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Snow f l a k e s // Axel Dec 17, 2012 23:16:45 GMT -5

Post by Sher is back :) on Dec 17, 2012 23:16:45 GMT -5

Holy water cannot help you know
A thousand armies could not keep me out
I don't want your money I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn
Your kingdom down

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A thousand words could not even describe the yearning I had for what was to come. The anxiety tugged at the sleeve of my heart all day while I watched hopeless careers battle each other ineptly.

The clank of metal became a monotonous to my senses, just another background noise in a normal day, but

this was anything but a normal day. Even as the small arm of the cold, steel clock reached five in the afternoon, my day was yet to begin.

This late into winter the sun tended to lay to rest around four-thirty, hailing the moon to glow and composing temperatures to drop. As soon as the bell rung for classes to be over at the training center, I cheaply said good work to my trainees and dashed out of the room to the trainors' locker room, where countless cold lockers lined up against the barren gray walls waiting for their normal owners to come and empty them out, marking an end to another day.

My fingers flew around the small numbers on my combination and I squeezed into my down coat and swung my mud tainted bag around my shoulder, booking it for the glass doors that opened to the outside, closer-to-reality world.

"Ana! Where ya goin' so soon?" called a cheery, uplifted voice. The last thing I wanted to hear right now. My unsatisfactory face forced itself into a more half-hearted smile, the best I could do for the moment.

"Leighanne! I thought I was never gonna see you today!" I exclaimed in, quite a persuading, yet cheesy voice. Like a firework, she went on rambling and rambling how her trainees haven't gotten anything done and how our boos is being so difficult and some other shit I didn't catch.

In that moment I felt like the white rabbit in Alice In Wonderland. I looked at the clock on the wall every five seconds, not even giving a sliver of attention to Leighanne's colloquy. Every second that ticked by, my pulse became stronger and faster. Cutting Leighanne off in the middle of a sentence, I looked for a quick way out of the conversation.

"Oh yeah, it's terrible isn't it? So, um, I have an important meeting soon so, er, I'll see you tomorrow." I said impatiently as I headed for the door. Before she had a moment to respond, I slunk into the crowd out side of the center, blending in like a lion in the sahara so I made sure the impudent red head couldn't catch my scent.

Finally, I was free.

I swerved through the crowd of the square, carefully avoiding peacekeepers who knew my face by heart. I was known as the scandalous macabre good-for-nothing fox that just infected the 'beautiful' District 1.

A sea of faces surrounded me, allowing a few seconds of uncertainty cloud my vision. I had to be careful. No one could recognize me now, no right now. I couldn't afford to be hunted down. I could feel millions of eyes burning into my skin, peering into my soul and uncovering the secrets I had kept for so long, it made me feel sick to my stomach.

A hawkish wind bit at the tip of my nose and fingers as I tried pulling my jacket closer to body, trying to keep warm becasue it was going to be a long night.

I realized at that moment that the cold was the least of my worries right now, I had to get through the deal alive, and tonight. What kind of deal? Well, a deal that was not exactly, legal.

I rounded the alley corner and lay down y bag on the ground, taking refuge from the wind, and any suspicious person that for any reason could have followed me. I fumbled with the zipper of the bag, being as my fingers were almost frozen to the bone. I got it open though, and the treasure inside shined back at me. In that moment, I was blissful.

I did not exactly know what the guy I was supposed to meet with was supposed to look like, but I could only scan the darkened passing people. I knew he would be wearing a dark hoodie and a black bag similar to mine.

As I waited huddled against the brick wall of the alley, I pulled a lighter from my pocket and warmed my bare fingers, keeping my senses keen for anything important. The I saw them.

Deep blue eyes pierced the darkness like a light. They stared at me in curiosity. I tore my gaze from his and examined his clothes, a black hoodie and a black bag. I clicked the lighter shut and he left. I started after him. I was not about to lose this deal, it was the highlight of my future.

He couldn't fool me as I easily picked him out in the thinning night crowd. I ran up to him from behind, making sure not to make any noise by balancing on the balls of my feet. I grabbed the back of his hoodie and slammed his back against the walls, now holding his shoulder blades tightly as I could so he couldn't escape.

Did he think this was some sick game? I looked into his eyes, colder than the air itself. I was not focused on the expression in his face, all I was focused on was the savage fire burning and growing inside my body, reflecting in my eyes. Flames licked at the inside of my chest as I got more furious and my fingers began to curl around his shoulders, my nails piercing his cloth and skin. This game he seemed to be playing shaped my whole life, and I wasn't going to lose this round.

"Where is it?!"

