merchants and civilians fill the away.~

~After awhile of walking around I buy a loaf of bread, which puts a dent in the money left for me and my brother. But it has been awhile since we had bread I could hardly refuse. From the same merchant I make sure to buy butter, and to my surprise he gives it away. No purchase only generosity, and that can go a long way in districts. Though the joyous feeling doesn't last for long before peacekeepers come barging in the town square forcing everyone out for an odd reason which I don't know. In the havoc which spread in the square like wild fire I lost the grip on my bread, as I saw it get stomped on by panicked bystanders and peacekeepers. Without thought of who, I turned to the one who knocked down my bread and swung my right fist towards his face as it meet his nose dead on. I see him fall back, blood already racing down his face. And as I see him laying upon the ground trying hard to catch focus and raise up before passing out, I notice what I just did. I hit a peacekeeper.~

~After I had realized who I had rendered unconscious, with no other thought I leaped over him and ran as I passed the commotion and left all panic behind me. Money in pocket, with bread and butter still back in the square. I couldn't go back. Not now. They will probably search for me, but that's if they saw me at all. I could be in the clear, hopefully I am. I have worked to hard to protect my brother and myself. I can't believe in anger I carelessly attacked someone. While racking my brain with thoughts I hear behind me distant foot patters and screaming of people yelling 'Halt' and 'Stop' I can't give up, I continue to run. Dashing behind structures and over obstacles, I am trying hard to keep a distance but it is hard to tell the difference between: them catching up to me, or me knocking down objects. But I dare look back, though I eventually do. As I see nothing but it doesn't mean whoever won't find me unless I hide somewhere. After a slight jog I am further up on a nearby incline which has a dozen old shacks which are unsteady and unfit to live in, but I need shelter so I'm willing to take the risk. Once inside I crouch over a counter as I try to control my breathing. Cardio is not my strong suit I'm more strength then anything so I'm out of breath. And to my surprise panicked. How could I fail not only me but my brother.~

Last Edit: May 16, 2012 22:54:30 GMT -5 by Sulla Dominic

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A Panicked Situation (Open) May 17, 2012 19:36:53 GMT -5

Post by Timtab on May 17, 2012 19:36:53 GMT -5

I wake in the morning like I always do, on my mat in the allies. It's a dirty old thing, but it works just fine as a bed. I roll over, wrapping my tattered jacket tightly around my shoulders. A chilly mist has descended on the ground, and I can see dew drops on every corner of the shacks. This is where I live.

I have created a small house out of cardboard and clothes. It doesn't keep out the cold, but it protects me from the rain and sunshine. It's not a very large shelter, only tall enough for me to stand and about twice the length of my bed. My feet are wet, and I growl angrily when I realize part of the roof has caved in. It takes me another hour or so to get it fixed. I can't take out my mat to dry off, because it doesn't fit through the door. Hopefully it will be dry by the time I get back from the market.

I duck out of the small shelter, looking up and down the ally. No one in sight. Good. Staying to the shadows, I make my way out to the main part of the small town. It's made up of old shacks, and reminds me of a ghost town. No one lives here, and that's a plus fore me.

I make my way through the buildings to the road, which leads to the district square. Of course, I don't walk on the street with the other merchants. I stay to the sides, finding as much cover as possible. Eventually I arrive at the square, which seems to have a tad more peacekeepers than usual. So far, this has not been a good day. I mix in with the merchants, although my clothes are different. I just hope no one notices.

I look around at the stalls, searching for something of use to me. Some are selling cloth, animals and little trinkets. Why does anyone buy these things? It only makes you look richer. Finally, I spot an old woman selling fruit. She looks frail and kind, a perfect target. Following the crowd, I pretend to pick through the food, as if I'm searching for the fruit that I want.

Without warning, I snatch up an apple and run. It seems to take the old lady a while to notice what I've done, then she starts to yell. "Thief! Thief! Somebody, help!" I push my way through the crowd. Peacekeepers are everywhere, ushering people out of the square and interrogating the lady. I break free of the throngs of people, and run for it.

That's when I notice him. A boy, I think he's my age, running down the road. People are following him, I think because they believe he's the one who stole the apple. I immediately feel a need to help him. It's as if any robber or thief is my ally. Of course, I realize, he isn't a thief. But the people don't like him, and they don't like me, either. That gives us some connection, right?

I see him run into the ghost town, and I follow him. No one has seen me yet, and the mob has lost track of the boy. Sliding along the walls of the buildings, I manage to find him. He's in an old house, where somebody used to live. I creep up the stairs and open the door, wondering if he'll see me. As soon as I open the door, I spot him in the corner. Well, I guess that means he can see me. "I'm not gonna take you to the Keepers." Is the first thing that comes out of my mouth.

Last Edit: May 17, 2012 19:37:23 GMT -5 by Timtab

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A Panicked Situation (Open) May 18, 2012 16:02:55 GMT -5

Post by Sulla Dominic on May 18, 2012 16:02:55 GMT -5

~I remained in the shack crouching down, catching my breath as best I could. I still find it hard to believe what I did. That wasn't something I'd usually do, maybe I'm on edge because of the reaping. But I have no time to think of that now, any minute I could be caught.~

~Then to my surprise, I look towards the door and see a female standing there. I haven't seen her around the district, but more to my surprise is that I didn't hearing her arrive. Was she that quiet or did my heavy breathing shroud her foot steps, I am not sure. But I rise to my feet in eagerness, though not out of cautious belief. Not because I thought she wasn't a threat, cause first thing I learnt from training with others around the district is even some girls were stronger or more talented in combat than me. Though I started to worry if she'd turn me in for profit, but then she spoke~

"I'm not gonna take you to the Keepers" the female said.

