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sbeeg
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Constellations {Geebs} Jul 25, 2012 0:13:16 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jul 25, 2012 0:13:16 GMT -5

Dandy Gordon

The feeling to be free from the boy's group was enough to propel you towards the door way. You were too your limit with this kid's crazy game talk. If there was one thing you could not offer a smile for was someone who was depressed that they didn't get reaped. However, you didn't make it very far before Erik tackled you to the floor. Your heart jumped into your throat, fear gripping your mind and disbanding all other logical thoughts. Now he's talking- he threw you to the floor and is continuing this conversation as if nothing happened. Of course you'd be out the door by now but his own body was on top of your legs, preventing your quick escape. However that didn't keep you from trying to wiggle out from beneath him.

"If you don't like my views why try to dissuade me from liking the games?" That stopped you cold, even your small escape attempts came to a halt. All the blood drained from your face leaving it pale with horror. What did he just say?

"You like the Games?" this was too much, it must be some horrid, odd dream you were having. Dream or not it did not keep you from stating your opinion. "The Games are a tool used by the Capitol to keep the Districts in line. The Hunger Games are nothing but cruelty and death. Being in Twelve I thought you'd know that."

The horror was quickly mixed with a fresh crop of anger and you started to kick your legs, trying to free them. Your fingers grabbed onto the kitchen's door frame, trying to tug, crawl anything to liberate yourself from this freak and his brainwashed ideas.

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Constellations {Geebs} Jul 27, 2012 17:36:53 GMT -5

Post by charade on Jul 27, 2012 17:36:53 GMT -5

Erik, Erik, Erik. -Tsk- Now that's no way to treat a lady.

Dandy ceased her squirming at his words, looking back at him like he had lost his mind. "You like the Games?" she squeaked incredulously."The Games are a tool used by the Capitol to keep the Districts in line. The Hunger Games are nothing but cruelty and death. Being in Twelve I thought you'd know that." She began kicking her legs back, feverishly attempting to get untangled and get away, which only left Erik feeling bad about the whole ordeal. She seemed to be afraid of him now, if not utterly disgusted.

With a sad intake of breath, Erik managed to collect himself and extricate himself from the floor, pulling the wispy girl to her feet none too gently. "Look, I d-didn't mean to upset you, I was just w-wondering what someone else would be out this late for and I didn't know you felt so strongly about the games and so the door is over there..."
Erik sat back down and poured himself another glass of lemonade. The night had certainly been disappointing.

16 Jul 12, 23:43
GB: I bet you just sit at your computer with a tea cup and a monocle

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Constellations {Geebs} Jul 27, 2012 18:26:25 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jul 27, 2012 18:26:25 GMT -5

Dandy Gordon

Clawing at the floor to rid yourself of this freak, shock gripped your insides as you felt yourself being dragged up from the floor. Of course, you fought back kicking and twisting in his grip. Finally, on your feet you truly expected him to practice being a tribute on you- crack a neck or something. However all the boy had to offer was a mousy apology and an invitation to leave.

Something you took very willing. Dusting yourself off after wiggling all over the floor, you went straight to the front door. It stuck for a moment when you pulled at the handle, but afterwards it slid open, letting the heavy night air into the house filling your nose with the familiar smell of coal and something burning in the distance. Looking over your shoulder, Erik was pouring himself more lemonade, sitting dejected in the kitchen bathed in dim light that threw shadows all over the room. Lips pressed into a firm line you studied him. His dreams were crazy, wanting to be remembered as one of the hundreds of kids that get killed? That's hardly being remembered at all. However it is a dream. Your own dream was to make the drab world of District Twelve a little better. What if someone told you that trying to help people was idiotic and crazy. You'd probably mope over lemonade too.

"I just hope you know what you're doing," you say to him before slipping out into the District. Even crazy Careers need a smile to get through hard days, and that's what you offered him. Criticism and a smile.

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