SKY]] <--mad about the show

ooc- dude, its called an exaggeration. She has like seven bangles on, and they're the thin type. Like this thick ---> ||| in real life, smaller actually. I do not think they would be shining but ah, her glinting knife would be so Ill ignore that Also FYI Finnick Odair has prolly just been born. He's about twenty in the Hunger Games, and that's during the 75th games. Right now, we're on the 56th games. That's about twenty years of a difference, just about how old he is...

Thea looked down at her caller and chuckled to herself, not loudly enough for him to hear, nor the couple who were no coming up for air and glancing around with dazed, lusty expressions on both of their faces. The two stood up and after sharing a few words walked in the opposite direction, leaving Thea alone with the true creeper-guy below her. She peered down at him with her trademark smirk on her face and a falsely confused expression on her face. She glanced around as though checking to see if he was talking to anybody else before speaking directly to him. "Who me?" A louder-than-life laugh escaped her parted lips. "I'm no maiden, gentle sir but if you would like to join me in watching the sunset up here, tis fine by me," she replied. The word maiden implied she was innocent and ignorant. Considering some of the things Thea had done in her lifetime, especially with past boy friends, she would not dare apply that word to herself. Thea was eighteen for gods sake, a woman if this guy hadn't gotten the notice--words like fair, soft, maiden, and naive just did not cut it. Talk flirty, snide, carefree and evil to Thea and you've got it. Barely Words really could not correctly describe her.

Thea leaned back over the ledge of her building, checking to make sure the guy was gone. He was. Thea was unsure whether this meant he had found the conveniently placed stairwell on the side of the building, just a few feet away from where he had been standing, or if he had gotten bored with picking on a girl. Just in case, Thea thought to herself as she grabbed her knife and stuck it in her backpack on the floor next to her feet. She picked up the sack and slung it over her shoulder before sitting opposite to the setting sun and wish-washing ocean to watch the stairwell in case this guy took up her offer. He had been cute, Thea would be fine with spending a night hanging out with him, but you never knew what kind of crazies hung out around this part of town.

For Gods sake, Thea lived here, and she was the Queen of the Crazies. Anybody who willingly provoked her had to have some issues or a death wish. She wasn't a Career, had not been for several years, but Thea was a tough cookie with a blemished reputation when it came to bar-fights, hook ups, and other 'age-inappropriate' acts, according the the notices that used to be sent to her aunts house every few weeks. It was not her fault her friends had been caught drinking and she had been casually walking by. Well maybe her taking a few casual sips of the stuff had been her fault, but the whole situation was an exaggeration in her opinion, which she valued greatly and had expected her aunt to too. The woman was a known drunk, shouldn't she understand these sort of problems?

ooc- ILY, Thea. Shes such a drama queen, shes still a virgin but she acts like shes so tough and cool, which she partially is for the record, but when she says she only had a few sips of booze, she really does mean it. <333 Luff her.

ooc- Sky, myeh that was like 150 words. If you keep posting like that I might have to RP Tutor you. ^^ Naw I was like RAWR POST, so you are forgiven,,, (yes I meant to do that,,,)

Without meaning to, Thea gave out her fake name. Force of habit was top blame as she blurted out the usual, "Zane Qyicun, but call me Zane if you will, now how about you return the favor and give me something to call you by?" she asked. Thea wasn't a very suspicious person, but she was no fool. Having a name to put to a face brought a person more power. You knew who you were talking to, if these went badly, you knew the name to give the Peacekeepers or your shady buds who would take care of the person. Names were power. And that is why I'm apparently called Zane Qyicun, its a play on my name. The letters Q-U-I-N-C-Y rearranged and Zane is part of my middle name. Thea remembered the first time she had called herself that name, the immediate feeling of cleverness, like she was playing a game with the boy who had asked.

He had whispered her name, Zane, Zane, Zane, while they kissed later that night. Thea remembered how calm she had felt, like she wasn't actually kissing the boy, because Thea was Thea, not this Zane girl. That was the precise moment Thea knew she was like two people stuck in the same body. Thea, who was clever and funny and would have been a sweet girl if her god-awful parents had not left her in some boat, alone and hungry for love, food, for life. Then there was Zane who had lots of fun and hung around guys more than girls.

Thea let her backpack drop, from its slung-position to the floor. She was not worried about things taking a bloody turn for the worst. The guy was just some flirt, a little younger than Thea. Flirting had never hurt Thea before, so she did not feel the need to arm herself against it now, just because the guy was a tad creepy and she was alone with him on the skeezy roof of her building. Well, maybe she would keep the pack near her just in case, come to think of it, but Thea didn't feel the need to start waving around her kitchen knife yet. She smiled playfully and turned back to the sun, which the ocean was swallowing up greedily. Thea had always been fascinated by sunsets and rises. When the sun was setting you could see it moving, but Thea had never noticed the sun inching its way across her sky during the middle of the day. It was a pretty cool backdrop while Thea was people-watching.

Threats were no way to win over a girls heart, and that is when Thea's suspicions were confirmed. This guy thought she was some cheap, working girl from the wrong side of town. Like she needed to be told he was a Career, Thea sneered at him as he finished up his little speech on his wonderfully weird name and laughed. It was a short laugh though, because the unnoticing boy was going on, talking and talking about nonsensical things.

She waited patiently for him to end before giving Greenuck her most wicked smile yet, "Don't stick around on account of lil, 'ol me. You obviously have a better place to be, although I'm not sure where you're headed. That joke about a sister? I would have bought it if it hadn't been a Sunday evening, kid. What's your deal coming up here then acting like I scare you. C'mon, I'm just a girl, not a Career or anything so chill," she declined to inform him that she had once been a pretty fair Career, "Are you afraid I'll overpower and take advantage of you, poor, poor innocent boy!?" Thea laughed more, enjoying the sound of her strong, barking amusement. There was the familiar cruel edge to it, that told Greenuck to back off.

She ran a hand through messy, wind-blown hair and half turned away from him, half telling the boy to skedaddle, but leaving her invitation to the roof top open. She muttered to herself, loudly enough for him to hear if he was still paying attention, "Zane--like zay-nn. Qyicun like kwi-cun." Thea watched as the remains of the sun were swallowed whole and a green flash ran along the edge of the ocean. That happened sometimes, Thea did not know why it happened having never payed much attention during classes, but every now and then while she was watching the large, yellow-orange orb sink into the ocean, a flash of light would course along the edge, fleeting and bright. Like a lightning-strike somebody had once told her, another roof-top observer from the building next to hers. Of course, that person was a nice, old lady who said she watched the seas every night because her husband had promised to be home by sunset twenty years ago.

And people called Thea crazy. By the time Thea had stopped thinking about the nice, albeit eccentric woman, a filmy, twilight blue had settled upon the District. The ocean darkened a few shades along with the sky. They almost matched, and Ms Quincy thought to herself, if there were no people around, no pollution or world-destruction the colors would probably match perfectly. Plus wouldn't it be nice to have a white-sanded, lonely beach all to herself? Being truly, madly, deeply alone sometimes appealed to Thea, no matter how social and people-craving she seemed.