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Secrets Revealed [open//three max] Aug 21, 2010 17:59:52 GMT -5

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Post by Jasik on Aug 21, 2010 17:59:52 GMT -5

Icarus Blight

It took me years, but I finally figured it out. My origins, from where my parents fled, the place that they would never disclose to me. I’ve wanted to know just what district I came from, but no amount of pestering, no amount of begging would get them to tell me which district they ran from. And then they died, and so did the secret.

Or so I thought.

My father’s journal, the first entry logged the day they fled. I’ve always been convinced that the secret was hidden between the covers, disguised by layers and layers of words. At first glance, one would suspect that my efforts were futile. Every time the district was mentioned, the number was blotted out with ink in order to hide the exact area from me. My parents didn’t want me to go back to that district. They genuinely thought they were protecting me from a terrible fate of endless toil, or starvation and poverty, or daily abuse from “Peacekeepers”, who were also mentioned in the journal. Maybe I’d be better off just forgetting what I’ve learned from the journal and just tossing it in a river, watching it float away with any desire to return to the district.

But that would be a waste. I would’ve just let go of all of those years, letting them wash away with my newfound knowledge. I’ve always known the intentions behind combing those pages. Find out where I’m from so I can return home. But the wilderness is your home, not some terrible district that your parents didn’t even want you to return to, a voice says forcefully from the back of my mind. I shove the thought away. I just want a glimpse, just one glimpse of the district that may one day be my home.

I look back on the moment when I discovered the district, when the odd pattern of numbers on that page in the back of the journal finally made sense. When I realized which number was the number of the district. Was it a feeling of dread or of joy? I can’t remember. Emotions were all conflicting with each other at that moment, and I can’t figure out which was dominant.

And now, sitting by the dying embers of my fire in the stillness of the night, I don’t know what my next move will be. I’ve always loved life in the wild. It’d take a lot for me to give it up. But... is the prospect of life in a district enough? A life of routine and ease, with the annual trips to the reaping? No, it’s not enough. But if I go, I can always leave. I can always slip back under the fence and take to the wilderness, picking up on the life that I’ve known forever. But would that small taste of life in the district linger, beckoning for me to return?

But is a life wondering what might’ve been any better? A life where I’d be yearning to realize how it would’ve been to live in a comfortable district life? In that moment, I know that I need to go, to find out what life in District Eleven would be like. So I settle back on my bedroll, watching the embers of the fire burn themselves out, leaving me with only moonlight.

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Secrets Revealed [open//three max] Aug 22, 2010 14:37:14 GMT -5

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Post by davy on Aug 22, 2010 14:37:14 GMT -5

Jake Macyntare

I had left early this morning on a walk as I often did. Usually I would tell my mom but today I assumed she would know what I was doing. I left before the sun had come up over the horizon, and before the Peacekeepers would be up prowling the woods for anyone attempting to flee. That had been hours ago. It felt like a lifetime since he had left. Now it was dark. Not the dark that you have at night. The kind of dark you have when the trees are to dense to see the moon. It's nearly total darkness. Suddenly something catches my eye. I see a boy about my age lying on a bedroll. He had a fire. More like had a fire earlier. Now it was just a few smoldering embers glowing lazily in the suffocating darkness. I'm trying to decide if this kid is hostile or not. Most people I meet in the woods are. I check for weapons. Immediately I see a staff. After a little more searching I determine he has a few knives and a staff. I look down at my own knife. This kid didn't seem to be much of a threat. He was built for speed and agility. I stood at 5 foot five and weighed 180 pounds with no fat. That was considered a big kid for 13. I obviously was built for strength. I had just decided to keep walking when pain shoots through my ankle. I look down. I can tell from the pain it was sprained. I take one step on it. I moan. I know that the kid has woken up without looking. I hobble to the fire and say," Can you help me I just sprained my ankle and could use something to help me walk back to my district. My name's Jake Macyntare by the way."

