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What is a runaway Healer to do when she discovers two people in bad situations? Illiana found herself frozen in the middle of a scene involving Peacekeepers, a person crying for help, and a guy who had just fallen to the floor. She peaked out shyly at them from beneath her concealing cloak, a dark brown, hooded traveling thing that was popular among runaways and Upriser like herself. They were warm, hid the face, and looked super-ninja in Lana's opinion. As a rebel, Illiana Annwn was breaking the law by simply breathing in and out. Her cloak may be a bit conspicuous, but it helped to keep her identifiable, naturally white-blonde hair hidden, and darkened her sea green eyes. Those pretty eyes were currently rolling in an amused matter as she absorbed what was going on, and realized what she had to do.

For Gods sake...

She breathed a sigh of frustration as the usual desire to help people in need of rescuing overcame the seventeen-eighteen year old woman. Suddenly she was running toward the person who had originally screamed help. Lana found herself grabbing his arm and pulling, pulling harder and faster than she had thought her frail body was capable of. Illiana knew time was of the essence: If the Peacekeepers caught up to them before they were safely hidden in the woods, this trouble-making boy, the faint one, and Illiana would all be in a sticky situation for various reasons. Armed assault? Helping to evade Peacekeepers? Run-aways? General weirdness? Here were three interesting people who really needed to get going. "Grab him," she called to the first boy, (Brent) flailing her arms in the general direction of the one who had crumpled to the floor.

The Healer didn't know what his deal was, but she was a woman of medicine, if she could only help these two, then report back to Griffin Tucker, tell him the citizens of District Twelve were getting rowdier and rowdier every day. Things would get better then, Lana Annwn knew it--perhaps she was an idealist, but Illiana saw a bright future ahead of herself. These were the thoughts in her head as she ran toward the fence that surrounded this loathsome District, two young men running behind her, or so she presumed.

Her feet pounded on the ground, just a few more steps, roughly twenty feet ahead was a small hole in the fence, hidden behind soem shrubbery. Convenient for people like herself who needed supplies from this District, and ever better for the poor souls of the Seam as District Twelve citizens liked to call it. Most of the Seam people hunted illegally. Lana cringed at the thought of the Peacekeepers sweeping the woods around this District. They would find, and take into custody multiple hunters, some as young as ten. They would be punished and it would be Mr. Violent a few steps behind hers fault. Why had he caused trouble? Because this world is messed up and the system was driving him crazy? Join the club, kid. Uprising. Its all about the rebellion, the coming storm...

ooc- Ill try to keep it short