Heartache by the Number {Hidden}

He reacts almost immediately to my mumbled reply, and the expression he wears instantly makes me feel guilty. I'm not exactly smooth with words, I'm rather on the sarcastic side, and tend to keep my biting remarks short and to the point. "Its okay, I wouldn't be able to get enough anyway." He mumbles, almost inaudibly. I offer a vague nod. It can't imagine it'd be easy, stealing such a considerable amount everyday. Even if it were absoultely necessary, it wouldn't be liekly I'd be able to get my hands on something everyday. Peacekeepers might turn a blind eye to illegal hunting, but stealing within the District - especially from the Capitol - would not be taken lightly. I've stolen before of course, many have, but mostly on a small scale so as not to be noticed. I risk it in the winter mostly, gathering up as much coal as I can possibly get back without being to obvious. The gloomy, rugged pathways tracing behind the Seam come in handy then. They're not really roads, just places where other have trampled the grass down to make a faint, narrow trail. I feel much better when he replies "Awesome," in a much more cheerful tone. I relax, feeling much less guilty about my earlier response. There's a beat of silence, and he raises an at eyebrow at my question. I stare back, finding my question perfectly rational.


"I'm really handy with snares, gathering, fishing. I know some advanced traps, and know how to make a pitfall, conceal myself and pounce game. But my main skill is using my spear to javelin game." I'm careful to catch all he says, nodding. He seems pleased to be sharing this with someone. Another short beat of silence, Randall looking rather absorbed in his ownn thoughts. I wait patiently - for me - until he snaps back. I'm about to open my mouth to as where on earth he might be hiding a spear, but before I make a sound he beckons me toward a tree, at which he crouches and rustles around in some foliage, after a moment retrieving a long, slender silver object. I wander over, curiousity getting the better of me. In his hands he holds a lethal looking weapon, gleaming faintly in the weak sunlight. He holds it out to me, and I sling my bow over my shoulder, taking it a bit gingerly in my hands. It's lighter than I had imagined it to be. I hold it up a bit closer to my face, studying it. I've never seen one up close, btu the sleek, pointed head I'm sure would leave a nastly wound. I have seen them only in the Hunger Games, grimacing as Careers skewered other tributes. The cold, smooth metal feels foreign in my hands, so different from the coarse wood of my bow. I hand it back, shuddering to think of what he could potentially do with it. Other than hunt, that is.

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I nod as he speaks, and I don't doubt he could penetrate multiple creatures. Probably plenty powerful enough. I do, however doubt my ability to throw anything like that with much force, at least not very far. I'm strong, but not in the way that he is, or the Careers you see lunging forward to volunteer in the upper districts. He seems quite proud of his spear, and it is indeed a fine piece of weaponry. I, however, and quite pleased with my wooden bow. It may be bit banged up after several years of use, but it has certainly held up. "How did you manage to get your hands on that?" I ask, happily accepting his offering. I bite into the sweet red fruit. It's been a while since I've had stawberries, on occaison, when I wander farther than usual on my hunts, I'll come across a small patch. I usually just eat them myself, there's rarely enough to sell. I chew through my stawberry quietly, just letting my mind wander. My thoughts are mainly centered around how nice it will be to have a hunting partner again. I've been scavanging alone for several years now, and don't get me wrong, I love the peaceful silence away from the sooty district, but it gets lonely at times. We sit in silence for a few moments. I notice his gaze fall upon my bow, and I swing it off back, offering it out to him. It's actually not too bad of a weapon, especially from our district, the mining district, where even fuel is hard to come by. My brother was a skilled bow craftsmen, quite a talent, but he'd also had a good deal of practice. Learned from a firend of his, I think. I've tried to replicate my own bow, but with horrible results. My brother frequently had to scrap his own creations.

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notes :: so yeah this is really horrible. xD I added a few sentances, but it's better than nothing I suppose. I appologize for this. XD