~A sense of ease greatly took over my body, as my breathing slowed down. I nod towards her a way of acknowledging what she said before I spoke in a calm tone. "Thank you..." i said, but I began to wonder how she found me, did I make it too obvious where I was going? Did she follow me better then the others could? I have no clue, though no sooner had the thought crossed my mind, my words had escaped me as I spoke in a stern tone "How or why did you follow me?"~

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A Panicked Situation (Open) May 18, 2012 16:18:10 GMT -5

Post by Timtab on May 18, 2012 16:18:10 GMT -5

He gives me a quick thank you, and I nod. He seems wary...or eager, I can't really tell. He stands, but I find that I still can't see him very well. I do notice, however, a flattened loaf of bread in his hands, and some dried blood on his knuckles. I am slowly putting the pieces together.

He obviously didn't steal anything, but he must have done something to have an angry mob chasing him around the district. I'm caught off guard by the next thing he says.

"How or why did you follow me?" Now, what am I supposed to say about that? The truth would just sound dumb to any other person. I glance at the floor, embarrassed. I decide to tell the truth. What harm can it do to me? Just another person who'll think I'm a mangy runaway.

"I, uh..." I swallow, clearing my throat. "I'm a runaway. I have a sort of...connection...with other people who disobey the Keepers. I followed you 'cause I thought I could help you. If you need a place to hide, I can give you one, or if you need to get somewhere I can help you. I know how to move around without being noticed." I take a breath, glad to get that of my chest.

He might turn me in now. He knows I've disobeyed the Keepers, and it looks like he needs the money. I finger the apple I stole nervously. He could use the red fruit as proof, and the old lady...she knows what I did. Did I do the right thing, telling him that? What will he do to me? I shake my head. You're starting to sound like an idiot, Kamryn. I scold myself. Even if you do get caught, you can escape. You can. I look up, waiting to see what he will do.

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A Panicked Situation (Open) May 18, 2012 17:37:13 GMT -5

Post by Sulla Dominic on May 18, 2012 17:37:13 GMT -5

"After what I asked the girl seemed to be hesitant, but once clearing her throat she gave me an answer I hadn't anticipated. A runaway. I haven't meet someone who ran away from there home. But then again I haven't really tried talking with people. But this girl was generous, offering me a safe haven into this crisis subsided. And actually seeming like she cared, that's a rarity I haven't been fortunate to see much into today.~

~Though if she really wanted to help me, I'd gladly except it. "It would mean alot if you would help me." I said. But now thinking I haven't acknowledged her telling me she was a runaway, but how do you confront someone about that? I already know if you turn in someone of means to the Peacekeepers that you can get a form of award but after what I did, the last people I wanna see is the Peacekeepers. Besides that, she said she wouldn't take me in and is willing to help me. So I owe her the same gratitude.~

~Though I had noticed an apple in her hand, but why was she holding it? Did she see my bread and was gonna give it to me as a hand out? No I doubt that, she needs the food. And though I'm not rich it can be seen in my clothes that I have money for food. And in my body build It can be seen that i'm not hurting for food. That's when it hits me, she probably stole it. But come on, who didn't take the opportunity to snag something in the chaos between civilians and Peacekeepers? And even though its possibly rude or frightful to ask, I go ahead anyway. "Were you in that panic outburst in the square? I was, and if you tell me your story I'll tell you mine." I said.~

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A Panicked Situation (Open) May 19, 2012 10:04:30 GMT -5

Post by Timtab on May 19, 2012 10:04:30 GMT -5

I watch him closely for a reaction, and it looks like he's a little surprised that I am a runaway. Couldn't he tell? With my tangled hair, wary eyes and tattered clothes, anyone could see I don't have enough money for food.

The boy, on the other hand, seems to be rich enough. He doesn't have fine clothes, but I can tell he has the money to get what he needs. His next question seems odd at the time, but I suppose I would have asked the same thing if I were in his shoes. "Where you in that panic outburst in the square? I was, and if you tell me your story I'll tell you mine." I guess I have to tell him the truth, since I'm bad at thinking up lies on the spot.

"Actually, I was the cause of the outburst." I start. "Or at least I think I was. I usually go to the market in the morning to get food. I...steal it...because I don't have the money. I don't like listening to the Keepers, so I don't care that it's against the law." I take a deep breath. He could send me to jail just for that, and the old lady has seen me, so she would believe the boy if he reported it. I cross my fingers and pray that he doesn't. "I went to get something from the old lady who sells fruit, on the edge of the square."[/blue] I hold up the apple so he can see. "I got this. She started yelling a few seconds later, and the keepers began forcing everyone out of the square. I think they were trying to catch me in the confusion. I saw one or two talking to the old lady, but I don't know how much she could remember."

I stop myself. Am I telling him too much? He could have me dead in the next hour, if he wanted to. But when I look at the blood on his knuckles, and the flattened bread, I remind myself that I want to know his story. What did he do to get an angry mob chasing him through the district? So I continue. "I ran, and I could see that the people were chasing you, not me. I thought they might have mistaken you for the thief, but by the circumstances, I think it was something else." I lean against the door frame with my arms crossed. "So what did you do, to get about three dozen people angry at you?"