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Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
See I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done

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Snow f l a k e s // Axel Dec 18, 2012 12:42:26 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Dec 18, 2012 12:42:26 GMT -5

Another day at the facility, another day wasted, he had told himself he wouldn't do this anymore, but here he was swinging his sword around mindlessly. It was the same routine day in and day out. Wake up, than wake up Renn, than they would both leave for training, and than go back home and go to sleep. There was no excitement in his life, well besides Renn, it was just so....boring. Sure he had made a few friends since he had changed his attitude, but still it wasn't enough to fill that void that seemed to be left behind.

That's why he had set up a rendeavous with someone, an exchange of sorts. He was unsure of the gender of the person, or even why they wanted the treasure he possessed, but who was he to ask any questions. At least it added something new to his life, a thrill to look forward to. Glancing down at the black bag beside his training bag he wondered what the odds were that the Peacekeepers took a look inside and asked him what he was up to. Despite his massive size and strength Xander didn't want to have to deal with the Peacekeepers. Heaving a sigh he looked back at the mat that he was supposed to be sparring on, this was getting redundant for him, he always won the sparring matches. Looking at the clock he began to count the minutes before he left, the clock hand seemed to move in slow motion as if stuck in a time warp.

Finally after what felt like hours instead of only a few minutes the bell rang signalling the end of the training. Walking to the weapons rack he returned his sword to it, and picked up his bags. Slinking out of the facility unnoticed his thoughts wandered back to the rendeazvous he had set up. It would be important for him to keep a level head, he didn't know the gender, size, or strength of the person he was meeting. As huge as he was there were people of equal or greater strength in District 1, and he had to plan accordingly.

Walking into the crowded streets of the district he tried to blend in as well as possible. Taking a black hoodie from his training bag he slid it onto his body and pulled the hood over his face. A face appeared in the crowd and fell in step beside him, and discreetly Xander passed his training bag to him and slipped the other bag over his shoulder. For a few more paces the person stayed in stride with him, and than broke away and faded into the crowd. No sense in having more than was necessary for this meeting, all he needed was himself and the bag.

Slipping silently through the crowd he caught sight of the area that had been chosen for the swap. There was a faint glow of a lighter that illuminated the person's face....a girls face. Questions and doubts began to form in his mind, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, he didn't know it would be a girl he was meeting with. Coming to a decision he began to walk away from the girl hoping to fade into the quickly thinning streets. It wasn't to be so easy though, the girl was like a hunting dog, following him with one soul purpose, to get what she wanted. He felt a tug on the back of his hoodie as the hood was ripped from his head and felt a crushing force on his shoulder blades. He looked into her eyes which seemd to be as cold as death itself, but he had stared down death before so this was nothing new to him. What he couldn't deal with was her "claws" cutting into his shoulder blades.

Her nails pierced the fabric of the hoodie and cut into his skin, and suddenly he felt a rage boil up inside of him. Who did this girl think she was, no one did that to him. He saw her lips moving as she spoke to him, but the rage bubbling up within him drowned out all sounds. Bringing his arms up he slammed her arms off his shoulders, her nails leaving ten bloody holes in his clothes and arms. Than he grabbed hold of the front of her jacket and lifted her off the ground slamming her into the wall opposite from where he had been.

Not a good idea love, you don't want to get on the bad side of Xander Thrash. I've fought people like you before, I know your type. I also know that I could break you right now if I really wanted to. I came to make a deal, I wasn't expecting some punk girl to be the recipient of said trade off.

A dangerous fire burned inside of him, some of the old rage he kept hidden unleashing itself. A look of pure murderous intent filled his face as he looked at her. He didn't know who this punk was, or who she thought she was laying a hand on him, but he would teach her a lesson.

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Snow f l a k e s // Axel Dec 18, 2012 21:11:02 GMT -5

Post by Sher is back :) on Dec 18, 2012 21:11:02 GMT -5

Holy water cannot help you now
A thousand armies could not keep me out
I don't want your money I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn
Your kingdom down

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The rage that gathered inside me caused me to mask any intention of not hurting the guy. I could tell he was in pain by the way his jaw was clenched as he spoke. I swear I could feel scorching steam leave my ears and nostrils as I stared him down with wild untamed eyes.

"Not a good idea love, you don't want to get on the bad side of Xander Thrash. I've fought people like you before, I know your type. I also know that I could break you right now if I really wanted to. I came to make a deal, I wasn't expecting some punk girl to be the recipient of said trade off."

Punk girl? That was a new insult to the list of name i have accumulated, but I have never been called a punk, and I indefinitely do not recall being a punk.

I am simply a girl with no clear path, a girl who just relies on low pay and quick and silent hands to make it through the week. Sure, I beat up a couple people, but I was not a punk.

