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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 6, 2014 19:57:24 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 6, 2014 19:57:24 GMT -5

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Sienna Hunter
From: District Nine
Area: Wanderer
Status: Avox
Age: Eleven

There was no better time for the winter cold to kick in, but just a couple of weeks after Sienna left to wander the woods alone. Food supply was minimal with the hibernating animals and lack of wildly grown harvest. Just like the wild life, the young Avox was content with staying bundled away within a secluded area. Except that keeping on the move was a necessity, to change locations to avoid getting caught, and attempt to follow a food source. She never signed up for this though, and in some ways she preferred her slaved avox life; being isolated and alone felt worse. But Eighteen's goal was for them both to escape, and certainly things would be much better if that was the case. Being mad at the older avox wasn't right, she was only trying to protect them.

An entire hour of sleep was a lucky break, always waking up several times. The smallest ruffle of a nearby bush, with only an innocent rodent causing the noise, scares the little girl out of her skin. Rest came as often as food, and she had reduced to only skin and bones if she wasn't already before. At any time it was possible, Sienna would bundle up in her over-sized jacket in hopes for a little shut eye. More often then not she'd wake up with a start, just to receive an overwhelming fear to close her eyes again.

The weather was so brutal that every breath Sienna exhales forms into a cloud of puff, as the hot air mixes with the crisp cold. She stays clenching her legs, curled within the large, thick jacket. Even the growl of her stomach isn't enough to have her budge from the little bit of warmth. She slowly begins building her self up to make a move, scooting back into the hollow tree as much as she may. A small hand leaves the comfort and quickly goes for the backpack. She searches the front pocket until her hand grips the last piece of over-cooked meat; her stomach growls even louder with excitement.

A horrible scent fills the frozen air as she pulls the last source of food from her bag. Instinctively she throws the now rotten chunk of meat far into the distance, as she retrieves her hand back into the sort of warm jacket. The last piece of food would only cause sickness, even just from that horrible smell. She buries her entire body into the jacket, feeling depleted and hungry... Just as always the slightest sound of human movement brings Sienna spiraling up a tree and becoming hidden. The movement was as painful as the weather as the bitter cold stiffened nearly every bone in her body. Still within a few seconds she's high up in a tree, and nearly impossible to see, especially in the night darkness.

An old man trails along, clearly searching for something. Quite a few yards away he stops and begins digging through a bush. Did Sienna drop something? The smallest object could give away her general locations, and send the peacekeepers her way. But instead of an article of clothing, or dropped knife, he pulls out a large, healthy rabbit. In a general response to any chance of food the small girl's stomach growls once again, and hopefully blends in with the rest of the nighttime sounds.

After checking around for any followers he returns back in the same direction he came from. That had been Sienna's first encounter with anyone since watching the group of peacekeepers hunt down Eighteen. Fear, curiosity, and desire all fill in her emotions at once. There was a great chance that he could be dangerous, but it was also as likely that he could be kind hearted. Not wanting to be risky she decides to do what she does best, be sneaky. With the bag already hanging from her shoulders, she slowly and quietly begins following from the top of the trees.

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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 6, 2014 21:16:01 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jan 6, 2014 21:16:01 GMT -5

Cold and calloused hands caress my forehead for moments at a time. My mind swirling with the lasting effects of the four day old fever and bouts of fever induced sleep. My thoughts clearly not all the way there yet. My mind and head stuffed with so much pressure that the most I can do is listen right now. Listen to the silent whispers of the night. Listen to the quieted hushing noises my savior makes to me when I find that I am moaning with every movement I try to make. He keeps a hand on my shoulder, trying to quiet my childish fears and nightmares that seem to keep me from getting a full nights rest with the after effects of this fever. The days have mixed into one, very long day seperated by just the changing of the moon and sun's position. Today, is day five I think? Even though the fever seems to have taken refuge for now, I find that I'm still weakened, tired and missing my family.

"You're fever is finally breaking little one. Just four days after I found you. How did you become so sick Callisto?" I hear him mutter to me. I shake my head very lightly and I feel him press something cold and wet to my forehead. He turns to the small fire that lays in front of me, providing me very little warmth for the girth of the flames. It'll probably be just good enough to keep something cooking for a while, but for total warmth in these temperatures, I long for a bed and covers and a roof. This is the life that was practically chosen for me though. To survive out here in the wilderness where I won't have to worry about the reaping and the fears. Instead, I'm living my own hunger games out here. Every threat of death. Sickness. Infection. Wild animals. Starvation.

"I'm hungry." I state with a whispered voice to the man. I look at him with half closed, tired eyes as he leans down nearer to me. I look at his dimpled chin and his year induced wrinkles around his forehead and inbetween his nose, the worry lines. I watch him shake his head a little bit and places a hand near my face and covers my ear with the palm of his hand. He gives me a pleasant smile.

"You rest, Callisto. I'll go check my trap, see if we might have a decent meal since you're doing better. You need food. YOu need a doctor, though I think the worst of it is over. I thought I would have to go back to my district, find you're brother and give him the bad news. You and I have only met, but you still frightened me, girl. You were so close to giving up on me the moment I found you. You were sick for longer than you should have been before getting help. Luckily, I help my wife with the apothacary and I am stronger than an ox. Two things you needed. Now, we need to see about getting you're brother back. I'm sure they aren't making his stay any better than yours was out here all by yourself and in the condition I found you in. " His voice is gentle, though a little rough toward the ends of his sentences. His voice reminds me of how a hot knife just goes through butter. It's just that smooth. His pitch is just a bit deeper than my fathers, but that adds to his wonderous attitude. He must be a father, either that, or he works with children or people. It would be hard to think of him as anything but a social person. With that, he stands and pulls up the blanket over my body, and covers my head up to my nose. That's when I find my eyes closing and he disappears.

Time seems to speed by each time I close my eyes and when he returns, I hear the first twig snap and easily become reminded that I am out in the woods. Though, from the small fire, he brings back a rabbit and I smile happy to him.

"Fresh rabbit. That's wonderful, Wendell. You have good traps. Perhaps, you can teach me when i'm feeling better?" I ask him and sit up from my pallet on the ground. The thick layer of padding the keeps the ground from making it worse on me. Beside of me, his pallet lays close to mine. I can only imagine that he set his pallet so close to mine in case something happened. As of now, he neededn't to sleep so close to me, but I don't object. Having the company is nice. I do wish that my sister was alrigh as well as my brother. My mission in life now is to restore the bond with my siblings. First, with the one that I can because he is close to my location in the district of two, the man told me. He stokes the small fire, and begins to rip the fur off the rabbit. His voice though, invades my ears with this sweet little tune. I listen humbly and curl up to the blanket

Sweet little bluebird,
Open you're wings to fly.
Can't you feel the breeze,
coming through the sky?

Sweet little bluebird
So frail and so weak
Won't you try to fly again?
over the deep blue sea?

Sweet little bluebird
just rest yon weary head
Don't give up now, tiny one
While so far from you're bed.