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Secrets Revealed [open//three max] Aug 24, 2010 20:48:06 GMT -5

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Post by Jasik on Aug 24, 2010 20:48:06 GMT -5

A voice startles me out of my doze. My eyes snap open and I'm on my feet with my quarterstaff held up in a two seconds flat. Only then do I realize that it's just a kid, about my age. He looks like Goliath, though. He's about my height, but all muscle. I notice that he's not putting much weight on one of his ankles. His words finally process in my battle-ready mind and I slowly lower my weapon. He's just a kid, wandering around out here in the wilderness with a sprained ankle. I slowly nod in assent. "Um, sure," I reply, carefully lowering my weapon. "I'm Icarus. You should sit down."

I begin wrapping his ankle up tightly with some bandages. When my parents died, they left me medical supplies, but that wasn't enough to last me more than a few months with my reckless nature. I steal supplies from unsuspecting travelers every so often. I try not to make too much contact with people. People lead to problems, as I've learned over the years. Which leads to the question: why am I helping this kid? I cut off the bandage, fastening it with a sharpened piece of bark, then have him lie down and put his foot on my knapsack.

Maybe I'm just helping him because he's my age and clearly in a bit of trouble. He asked me to help him back to his district, which points out the obvious fact that he isn't a runaway but a resident of a district. That must mean there's a district nearby, which could give me some leads on how far I am from Eleven and which direction I need to travel in. "Which district did you say you were from?" I ask casually, searching my backpack for food.

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Secrets Revealed [open//three max] Aug 25, 2010 18:54:02 GMT -5

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Post by davy on Aug 25, 2010 18:54:02 GMT -5

"District 6. The worst place in the world. The Peacekeepers are harsh. They like whipping people often. The only way that I can escape it all is to walk through the woods which is also illegal." I say. He starts to splint my leg. I make a mental note of his every movement in case this happens again. It looks like he's done it before his hands move very quickly. He finishes. I start to stand up. my ankle hurts. I decide to just sit down and lean my back against the tree. I hope the boy doesn't mind." What district are you from?" I ask. He doesn't look like someone from my district. He has the dark skin that is usual with someone from District 11. They usually have dark skin because they work in the fields all day. He's really small. He was probably someone who ran through the trees helping the workers. I wait for his response.

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Secrets Revealed [open//three max] Aug 26, 2010 3:00:29 GMT -5

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Post by Anarchy is BACK!! on Aug 26, 2010 3:00:29 GMT -5

"True intelligence operates silently. Stillness is where creativity and solutions to problems are found."

Amy had been stalking a kill, her highly calloused feet padded softly in the thick undergrowth. She had taught herself to find signs of animals. A twig recently snapped on a tree, hoofprints in the soft dirt, and paths cut right through a bush were some signs that alerted her that prey was nearby. She scampered over to a tree and found a very recent breakage. She was getting close.

Amy followed these tracks until they ended at a small clearing where the deer were grazing. It was pitch black out, but she could still make out the sillouetes of the animals. She pulled the massive sword off of her back and flicked a switch. A small part of the sword fell into ther hand. On closer inspection, one would notice that the massive sword was created by seven smaller swords with the one that rested in her palm being the smallest.

She took aim when she heard a crashing through the underbrush coming from the nearby district. The deer got up and immediately turned tail as a large kid ran through the middle of the clearing. What the hell was that? she thought as she watched the kid dissapear into the forest.

The wanderer got up from her hiding spot and re-sheathed the massive sword in its massive sheath. She followed the easy to follow path that the boy had created to another clearing. This time, there was a small pile of embers and a kid with a quarterstaff standing in the clearing. The kid from earlier seemed to be there too.

"District 6. The worst place in the world. The Peacekeepers are harsh. They like whipping people often. The only way that I can escape it all is to walk through the woods which is also illegal." He said to the other boy. "Bullshit." Amy said revealing herself to the two. "If you want harsh, visit District 1 or 11. They have the tightest security and the strictest rules." She leaned against a tree when she finished, waiting for a reaction from the others.