open ! C.G.Y.O.O.M.H

She wasn't afraid, but a sudden calm had washed over Dru. She recognized the red cloth tied to the arms of two armed people. Not because she had a dress made of the same material hanging in her closet back at home, rather she recognized it as the uniform or ID of a gang. Dru didn't really remember what gang, as she hadn't encountered any for close to two years, but she knew they were a bloody bunch of hooligans. Her eyes hadn't even registered the other girl yet, and finally she turned her icy gaze to the girl.

Around her age, but far less pretty, more feral looking and definitely not the type of girl Dru would befriend. For one, the girl didn't look like somebody who could be forced into wearing a floral-print short dress much like the one Dru was wearing now, and for two she seemed dangerous and different. In a District that trained all youths to succeed, dangerous could mean you were a good Career. To Dru, it meant you weren't a Career, and that you had a reason to hate the system, or at least not want a part in the ridiculous training.

She blinked, a bored expression on her face. The people, ever so slowly making their way toward her were all a danger. What Dru needed was a strategy. She was wearing a dress and sandals, so no running away for her. She wasn't strong, so no fighting. The only thing Dru could think to do, would be to bargain. It seemed stupid at first, but a young, innocent-looking, rich, Charlesburg being held against her will by a group of murderers, would earn them a lot of street-credit, and cash in exchange for her safe return. Being weak would have to be her strategy this time, no matter how much it made her stomach do back-flips and her knees grow weak. Just in case... she tightened her grip on the heavy book bag slung across her chest. In a matter of seconds, she could be swinging it at people.

"Hello, everyone," Dru called loudly and clearly, not even a hint of emotion in her nearly-toneless voice. She blinked and shifted her weight. On the inside, her heart was pounding, and her mind busy thinking of ways to escape. Fear filled her, and even though the sensible, tough, unemotional, cruel part of her was telling it to shut up, she couldn't help but be so scared....

ooc- g2g, and sorry--no muse.

ooc- ehem, her name is Dru, not Cindy >.<

Dru blinked at the gang-boy. Her icy blue eyes ran up and down him as she tried to find a Achilles heal to the pretty-strong-and-scary looking guy. She cleared her throat and smiled at him in a very creepy-little-girl way. At fourteen, Dru could be pretty scary and innocent looking all in one go. She nodded her head in the negative before taking a step back. She hadnt even realized that she was showing her fear by moving backwards. It was some primal instinct of hers that cried, 'flee, flee,' to the inhuman Dru Charlesburg.

"If we had been part of your gang, you would have called us tough for standing up for ourselves and insulting weaklings. I find it funny to think about that..." she said, a challenge in her voice. "Besides, If I were you I wouldn't do anything far too stupid, because its obvious this is your territory, my parents know I always come here after school, and we're filthy rich. If I get hurt, or die, my father will pay the other gangs to take you down. He recognizes the sloppy murder-jobs your gang is known for," she explained, spitting the last part. Dru rarely talked all that much, but she had to convince them that it was not smart to hurt her. A grim smile had replaced the creepy one. It was a victorious smile, and for once there was a glint of self-satisfaction in her cold blue eyes.

Suddenly she eased her back-pack off, and held it in a defensive position, blocking her heart and neck. Dru had never imagined her school books would be so useful, but then again she had never even thought to antagonize Marauders. Her idea about sucking up to them had gone out the window, and in had come a sense of having to protect her pride, and physical body. It would be a shame if she was crippled or something, by some idiot with a big, ugly weapon. She glanced quickly at the other girl and the lead-idiot. Something about the mystery-girl made Dru sure that she could hold her own in a fight, and keep lead-idiot busy while Dru planned her escape. Panic welled up inside her as the big, ugly weapon yielding guy took another step closer. Drusilla took a step back.

Dru had decided to shut up as soon as the unknown girl started insulting the Marauder. She edged closer to Zinnia-whose-name-she-did-not-know, simply because that same ancient-instinct was telling her there was strength in numbers. It was funny, as Dru was a very different when compared to the average teenage-girl of District One, to the point that some would call her alien, or inhuman. the reason this amused the schemer, was because she was so in touch with her instincts and primal-self, that sometimes she felt more human than anybody else in the world. Not many people started to depend on their instincts unless they were in the woods, in the Arena, or like her.


Thats when the young girl spotted him. Another young man walking down the street looking sketch and criminal-ish. Her blue eyes narrowed, but Dru kept his sudden appearance, a secret. Either he was friend or foe... or flee-er. A friend would be a stupid, bold, heroic person off to help two innocent girls (or a rival-gang member who wanted to stir up trouble), a foe would be another Marauder, and a flee-er was a smart person with a strong sense of self-preservation, who would run away fro the scene and forget it had ever happened. Dru was most likely to be the third. She ignored him, and instead focused on what as being said. Dru was pretty sure the one that had been sicked on her had muttered something, but it might have been any of the three street-urchins who were way too close to her.

Dru found herself fiddling with the strap of her back-pack. Her heart had yet to slow, and emotions came in waves. Panic crashed against her, mixing with anger, fear, boredom, heart-ache, and a sense of not belonging. It seemed facing death as Dru was now, had brought up a lot of suppressed emotions. How terribly normal! Dru had always hoped to face death, and do something unpredictable and memorable, not cower and act so very human! Her finger-nails dug into the strap of her back-pack as anger welled up inside the teen. She refused to die right now, it just didn't seem right...

ooc- why do Noms charrys always harass mine? >.<
sorry it took forever, i had to check all my e-mails ^^