Bluebird, bluebird, you crave to float on high
ready yourself to take flight
and let the winds carry you
into the ever lasting night.

The man's deep lullaby almost lulls me to sleep before something catches our attention. Something demands our utter silence. Suddenly, a voice comes across the way. Two voices conversing, then three. I add in three more voices before I realize they are coming close to us. I look desperately into his eyes and he takes immediate action. He stomps out the fire quickly. Then pulls me up to my feet. Instantly, I feel nothing but like a jello'd substance and I crumple to the ground with a pounding headache. "I can't..." I beg him.

"Not going to let you down after keeping you alive, small one. Let's get out of here." He claims and takes me into his arms. Our stuff is left near the entrance to an emergency shelter leanto.

"Over here. I smell something." I hear the rough words from the man and fear strikes deep. The moment we take off into the woods, I hear the chase begin. THey claim they heard noises in the direction we ran. I am cradled in the mans arms tightly as he runs, but it isn't far before he stops so suddenly. The almost darkness takes over my vision as he stoops down and stops in front of an old hollowed out tree that had falled from termite damage. The moss that grows all over one side of it tells how long it had been there. He pushes me off into the hollow bark.

"Hide with me. PLease. Don't leave me out here alone! YOu saved my life once." I plead with him as he bends down and kisses me on the forehead. He shakes his head.

"Dear one. The moment you get a chance, get to camp, get your stuff and go. Don't wait on me. I'm going back to two. I promised your brother!" He states, and the next moment, he takes off and begins to scream out this blood curling scream. Like he's being eaten alive.

"Help... it's coming after me. Don't let it get me!" I huddling in the tree from one moment to the next. I hear him so close to me and they have no clue that I'm here. Their conversation strikes me in an odd sort. He begins to tell a story to the people that have obviously taken him hostage now. Detained him for leaving the district. The same fate I once was going to have. I squint my eyes as he talks to them. For once, I feel safe when I hear his finishing statement.

"She's dead. The girl, that boy had me look for, didn't last two days after I found her. She died from the fever. From the cold. There was nothign I could do to save her. I burried her a days walk away from here. She's not going to be a problem... not anymore." He states and I hear nothing more. Some simple steps and reassuring voices and then their footsteps and voices are nothing but echoes in the wind. Once again, I have been left alone.

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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 6, 2014 23:00:50 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 6, 2014 23:00:50 GMT -5

Sienna Hunter
From: District Nine
Area: Wanderer
Status: Avox
Age: Eleven

Being petite and scrawny has clearly been a weakness over the past few years, or even Sienna's entire life. But when it comes to hiding, sneaking, and the need to be light for the small branches, the tiny disposition comes in handy. Easily she moves through the top of the trees, keeping a good distance from the older man she was following. Why was she even bothering? The hope for scraps certainly, she was desperate enough to pull the last bit of meat off of bones. But the need for someone else was subconsciously her biggest goal. For a young, sweet girl being alone was even more painful then the hunger rumbling through her stomach.

A much younger female comes into view as Sienna closes the distances after the older man stops. At first concern that he's an undercover peacekeeper searching for wanderers, fills the youngster's thoughts. But by the female's reaction, he's actually kind, as she sits up and it appears they must be talking. Something keeps the little avox there, wanting nothing more then to be apart of their team. Still she knew better then to give herself up, she didn't know who these people are, even if they may seem sweet.

The smell of cooking meat and the sound of the guy's soft singing voice fills the air. It was nearly impossible for Sienna to pull herself away from such comfort, even if it wasn't hers. She curls up in a small crevasse some thick branches formed. Even if human contact wasn't possible, they'd have to be leaving soon, and maybe some scraps will be left behind. The smooth lullaby drifts the little girl into some much needed sleep.

Any suspicious noise always jerked SIenna awake within an instant; so the sound of the fire being stomped out, and desperate chaos to get a move on, easily pulls her from her slumber. At least her spot was high within a tree, and the pitch blackness of the night nearly made her invisible. Another plus to being small. She stays put as she watches the older man lift the young girl and carry her off. Sound of peacekeepers mix into this need for departure; the chase begins.

There's nothing worse then peacekeepers, so Sienna doesn't budge from her hiding spot. Once they're a good distances away she climbs down to the collection of belongings they didn't have time to pack. They must be planning on returning if they can. Never leave behind anything. It was crazy how they could track someone down just by one dropped item. Immediately she begins stuffing their things into the bags, and then she stashes each of the three bags within a different hiding spot around their camp site. Leaving them all together would probably be to obvious and bulky. The last thing left in the open comes into view, the food.

The need for food fills her desires, with nothing else in her view. She sinks into teeth into a tiny bite, her fingers digging into the warmth of the grip. Peacekeepers. She snaps out of it after a single bite, putting the rest into the last bag to hide. Quickly she puts it deep within a thick bush and climbs back up a tree. She allows her ears to direct her in their direction, concentrating on being silent instead of speed.

"She's dead. The girl, that boy had me look for, didn't last two days after I found her. She died from the fever. From the cold. There was nothign I could do to save her. I burried her a days walk away from here. She's not going to be a problem... not anymore." That had to be the older man from before; it sounds so similar to the voice that soothed her into sleep without even knowing it. Peacekeepers hold a much more deep and assertive voice as well. But what was he talking about? From what Sienna witnessed, she was doing decently. They all leave and very quickly only the night noises fill the air.

As if the little kid was taking over, Sienna feels such a desire to kick and punch the branches around her, and allow a soft cry to escape. But she doesn't. She stays as still as a statue, and as quiet as a mouse. Before the sound of life brought such fear to the little one, but now she wanted nothing more then to hear the sound of people talking again. She allows several minutes to pass by, her thoughts running rampage as she wonders what happened to the girl who was probably only a few years older then Sienna herself. The best guess was that the older man gave a distraction and bought her some time to make good distance. Eventually the youngster hops from the tree and begins making her way back to their campsite; at least she may still be able to finish their meal.

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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 7, 2014 20:00:12 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jan 7, 2014 20:00:12 GMT -5

Callisto "Callie" Halter
Seventeen years old
Formerly: D10
Currently: Wanderer

"She's dead." He tells them that I'm dead. I shake my head when I knew I'm alive and well thanks to him. He's using his statement to get them off my back. He goes on to tell them that I'm buried about a days walk from where I stay hidden underneath the old bark of this fallen tree; inside where it smells of old, cold moss. I shiver, both from cold and fear, and I'm surprised the whole time I hear the men outside my shelter, they don't hear the old bark rattling. I cover my head with my hoodie and breath in a deep breath of heat from my body that still lingers with a small amount of fever. It's almost gone, the fever, I can tell with the way my body no longer craves the heat or threatens to break my teeth from chattering. I have no clue how many days I was ravaged with that fever, but it took four days for me to come out of it when he came with medicine and a gentle hand. I couldn't owe him more than my life and here he was sacrificing himself yet again for me. I want nothing more than to jump up out of this fallen tree and save him from whatever punishment he's going to have for saving me.