Just as I was about to snarl something back at the guy, he rips my nails from his flesh and slams me against the adjoining wall. A groan escaped my chapped lips as I could feel the pain surge through the back of my head. Before I could react, he took me by the collar of my jacket and lifted me. He lifted me further and further until my feet were struggling to reach ground and i could feel his hot, tangent breath against my frost bitten face.

"I don't know who you are," I croaked, trying to catch enough oxygen to speak. "But you have no idea who I am, boy."

I gave him one warning look so see if he would back off, but as expected, he didn't. It is odd how people underestimate petite women like myself. They think were weak and incapable of defense, well maybe that is the case for some that are not trained, but as for me, I'm as trained as they get.

I rocked my body back and brought my knees up to my chest. With all the force I had, I dug the heels of my boots in his gut. It gave me a split second to escape his grasp and snatch the bag that was at his side.

I abhor resorting to violence like this. I usually just run, and keep on running till I lost them. Physically hurting people brings me back to horrible memories of my childhood.

When I was growing up in my family's wealth, my mother just wanted me to train and keep on training. She worked me like an ox. Do this, do that. Your not doing it right! she would nag. I begged her to let me have a break, but she said I had to work harder. Some days, her obsession with my training led to violent acts.

She would slap me around like some rag doll. She never saw me as her little girl. I was just the to-be tribute she never was. There came a time when she died, of natural causes of course, but at a young age. I was still only sixteen. My father just kicked me out. Ever since I've been a street rat.

At this moment in time, I was trying to lose the boy. The bag was heavy, which was good, so it gave me even more reason to escape his infantile wrath. I glanced back to see if I could spot him, and sure enough those ice like eyes pierced mine as if a trance was put upon me.

Next thing I knew, I found myself tumbling head over heels into an iced alley. My heart was a drum, pounding to the beat that now entranced my mind as I struggled to find shelter where I could hide from him. I had no strength to get up on my feet that moment since the ground was slippery and slushy like. I crawled behind a dumpster, pulling the bag behind me. I made sure I could have a spot where I could watch anyone coming, so I could make a quick escape.

I felt like a rabbit running from the fox. Ironic, because I was usually the fox.

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Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
See I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done

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Snow f l a k e s // Axel Dec 20, 2012 21:57:22 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Dec 20, 2012 21:57:22 GMT -5

The girl had guts he had to admit, not many people would still have the look of utter defiance she had written out across her face when met with his anger. He tried to get a better look at her features, to get an idea of exactly what he was up against, but the darkness allowed for him to see only the blazing anger in her eyes. Any other time he wouldn't have any caution about her anger, but something in her eyes told him she was very dangerous even to him.

She croaked out a few words that he could barely make out, but the word boy resonated through his ears, and a fresh new wave of anger swept over him. Did she have any idea at all who he was, did the name Xander Thrash have no impact on her at all? No one got away with calling him a boy, he was as far from being a boy as one could get, and that was like a punch in the gut. She gave him another look of warning that he only returned with equal loathing and warning. He wasn't about to give her any ground to get the advantage of him on, rule number one of fighting, never show weakness or fear.

It was only a pity that he forgot rule number two, never let your guard down. A swift movement on her part brought the heels of her boots grinding into his chest with surprising force. The shock caused his grip on her to loosen and she took the opportunity to escape and grab hold of his bag that had been discarded to his side in his anger. He regained his footing quickly though from years of training and seized the situation with a glance. The girl had taken the bag and was quickly making her way out of the alley they had been in towards the crowded streets. The contents of the bag may shock her though if she had cared to take a look. He was used to deals like this, and was always prepared for the worst. Patting his pocket he smiled grimly to himself, why deny her the hunt though, she seemed to want it anyways.

He followed her movements as she slipped out of the alleyway and looked back at him briefly before running away. Why not give her a head start he would catch her soon enough, he always caught the people who tried to run away. That was the problem with people like her, they thought they were the only ones who had a few tricks up their sleeves. Walking forward he broke into a run sliding out of the alley and into the streets of the district, he could barely make out her frame as she attempted to slip away. His eyes never left her small frame as she wove through the crowds in an attempt to escape him.

He pushed passed the people quickly tossing some of them out of the way in his attempts to keep up with her. Suddenly she disappeared from his sight, and at first he was unaware of what happened but upon reaching the area she had disappeared at he realized what had happened. A trail of ice led from the street to an alleyway, a result of a drain pipe hanging above, and apparently she had slipped on it and fallen into the alley. Carefully he walked into the alley and blocked the one route of escape he saw....the one he was standing at. His eyes scanned around him searching for the girl, but saw nothing. She was obviously hiding from him, but with her only route of escape blocked what could she do. His voice, cold and cruel broke the silence that had settled over the area.

I know where you are, you have no where to run now. You'll also find that the contents of your...excuse me, my bag, are not what you're expecting them to be.

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