The District Search (Contd. Open)

((OOC: sorry, i'm not sure about what to write, so it's gonna be bad. also, I may not be able to respond as often b/c of the games, but I'll try to respond to you, kay?))

The girl takes her time picking up the blanket. She studies it for a moment, and proceeds to dust the debris off. She's moving slowly, almost as if she's distracted by something. The girl finally puts the scrap of cloth back into her pocket, and turns to me.

"No, it's my baby cousin's. His name is Connor. I'm not sure how it got there." She proceeds to tell me that her name is Diana Re. I don't really think she's telling the truth though. I mean, how can you not notice a blanket that's in your pocket? But I'll go along with it. For now, at least. "I'm Greg, Greg Macintosh." I respond. I mean, if I get sent to the detention center for helping her, it'll be much more exciting than this dump.

"Diana" looks pretty bad. Her hair is greasy, her eyes are bloodshot, and I can see dirt on her face. It's obvious that she's either dirt-poor, or has been running around in the forest. And by the fact that there is a leaf stuck on the bottom of her shoe, I'm going to guess that it's the latter one. And if she' s that dirty, she's probably pretty hungry too.

Should I let her into my house? She'll probably think that I'm going to do something really really bad to her. And that would just make her run away. But maybe... If she stayed outside of the house, then I could give her some food, and maybe a spare change of mother's clothes. They look to be around the same size.

I look left, and right. Nobody is even remotely near our location. I quickly walk towards the back of my house, gesturing for her to join me.

She's following me. I didn't expect her to do that. Without a word, she follows me into my living room. Yep. I definitely didn't expect that. Diana looks out of place in this room. The living room can only be described as elegant. There's purple plush sofas, with wood frames that are carved into fancy swirls and such. There is a rug which my father describes as being "Persian". It's actually a nice rug. It contains hues such as the blue of the ocean, and the purple color that matches my eyes when the blue contacts are in. There's a dark green which is the color of the grass beyond the fence, as well as a gold, which is the color of one of my... hair dyes. Well what can I say? I don't like having white hair. But Diana is all disheveled, dirty and not elegant. She plops down onto the couch, mud splattering onto the velvet. I flinch a bit, but it'll get out of there eventually. And if not, father will buy another one because he has enough money to do so.

So her name is Ariadne. It's an interesting name. Although I have never met a single person who had the same name as another, so to me, all names are interesting. We had learned a bit about Greece in school, but only the fact that it was an ancient country. We didn't learn specifics, so to see her so engrossed in the story was well, very interesting. But then she stops, and looks at me.

"No, you can talk as much as you want. You can follow me into the kitchen if you want; there's a stool there."

She was about to talk about the blanket. I knew that it wasn't her cousin's. But it's not her's... right? I mean, her name starts with an A. The initials on the blanket were C.T. it's weird...

I'm guessing that she'll follow me. She probably hasn't spoken to anyone in a long time. I'm trying to listen while I'm raiding the pantry to find something edible. Being an affluent family of District 10, we get some Capitol amenities, like a refrigerator, and the ability to be allowed to hoard a few food items. I find a can of soup, and dump it into a pot. I know how to prepare this. At least, I've seen it been done by the cook. It's really sad actually, that I can't even make a sandwich without being told that someone else will do it.

While the soup is cooking, I call out: "So, you were saying? About the blanket or something like that?"

(thanx so was she planning on touring all of the districts? or would she stop somewhere?)

Of course the soup is for her. Why else would I be making it? To spite her? But anyways, it's done. I cut a piece of bread from a loaf from the baker's, and give Ariadne a bowl and a piece of that baguette.

As we eat, I'm pondering what the CT means. It could be her mother's. But it could also be her dad's. I think dad keeps a record book somewhere...

My father used to tell me all about how the government worked. They actually kept a record of everyone who was living in District 10. Well, legally of course. I think it's on his computer.

"Hey, I have an idea. There are records in my dad's office. We could look there."

I feel rather... overwhelmed at Ariadne's explosion of happiness. Sure, it's great to see her in a positive state, but it's a little weird to be helping a stranger by technically breaking into my father's office. We could actually go to jail. But I don't bother telling her that. My father is in an extremely long meeting in the Capitol that lasts for weeks on end, and he always calls when it finishes. But on the off chance that something happens, I let Ariadne enter first. I quickly grab a pot. It's porcelain, and is pure white. However, there is a small red stain on it, from blood of course. I mean, it was hard to wash anything off of that stained china. So if someone enters the room, I'll knock them out with this thing. It's heavy enough to do some damage.


(will edit later, I must go to bed now)

She's right. I've noticed it before; I don't look like my father at all. I mean, first of all, I'm albino. It's a bit obvious sometimes. I mean, my skin is pure white. And my eyes are purple. Although today I was wearing glasses. The thick black frame resting on the bridge of my nose is really annoying, but I woke up late today.

But when I was born, my father was in a panic. He couldn't have an odd-ball son as an heir. He called up scientists from District 6 to see why his son was like this. My father wasn't a science person. He never paid attention in class, although he always got good grades. So he didn't know that albinism was genetic. The doctors told him so, but he demanded a test to see which one of the parents caused this disease. But I don't really know what happened after that.

"Yeah... You're right..." I say, my mind wandering a bit.

I wonder if my dad hates me because I'm albino. I mean, I know he already dislikes me because I'm not the absolute best at every single thing. But I'm a freak. Seriously. What kind of father would want to have me as their son in the first place? If I was gone, would he even miss me?

"U-umm... so let's look at those records then, shall we?"

I wander over to the computer. I know my father's password, so I log in, and open the records.

"Okay, searching for all living people with the first name C, and the last name T."

A few names pop up. Well actually 15 names pop up. I can eliminate about 11 of them because those people are still kids. So that leaves 4 people. Two men and two women.