I don't.

Instead, I keep where he told me to stay. His stern voice that told me to get to camp, get my stuff and make a break for it, comes to my memory. He didn't want me to wait for him. He was going back to two. Perhaps, he was going back to release my brother? Maybe, he's going back to let him know that he did what he was asked to do? To save the sister of a man who risked everything to keep his little sister safe. So many people sacrificing their safety for me. Too many people are risking their lives for me. One day, I will pay back each and every one of them. Whether, I lay down my life for someone else or I find them and I'm able to give them my thanks, my mission has been set. My whole purpose now outside of district ten is going to be just that. Paying back those who have done everything for nothing.

I lay there in the hollow log for what seemed like half an hour, but in reality, time seemed to go of forever at this time. The darkened forest seemed to have gone back to normal. No noises escape from leaves around me. No crunching of feet against the bark hiding me. It must be safe. It has to. Now, is my chance to get back to camp, pack up what I can from those three bags and hightail it out of here and pray for my brother to be alright. It's my only wish now is to be reunited with him one day. So, the moment comes and I peek my head out of my hiding place and I look around the darkened forest. No sounds. No lights. Nothing.

Empty.

Alone.

Callisto. A wanderer of one.

I cringe at the thought of, after five months, being alone out here in the woods. No human contact. No voices. No one I can actually trust. This is goign to be the moment I will regret since leaving my district. I pull myself out of the log and begin my walk back to the camp. The only problem was that I had no clue where I came from. What direction that the camp was in. Wendell had picked me up the moment I tried to walk and failed. He carried me through the woods some distance from our camp. Now, I was going to pay for it. Lost. Aimlessly searching for something that could be twenty feet away and I'd never be able to find it. I can't help but look up at the full moon shining bright, illuminating my path through the woods. I chose a path and took it.

At one point, I felt so lightheaded I had to stop and let my forehead meet the bark. I breath in. I breath out. Several times, I let my sight get straight. First time in so long that I've felt up to the travel and right now, I have hardly the strength to do so.

"Wendell.... " My voice carries out so solemnly. I push off from the tree and start my journey again as I lean on each tree for a stable grip. For some reason, the tune that Wendell had sung enters my thoughts and out of my mouth, I mumble the words out.

Sweet little bluebird,
open your wings to fly.
Can't you feel the breeze
coming through the sky?

Sweet little bluebird...

My voice trails off as I try to remember the words to the song, but my head is so fuzzy at the moment that I only keep repeating the words I know. Was the song about me? Did Wendell really think I was going to die? I remember the sad like lullaby he sang to me not long ago. I sigh heavily and wish he was here to recite it yet again. I want him or my brother to appear but I know that won't happen now. My chances of surviving now rests only on myself. I need to get back to the campsite and pray that the peacekeepers hadn't found it.

Step after step, I watch carefully trying to see the darkened view of anything the looked familiar during the hurried run Wendell and I had gone through. To see if I recognized anything. Finally, somewhere in the distance, I heard a noise. I stop dead in my tracks. Were the peacekeepers still around? Could it happen that I might be walking into a trap? They were waiting on me to return to camp? With a defeated attitude, I think I'm better off being caught now. I might be able to meet with Wendell and would be able to meet with my brother again. The thought actually sounds temping and I advance on the noise. Not far in front of me, I see a small figure. The thin frame of some person. Someone short. Young? Girl? I can barely make it out before I give in to everything I've been wanting to hide and hope that this figure wasn't a ghost.

"Hello? Whose out there?"

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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 8, 2014 15:43:37 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 8, 2014 15:43:37 GMT -5

Sienna Hunter
From: District Nine
Area: Wanderer
Status: Avox
Age: Eleven

Isolation may be the most difficult thing to cope with, especially for a little girl. Even being a slave within the capitol was sounding better then this life. Before Sienna allowed her need for food and water to take over, ignoring her innocent needs of company. Now though, seeing the older man watching over someone, risking his life to save her, Sienna now desires that more then anything. A horrible pain fills the little one's heart, as if it was attempting to crawl out of her throat. So badly did she want to scream out for someone, anyone, she knew better though. How disappointed Eighteen would be to find Sienna returning to the cruel life she risked her own life to save her from.

A soft, almost desperate, song drifts through the air and nearly has Sienna racing back up a tree, but she doesn't. The melody is identical to the one that had just soothed her to sleep without the singer even knowing. This time though it was someone else's voice. The female's, it had to be. The sound is so faint and short but she must still be out there. A bit of hope replaces the sadness in the young optimistic girl. Except that she didn't know who this person was. For all she knew this was a set up to extinguish the small, very hidden wanderers. But the need for someone else overrides that after a long pause of internal debate. Just as she did before she could easily sneak up and spy, there was no harm in that.

Slowly but surely Sienna begins to cautiously make her way towards, what she was hoping to be, the female from earlier. She goes within the direction of the song, and allows any other sounds to guide her further. The wildlife is untamed out here, leaving plenty of things to hide within or behind of. Just as she reaches a spot of decent view the safety of the leafs around her become her giveaway, with the rattle of something bigger then just a rabbit moving through the greenery. She freezes, having just enough space to actually see the older female.

"Hello? Whose out there?"

She's staring in Sienna's general direction, and seeming just as scared as the little one herself. Of course she would be. The peacekeepers were after them. Sienna wasn't even being targeted, and she was overwhelmed with fear. There's such a desire to trust her, help her even if she was older. Still the youngster finds herself stuck, with only a fast beating heart as she clenches the branches around her. Then she's moving very slowly, but not away from the potential threat. In less then a minute she finds herself only a few feet away, staring up at the older female as if she was an alien.

It's been over two years from the operation, and by now Sienna remembers her inability to talk. Quite a few times she attempted when the event first occurred, but after a year she knew better. Just as she did in the capitol to indicate she was an avox she brings her hand up to her lips and covers them. This part she didn't consider, and it was awfully risky being so daring with her status; the lowest factor in the human food chain. Still the person standing in front of her resembles Eighteen so perfectly, with a voice that the older avox probably had. The small girl gently points to the stranger and then to her own bag hanging from her shoulders. Let me show you. She gestures for her to follow, remembering exactly where she stashed the bags.

Whether the older female was going to follow or not, wasn't going to change Sienna's direction. If she wants to make a run for it, then maybe the tiny avox could grab a little bit of the meat before dashing off herself. Though being alone once again sounds worse then starving. Please follow. After many yards, the areas empty and hardly resembles any human being around except for the stomped out fire. Within ten feet of each other all of the bags are well-hidden separately, so maybe one wasn't confiscated. Luckily though each bag is just where Sienna left them. A small smile reaches her lips, cracking her dried and frozen lips that haven't stretched in a while. She piles them together and takes a few steps back to show she had no intentions of stealing, only helping.

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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 8, 2014 20:53:18 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jan 8, 2014 20:53:18 GMT -5

Callisto "Callie" Halter
Seventeen years old
Formerly: D10
Currently: Wanderer

"Hello? Are you there?" I voice out again, just a tad bit louder than before. I have no way of knowing if this figure I see is a ghost or a person, but either way, my voice must have been too low the first time for them to hear. Once again, I wait to see if there will be some reaction from this figure but all I get is a statue. For moments at a time, I start to beleive that my fever has made me delious beyond belief. I rub my eyes quickly, then look again, and at that moment, the figure starts to come near to me.

Slowly.

Smoothly.

The small figure seems to float across the ground. Hesitantly, I put a hand up in front of me just slightly to stop the figure, or touch it one to make sure it isn't just part of the delusions I might be having due to the sickness. The figure moves closer to me still until she's just enough in front of me that I reach out within an arms reach and touch the top of her head. I don't though. Instead, she instantly brings her hand up to her mouth and doesn't say a word. It don't make any sense to me at first. I have no clue what she is doing other then the fact that she's really young and out here in these woods by herself. Is she worse off then me? Was the peacekeepers coming after her as well. A few minutes later, I start to realize that the child can't speak or she clearly would have by now. Was she a mute?

No sooner had that thought crossed my mind, did she point to me then she motions to her bag. My foggy mind seems to clear a bit to think she might be talking about my bags that were left. "My bags? My camp? Do you know where my campsite was? Did you follow us?" I ask those questions fast and with a weakened voice. She doesn't take but two seconds to turn andn gestures or me to follow her and so, with weary muscles and tired eyes, I follow the little girl. Still, I keep wondering if she's a ghost or if this was all a dream. Not much further from where I had started traveling, we end up where the old campsite was and I see the small area where the ground is singed from the cooking fire we had, though, the food that was roasting there was gone. Probably snatched up by some wild animal was my thought.

"Where are the bags?" I ask just as she begins to search for where she had buried them. One by one, I see her stack them together and takes a few steps backwards away from the pile. I stand there dumbfounded though. Was this a trick? Was she luring me back to the peackeepers or would they appear at any moment? I rub the side of my eye and then look to the girl.

"Thank you for stashing the bags. I appriciate it." I tell her with a saddened voice as I move to get close to the bags and then falls to my knees beside the bags, folding my legs up and touching one of the bags to bring it nearer to me. My brother's bag stares me in the face. I remember what the man had said, "He won't be coming back." I instantly feel tears coming to my eyes and I reach up to grab them before they stained my face. I sniffled and took my hand to bring the bag up against my chest and hold on to it tightly. In less than a week, I'd lost the only two people I could trust with my life. Though, suddenly, I remember the girl that stands in front of me. Her small frame and tiny features. I begin to wonder if I am meant to help her now? I have been helped for so long, perhaps it was my turn to return the favor to someone younger than me? I look up at her with a painful face.

"What is your name?" I ask her and wait for just a moment. "My name... is Callie. How long have you been out? ARe you alone or do you have others with you?" I question her as I unbuckle the latch to my brothers bag. Whatever is to happen now, I know I can't carry all three bags. I need to collect my supplies... and leave these. I can't be caught now and there's no way to tell if the peacekeepers will be back to check for any supplies left behind. I know what I have to do. I am going to have to search the packs, combine two into one and leave the last one behind and make it look like it's still full.

I begin to pull out small things from the oversized pack of my brothers. His clothes and his book of matches and the flint stick. Anything useful, I start to move into my bag. My brother's clothes though, will have to stay, though, I look to the girl. "Are you cold? Do you need more to keep warm?" I offer up my brother's long sleeve shirts that he has in his bag. Although they are bigger than the tiny girl, it would provide more warmth for her.

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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 8, 2014 23:16:22 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 8, 2014 23:16:22 GMT -5

Sienna Hunter
From: District Nine
Area: Wanderer
Status: Avox
Age: Eleven

Only a little over two years Sienna had to learn how to cope with being an avox. The other ones were very talented at communicating with the speaking, and she did her best to pick that up from them. Still she didn't have many opportunities to practice as they usually took the lead. She successfully was able to tell this wanderer that she knew where her camp was, where her bags are. Instead of running away she even follows the young girl, causing the little heart to warm up despite the cold. Just a minute ago she was ready to give up, and now there was someone.

For some reason the older girl looks confused. Well maybe she did have a point...what are the odds of running into a small girl in the woods? Let alone having her watching them, protecting their bags, and then following them. "Thank you for stashing the bags. I appriciate it." The sentence ring through Sienna's ears like a beautiful melody, growing her smile as she nods her head. When was the last time someone gave her such kind words? It had to of been back in district nine. She was so happy to help, to be around someone.

For some reason the bags make the one able to speak fall to her knees and grab hold of one of the bags. Now it was Sienna's turn to have a baffled look upon her face. Of course she'd be greatly upset if she lost her bag of necessities, but this seems more sentimental. Still the little girl was unsure of what to do as the older one hugs a bag for comfort. Back in Isabella's home they weren't allowed affection, and it almost felt foreign.

"What is your name...my name... is Callie. How long have you been out? Are you alone or do you have others with you?" There's a few questions and a few pauses, but it was nice to put a name to the face....though Sienna couldn't use it. She began to get nervous as there was no way to respond. A pen and notebook wasn't left along with the other materials. Once again Sienna brings her hand to her mouth and shakes her head. Actually showing her missing tongue was not something she wanted to do, ever, but it was difficult to figure out a way to communicate.

Just as Callie begins searching through the first bag Sienna searches for a thick enough stick to write with. She was a little nervous for her to stumble upon the bitten piece of meat, but maybe she wouldn't care. By the impression so far she was nice, but then again so were some of the capitol citizens...until an avox made a mistake. A decent stick gets into Sienna's grip, and she begins writing in the snow. At first she draws the number 11, though she giggles slightly and crosses it out. That was no longer her name.

In a new spot of snow she spells out the letters she was taught before any of the bad events, Sienna, a huge smile plastered to her face. There's someone else, she thinks. Then she writes out a while, and a bit away from that alon, not knowing the proper way to spell everything. Education stopped after leaving district nice. She points back to Callie again, wanting to also know about her.

"Are you cold? Do you need more to keep warm?" Callie offers some long sleeve shirts, which compared to Sienna were huge. The smile still lingers upon her face as she reaches and accepts the warmth. By now she would proof to be a threat, right? And by the gift she had to be as kind as she appears. The small girl pulls two of the shirts over herself immediately, both being large enough to even fit over her over-sized jacket. But after all Sienna was petite so say the least. Eighteen taught the youngster to always touch her heart to say thank you, and knowing nothing else that's what she does.

She couldn't leave. This was exactly what Eighteen wanted, and Callie even has the gift of speaking. Plus Sienna would simply give anything for company, after being alone for so long. She knew that the best way to have someone want to keep her around was showing her usefulness. Just as the older avox demonstrated a few times before, Sienna begins to dig for dry twigs and branches to start a fire with. At least the stomped out fire still holds decent wood to use, and a nice area to start one. It was easy to read what Callie was doing, organizing everything to be easily transportable. Reading the other avoxs was a talent they all had to pick up. So as she did that, Sienna's slowly rebuilding the fire, having a bit of practice, though not perfect. With the assistances of her lighter a spark easily catches, then soon a small fire.

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Callisto "Callie" Halter
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Currently: Wanderer

An offer of my name. A question of curiosity. Those are the things going through my mind as I put them out to this child. This little girl that looks too young to be out in the forest of all places, alone. It saddens me to see this. How has she survived or for how long? I wouldn't wish this life on anyone who was ill-prepared but how could she be prepared for this life? I'm only seventeen, and yet I'm still unsure of what this world has to offer me. What dangers lurk round each standing tree or beneath the waters of the deepest stream. My siblings were the ones that were suppose to look after me. My sister was taken down before she even got to start the journey. I hope you're still alive sis. I pray that you are still well, but for some reaosn, I can't see that you are. How did they know we were leaving that night? The ever present question still stands in my head. How did they find out that night?

My name is carried out on the wind of my breath to meet with the long haired child, but my words seem lost within her. For a moment, before I watch her look for something, I turn back to the bag messing with its contents. I hardly remember the inventory since he never let me inside of his pack, but I have no choice now. I have to see inside and deal with it accordingly. He won't be coming back and I need to pack up soon and leave before the peacekeepers come back, if they do. The rest of tonight is safe, but before first light, the need to leave would be made the priority. I place a hand to my head for only a mere moment, letting a small wave of dizziness pass over me before I keep going through the bag. Sienna, on the other hand, has taken to writing something out in the patch of snow. I watch as the two lines form beside each other before she crosses it out and redoes it. This time, the letters form a name. The first three letters come at a rather slow pace, but the rest follow up right after that.

"Sienna is your name? That's pretty." I state giving her the acknowledgement of hearing her name aloud. A good method to remember things. I turn my attention back to the rest of the stuff she is writing. She begins to write out the answers to the questions I asked just previously. Each time, I watch slowly as she writes with the stick. I grab out of my brothers bag this tiny wooden charm of a goat. I shake my head and hold it tightly in between my fingers and press it against my palm. I turn to look at what she's written.

Each word seems to make sense to me even if they weren't spelled correctly. It has answered my question and that's all I cared about. That.. and why wouldn't she speak? With a nod of my head, she suddenly points to me. I shake my head in confusion and furrow my brow. I look to what she has written, then it starts to don on me what she wants. "You wanna know more about me? Umm," I look to the ground and I made sure to cover the name already, then when she had written 'There's someone else', I nod in agreement with her, then take it back.

"My brother was here with me a few days ago. He... that man that saved me said he wouldn't be coming back and I guess he won't either. So, I've no one now." I look at the next order of answers and see how she's written 'a while' and I give her a painful grin. "Same here. I think... it's been close to about fiv... no... almost six months. I think? Sorry... I can't remember much in the last couple of weeks." I tell her. Because of the fever, I'd been sleeping alot off and on as of late. My sense of time was totally messed up and from what that man had said, I was out for four days until today. Still, my body felt weak, but I couldn't just stay here. I know we have to get going no matter what. Though, when I stumble upon the extra clothing, I offer it to the girl immediately.

"They fit you well, little one." I let my voice carry out in a whispered tone and then I leave the unnecessary items I think I might be able to deal without, although all of it was going to be a needed thing. So, when I see the girl begin to dig for more sticks and stuff, I allow her to keep doing that. I don't question her. If she wants to stay and build the fire, I will let her. My nerves are jumpy and I'm afraid but the more I contemplate leaving her here, I just can't. One night... tonight.. just a few hours until I can get myself to move at a proper speed.

After gutting my brother's bag for all the items I might need, I move on to the older man's pack. Immediately, I see four small bottles with pills in them. In two of the bottles, the pills look blue, with a small stripe of white on them and the tiny lable on the glass bottle is handwritten with the word 'Fever'. The other two bottles, with white pills, both say the same thing, 'Pain'. I turn each of the bottles over and see the handwritten directions on them of how many to take and the necessary dosage for each and I immediately hug them to my body. I can only assume that's why I had survived was because of this medication that he somehow had gotten to me to take in my fevered stupor. I place the four bottles in my bag and keep going through the mans bag. I then come across the meat that the man was cooking right before we had to leave all of a sudden. A small bite mark out of it shows clear and I look to the girl and hold it up.

"You hungry?" I state, and pull out the meat from the rabbit that he had caught. I hand it out to her and wait. I know she must be hungry as thin as she is. I look to the small fire that she has built and already I seek the warmth. My body feels frozen and it makes me curious if the fever is coming back or if it was just that cold out. I hold the meat over near the fire. "I'm going to warm it back up before you eat it. Okay?" I offer it up fully to her, and use a nearby stick to penetrate the morsel before angling it over the fire again. Even after so long of sickness, my want for food is absent. My stomach doesn't offer up the need for it, so I don't think any different. I just want to make sure the girl eats. I place my head in my hands for a few moments, allowing a yawn to escape my mouth and I close my eyes. Where are you? Are you doing okay, bro? Please... don't let them kill you. You need to make it back out here out to me. I don't know what to do. I'm scared.

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Sienna Hunter
From: District Nine
Area: Wanderer
Status: Avox
Age: Eleven

Sienna. When was the last time she heard her name? Not once after being pulled away from her mother. It was her, her mom that was the last to say her name. If only Sienna screamed back, repeated to her mom those lovely words of I love you. But the young girl didn't understand what was about to happen. If only she knew she wouldn't see her mom again, that she'd never speak another word again. But now, hearing those words after over two years of being called by a number... For a second a wave a sadness takes over her, but shortly a proud smile fills her innocent face. Hearing her name, was magical. The only ones that were kind in the Capitol, couldn't talk themselves. But it was clear the Callie was much different.

It takes a moment for Callie to realize Sienna's point was a gesture to know about her. Communicating was difficult, Sienna knew that by lots of experience. Even with the owners that had avoxes themselves weren't the best, as every person's different with their strategy. But over time it becomes easier, and of course Sienna only hopes that she finally stumbled upon company. Maybe, after all Callie didn't seem like the person to leave a young girl alone. She even starts to give a little information after figuring out Sienna's point, after the youngster nods her head dramatically because she was understood of course.

The older man couldn't of been her brother, the age difference was too drastic. At first, when they were obviously together, it seemed as though he was her father from the far distances. He was apparently the one to save her though, so probably not a relative at all with that title. Either way though, neither were returning and now Callie was alone. Me to, Sienna thought to herself, figuring it'd be to much to write in the snow. Slowly she nods her head in agreement though, hoping that may get the message across. After all a way to talk would have to be figured out, she wouldn't be able to write all the time. But maybe she was getting her hopes up too much over having a new partner. How she wished she could of pulled the older avox up with her into the tree, have company and guidons all of this time instead of loneliness. Why wouldn't two people without anyone else not stick together though, right?

They exchange how long they've been out here, with Callie having quite a few months on the little one. But then again Sienna couldn't see herself lasting much longer out her on her own. The cold was worsening, along with the wild life and plants depleting, and her spirit was running low. Now though, with the inspiration of someone else, it doesn't seem that way. She shrugs her shoulders with a small grin as Callie apologizes for not knowing the past few weeks due to being sick. It didn't matter to her, there was company now. She could careless on what had happened, this girl was sweet and that was all that mattered.

"They fit you well, little one."

The kind nickname is as musical as her own name, nearly bringing tears to her eyes though she only pulls out another smile. It was much too cold for wet eyes, and she had no water to spare; plus Isabella never allowed tears, so Sienna was good at holding them back. What was more helping, a bright face or a sad one?

It was easy for Sienna to recognize Callie coming across the cooked rabbit she had a bite of earlier, and immediately her smile sinks though she continues to try to light the fire with her lighter. Her eyes stay glued upon her work, as she can feel her heart race against her ribs. "You hungry?" Callie's words surprise her, still she's unable to pull her eyes away from the fire. Some how the small one still manages to nod her head though fear is overtaking her. Even though the older one has been so kind, she could never know where the line would be drawn.

"I'm going to warm it back up before you eat it. Okay?" Callie's voice is so nice it's hard to believe she was tricking the little one. Finally her eyes pull from the fire that was finally warming them from the freezing cold. It was difficult to believe someone was this kind, after living in the capitol for two years at least. She probably wasn't from there though. A district most likely. She stares at Callie's features, with no tattoos or dyes or anything indicating she was from that horrible place. By the looks of it she came from a working district, the idea of trust works its way in.

While Callie heats the rabbit back up, Sienna's brain runs rampage. She has to figure out a way to say thank you. So she jumps back up to her feet, with the stick already in hand. How was the two words spelled? A few times Eighteen taught her a little writing, but Isabella didn't like that, so it was rare when they could sneak it in. After a long consideration, and a nice pause between each letter she actually draws out the letters, "thank you." This time she sits a little closer to Callie, though a decent distances as to not scare her off.

The warmth of the rabbit thaws her tiny hands from the freezing cold. But why didn't Callie split it so she could have a piece? Sienna splits it down the middle, pretty much evenly, though she gives the slightly larger chunk to the older one. After all if was hers, she was kind enough to share it, and was older so needs more strength. The youngster was grateful to simply have food and began taking small bite after small bite; enjoying the fact that it would fill her stomach, though she had no clue what it tasted like.

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The wooden charm of the goat is deposited neatly in my coat pocket the moment I find the peice of meet. I don't want to lose the wooden charm into the flames. My finger's release the token and it falls precariously into the bottom of the pocket. The meat though, settles across the fire, rewarming after it had sat for a while due to the peacekeepers that had arrived out of nowhere and completely unwelcomed. I watch her expressions and movements. Still, it doesn't don on me why she can't speak, but that kind of information doesn't really concern me at the moment. I'll ask one day soon, but we've only just met and to ask her all of these personal questions would be the same as her trying to ask me for my life's story about why I left home. To save me from being reaped.

Suddenly, out of the blue, the girl begins to get up, her tiny body moving around furiously in order to start writing something within the patches of snow that lingers around. I let my eyes wander over each of the letters she writes.

T...
H...
A...
N...
K...

The word 'you' comes out alot quicker as she writes it as if it isn't that hard with just the three letters. Not to mention the curves and sharp lines were easier to write then the other crooked letters. I give the little girl a smile from my lips as she takes a seat closer to me this time. Is she beginning to trust me or something? Is she skiddish of me? A few minutes later, she reaches for the rabbit meat that's been settled above the fire and she seems so pleased to have the morsel in her hand. Though, even with the thought of food, it only turns my stomach. I've lost so much tonight and come to the realization about what's going to be happening with my life and now with the little girl's life as well.

"No thank you, Sienna." I reject the offer of the meat that she tried to split with me. Even though I know I should eat, I just can't seem to make myself. Instead, I put my hand up to her and push it back to her. I've eaten well enough out here in the woods for the last few months. She looks like she hasn't had a decent meal in forever. Wherever she lived, they didn't feed her well. Her family didn't offer her the best nutrition or anything. I feel sorry for her. I give her pleasant half grin before pulling the small blanket from the old man's pack and laying it down near the small fire that Sienna had built again and lay down, letting my head rest against the crook of my arm. With my other hand, I bring it - wrist up - to my forehead to feel. I can feel the warmth across my skin. The chill that still sinks in my bones. I know the fever is still lingering. I lean back up and reach for my pack again and one of the bottles of water that the man had purified from a stream he found a good distance away.

Inside of my pack, I reach for the bottle of pills labled 'fever' and take one of the blue pills with the white stripe on it. I let the round medication sit on my tongue for a moment before taking a sip of the water, allowing the pill to go down. I cap the water and place it back in my bag and once again lay down. I look to the girl who must have been watching.

"I've had a fever for a while. Been sick for some time. The man told me I had been out for four days before this day. I don't think the fever is truely gone though. I'm sorry. If I'm not feeling well in the morning, you get out of here, you hear me? I don't want those peacekeepers to find you. You take my pack and go, right?" I give her instructions. Should I be doing worse in the morning, I plan on turning myself in. Surely, they'll go easy on me or something. Maybe they'll ship me off back to my district to sit in the stocks for a few days. No harm no foul, right? Though the thought of the little girl out in the forest by herself again makes me want to get better. I feel responsible for the child now. The tables have turned on me. Instead of being the one that others are taking care of, it's my turn now.

I try to lighten the mood just slightly when I go to ask her another question. "Do you like singing?" I want to know before I attempt to sing what the old man had done, but I barely remember the words. All I remember is just something about a blue bird wanting to fly away. The tune, though, automatically starts playing in my head, which in turn makes me start to humm. A few words begin to form after that.

Sweet little bluebird,
Open your wings to fly...
Can't you feel the breeze -
Coming through the sky?

Sweet little bluebird
So frail and so weak...

I stop abruptly to the part that I can no longer remember and sigh. The words were really pretty when I first heard them and now I've lost over half of them. I look at her. "How long were you hanging around when the peacekeepers came after me and that man? Did you hear the song he was singing?"

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 19, 2014 15:22:03 GMT -5

Sienna Hunter
From: District Nine
Area: Wanderer
Status: Avox
Age: Eleven

For some reason Callie refuses the other piece of meat, "No thank you, Sienna." Her words were so sweet, and even brings another small grin at the sound of the little one's name. Even she had said it earlier, it could finish each sentence and still sound so great. A part of Sienna wants to keep pushing for share, but her growling stomach says to consume it all. So she takes it by bite, unsure of the next time this generosity will return. No one could promise that in the morning Sienna will wake up to company once again. It must be hard enough living out here without a kid to take care of. She wouldn't be able to blame her for that.

It was clear the Callie was still not fully recovered. She lays down, only for a moment until she places the back of her hand of her forehead. Fever? That's what Sienna's mom would always when one of her babies' were sick. They rarely had pills or medicine to help though, simply had to ride it out. But luckily Callie has something to help with her sickness. It would have to be impossible to heal without that help out here. "I've had a fever for a while. Been sick for some time. The man told me I had been out for four days before this day. I don't think the fever is truely gone though. I'm sorry. If I'm not feeling well in the morning, you get out of here, you hear me? I don't want those peacekeepers to find you. You take my pack and go, right?" The last part completely shocks Sienna.

Remembering every day and night she had to go through without anyone brings fear to the bright eyes. Now that Sienna has stumbled upon someone so similar to Eighteen, she couldn't imagine being alone again. She wouldn't survive being alone again. The freezing nights, and the long days of silence. Anger and concern covers her expression with her eyebrows arched inward. She shakes her head vigorously to state that she refuses to go anywhere.

The idea of being alone again brings subtle tears to the little one's eyes, and this time she's unable to force them back. With a large enough jacket she tucks her scrawny legs in to hug, and buries her face half way in at well, with the hoodie covering the rest. She shakes her head once more at the question of enjoying to sign. Who would like doing what they're unable to do? Even with being hidden away the motion of a yes or no was certainly easy to see.

The kind words and offerings that Callie made was already sweeter then music, and now with her singing. It was much different then hiding away in a tree, listening to a song that wasn't meant for her ears. This lullaby was only a few feet away, and may be purposely for Sienna. A good amount of tears find themselves streaming down the round, innocent face that stays bundled away in her jacket. Only an occasional sniffle would give away the feelings consuming her. Callie's voice fades away and the nighttime noises fill the air once more.

Another question takes away the silence, on whether Sienna was around long to hear the man singing the same song. She nods her head, the bobbing hoodie being the only indication of a yes. The little one wipes her eyes and cheeks from any traces of wetness. She brings her head back up, just to allow the cold wind access into her warmth. She brings her hands back through the sleeves of the jacket, and places them together then to the side of her head to gesture the question if it was time to sleep. A full belly, the song, and the tears had made Sienna exhausted, though she was more fearful of waking up to loneliness again.

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Post by * on Jan 19, 2014 20:51:29 GMT -5

"You take my pack and go, right? I was offering the girl protection from being caught. I was more than willing to allow myself to be taken instead of her if my body decided to reject being healed overnight. Just one more night of a fever and I'd be done for, I can tell. My body might be recooperating already, but it has taken so much out of me since I got ill. Though, this small child in front of me doesn't take kindly to me wishes for her to get out while she would be able to. She even goes so far as to bottle herself up inside of her jacket for nothing to be seen and only allows the shake of her head to be seen under the hood of her jacket. The way it looks instantly makes me chuckle slightly, hiding the smile in my arm as I lay to let myself rest after taking the medication.

The small fire in front of me crackles and pops with the small twigs that Sienna had put together. The warmth spreads over my cheeks in a good source instead of my body heat. It seems to sooth my need for the precious temperature, yet a chill racks my body suddenly and I grab my sleeping pack from beside me and cover myself up into it. I stare at the child though, all nestled in her oversized coat. Is that the way she'd always slept? Is that how she always stayed in order to be kept warm? Although I had offered up my brothers two sweaters to her to put on to keep the chill off, she seems to be even more warm and satisfied within her cubby hole. I let the smile disappear from my lips suddenly as my eyes begin to become heavy staring at her. The song long since gone now and my voice just but an echo in the wind. It carries my voice and the story of the bluebird along the winds of the sky to forever reach the heavens above. I take a deep breath, letting my eyes move upward to stare at the stars that are barely visible.

*Sniffle*

Suddenly, the sound caught me off guard and out of my daze to hear the girl's sniffle. Two more times I heard it before I begin to think that she might not be well at all. Was she getting sick as well? Did she have a cold and I didn'tknow about it? Leaning up on my elbows, I stare over at her balled up form. "Sienna? Are you okay? Are you getting sick, too?" I question her because I'm truely concerned for her now. How could I be so thoughtless and not think about asking about her well being. We may have only met, but it's incredibly rude of me to think of only myself. Think Callie... what would Rhonan have done? He wouldn't just ignore her. He would help her. Take care of her, just as he did for me. My turn.

I use my hands to be a lever to make myself sit up and just that feeling alone sends around a bout of dizziness. My eyes close momentarily before I set up fully and wait for the girl to respond. "Come on over here. You must be freezing. Come get under the blankets. You'll catch your death out there." I tell her and outstretch a portion of the warmth I have to share with her. I have no clue what's going to happen in the morning, but at least for one night, the child won't have to worry about freezing in just her hoodie. From the time it takes for her to look at me, my arms never faulter and they stay straight, making the offer a standing one for the night.

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 20, 2014 15:56:33 GMT -5

Was there another option? If Callie didn't want the responsibility of company, what could Sienna do? The freezing & lonely woods would kill the little one without even putting an ounce of sickness on her...though that could be a factor as well. With hardly any protection from the weather, and the lack of a healthy diet, death over an illness was certainly a possibility. But it almost feels as though that'd be an easy escape, instead of wondering what the next day's going to bring. Maybe she could find her way back to the capitol, go back to Isabella who wasn't the worst avox owner.... Or Sienna could find district nine, her family that may still be there. Though locating such a place appears impossible. So her last option was convincing Callie to not leave her, for as long as possible at least.

As soon as the song fades away Sienna does her best to hide away the noises of her weeping. She rubbed away the wetness, but couldn't resist a couple of more sniffles. At least the cold temperature was a good excuse for that one. Even the healthy have runny noses when snow surrounds them. "Sienna? Are you okay? Are you getting sick, too?" For a second, bundled up away in her jacket, Sienna almost forgot of the presence; like she was still hidden away in a tree as she spied on the two she stumbled on. But she wasn't being a little stalker anymore, and for at least tonight had someone else. Wiping away nose with a sleeve she pops her head up from the warmth.

Sienna shakes her head no, assuming she wasn't sick. Symptoms didn't consume her, only sadness. Plus a sick little kid is probably more of a turn-off to leave her as soon as possible. So no, she refused to be sick, only an asset. The rough texture of her sleeves causes her nose and eyes to become tinted pink with evidence of her feelings. She wasn't okay, but she wasn't sick either.

"Come on over here. You must be freezing. Come get under the blankets. You'll catch your death out there."

Her heart warms up just as it has occasionally tonight; the sound of her name, the offer of food, it all made Sienna feel giddy inside...a feeling that has been long gone for quite a while now. Without a second thought she nods her head in agreement. Callie most likely did realize it, but the last sentence held a lot of meaning behind it. Because alone Sienna would catch her death, and she quickly takes the offer of a spot in the sleeping bag.

The large jacket was doing a decent job of keeping the little one warm, though the temperate was dropping even more every night. The warmth inside of the sleeping bag, especially with someone else filling it, was something she'd never expect to experience again. Getting out to write thank you on the floor once more was tempting, but the comfort kept Sienna from even budging away. Instead she brings her hand up to her heart, that was how Eighteen and her would thank each other, so maybe Callie would understand to.

So many things occurred tonight; meeting someone else, protection, warmth, food. It only makes it all that more difficult to think about going back to how it used to be. The little one shakes off those thoughts, figuring she should enjoy this while she has it. She couldn't remember the last time her stomach consumed a big meal, or when she was shivering as she drifted off to sleep. All of the basic necessities she lacked before, makes falling into slumber only that much easier.

Could it all of been a dream? Just simple hope that she finally found a way to be saved. Someone else. Maybe even a friend with how well the first night went. Either way Sienna wakes up with a start as she often does, afraid that instead of coming out of a nightmare she was leaving her desires. It takes a moment for her light eyes to adjust to the gentle morning rays, but as soon as they do they desperately search for Callie. Right next to her, fast asleep the older female hasn't left. Without even thinking Sienna hugs her tight with enthusiasm. She didn't leave. There was still a chance for the little one to proof her worthiness of keeping around.

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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 22, 2014 0:01:22 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jan 22, 2014 0:01:22 GMT -5

The fear I felt inside the moment I heard her sniffling made me think about this girl just found me and was building fires and hiding my bags while she was ill as well. Though a moment later, she calms those fears when she quickly, and violently, shakes her head to tell me that she wasn't sick. Was she crying then? Or was it is something else? I let the thoughts roll off the top of my head and disappear. I still don't want to find out too much information about someone I had just met, even if they were way younger than me. I have no doubt in my mind that she's anything but a good person, and I'm not really in any condition to think otherwise. Still, I offer up the spot beside me and she is more than ecstatic to accept the offer of somewhere warm to sleep for the night. Not to mention, the extra warmth will also do me good as well. The night air was crisp and totally not ideal for someone who was suffering from a fever and wanted to rid my bones of all the warmth I could get.

The moment, the girl nods her head, she comes quickly and enters the open sleeping bag. She was quick about getting into the open spot beside me. Normally, my brother would would have his sleeping bag out as well and we'd keep the two bags close to sleep by each other, though, for the moment, It was being used as an extra cushion to sleep on. For once, this sleep was going to be good. Sienna snuggles herself further down in the bag and I take the initiative to zip it the rest of the way up. It almost covers her head, and I let this faint smile come to my lips when she places her hand over her heart. Was she trying to show me something? What did that mean? It takes me only a few minutes, but I think I figure it out and with a raised eyebrow I respond. "You're welcome?" I wait to see her responce in order to see If I got the gesture right.

The girl seems to take to the comfort of the sleeping bag quickly and I watch as she quickly drifts off to sleep. My body on the other hand has other plans. A shiver racks my body for a moment as my eyes begin to feel heavy. For at least ten minutes, I stare off into the nothingness of the dark sky and forest beyond the small tiny fire. The only warmth that is nearer to us, but closer to the girl. I place my hand up to her face, smoothing away the hair and wrap it around her ears before I lay my head down on my bent arm and instantly I feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"I'm going to miss you..." I say about my brother. I am more than worried about him and I'm even worried about the man that took care of me. Both of whom were now gone from my life. The third person that has disappeared from my life trying to save me. The tears begin to fall fast and I rub them away with the sleep to my thick jacket. I rub my eyes furiously and let my eyes close and the sleep seems to overtake me fast as the medicine begins to kick in.

Nightmares of being chase by a peacekeeper fills my night. SCreams of my sister being shot and my brother disappearing seems to be the only thing going on in my head for the entire night that I stay asleep and have to endure the forcefulness of the dreams. The entire scenario's having to be played out in detail over and over again. Even the old man getting captured and hearing him tell the awful men that I was dead and burried. That was the last thing I saw before I felt a pair of hairs wrapping around my waist. The coffin lid shuts and I find myself shooting upward, expelling a terrible scream the moment I come to terms with the morning light and the happy look on the girl's face.

"Sorry.. I"m so sorry... it was a bad dream.. I didn't mean to frighten you." I try to tell her and hope that I didn't scare her an awful lot. I immediately bring a hand up to my face closing my eyes into my fingers that move across the lids in a fashion to try to wake me up fully from those awful images. I let my gaze wonder to the child again, watching her tiny features express such a horrid gaze toward me for scaring her. "I didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright?"

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To New Beginnings (Marree) Jan 25, 2014 14:47:49 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 25, 2014 14:47:49 GMT -5

The determination to discover what Sienna meant was written all over Callie's face as she attempts to figure out the gesture. A hand placed over the heart that's now bundled up in blankets unlike before. After a couple of minutes it clicks, though she still questions whether she's correct. "You're welcome?" Is her first guess, and a great one at that. Once again a smile spreads across the innocent face as she nods her head to relay the good news. She understands. Not as perfect as the horrible masters that communicate with their avoxes on a daily, but then again Callie probably doesn't even know what one is- even with one sleeping right beside her.

Less then an hour ago Sienna was all alone, doomed to isolation. Now she finds herself curled up in warmth with a potential friend, her stomach's even contains more food then she can ever remember. Her new goal was to keep this going as long as possible. Where Callie has come from if unknown, along with who she is. For all the little girl knew she was a capitol person herself, with a couple of slaves herself. That was highly unlikely though, by now she would of mentioned Sienna's lack of speaking, question it before becoming comfortable. They're the lowest human life on their scale, nearly being untouchable and unworthy. Callie was clearly not one of those people.

Did she ruin it? She was so ecstatic to still have Callie fast into slumber, she couldn't help but throw her scrawny arms around the older female. There's a chance she wasn't going to stay alone, but she was also traveling on thin ice to keep it this way. Awakening people with a fright wasn't the best way to proof herself, and the sudden embrace awakes Callie from most likely a nightmare by the looks of it. The scream of terror nearly has the little one out of the sleeping bag, and into the harsh morning cold. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes it was only a little mistake, just hopefully not one to have Callie change her mind about keeping the youngster around.

"Sorry.. I'm so sorry... it was a bad dream.. I didn't mean to frighten you." Callie completely surprises Sienna with an apology. She wasn't the one to awake Sienna from her peaceful slumber. So of course the little one shakes her head no in disapproval, but communicating I'm sorry was never thought of. When it came to the Capitol, Eighteen and her never had a reason to say that. "I didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright?"

The question stops Sienna's slow shaking head of no, and she changes her direction up and down. She was alright; guilt-written, scared of already losing her only chance at human contact, but generally alright. After nodding her head yes, she returns back to the motion of no. But how was she suppose to communicate that Callie has no reason to apologize. Frustration covers her young face as she attempts to figure it out, this is going to be a constant struggle she can tell.

Shaking her head she points to Callie, hoping that'd get across not you. Then she points to herself without any movement of her head, me. That's the best she has even after an entire two years without talking. Instead of curling back up in the warmth of the sleeping bag like anyone would want, she pulls the rest of her tiny body out of the comfort to start the day. Now she only has more reasons to proof that she can be worth keeping around.

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