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When in D4...[Pogue, Tagg] Feb 26, 2014 3:05:14 GMT -5

Post by Anarchy is BACK!! on Feb 26, 2014 3:05:14 GMT -5

The children ran around on the sand, laughing and playing while they could. They were too young to be in the games and their training was over for the day. As they ran around, a face peered from the woods high up in a tree. His short messy brown hair waved in the wind and the sunlight caught the metal pommel of his sword that was slung over his shoulder. He wouldn't be able to bring it into the district, but his knife was concealable and small so he would bring it with him. He jumped from the tree and swung on a lower branch before landing on his bare feet. The camp was small, but spread enough to not be found by any peacekeepers that patrolled the area.

Ghost sighed and glanced back at the District. Last time he had been here, he had taken a bullet in the middle of the night as he left. Thankfully, he had the cover of the night to mask his face and hair color. He placed his sword within a hollow tree as well as his other items and snuck through the hole in the wall. For some reason it hadn't been repaired which meant that it hadn't been found yet by Peacekeepers. It was in a residence and covered by a door so it would make sense.

He made sure that he had on his sleeveless hoodie and his cargo pants. They were good clothes and helped him blend in actually a lot better than he thought. His scars and tattoo showed though, but it wasn't a bad thing to have them show. He breathed in and entered the district. It was bustling as usual and he looked at the people. The Careers. They were all under the influence of the Capitol...but he knew there were a few out there who would probably try to incite rebellion. He was walking along when he saw a Peacekeeper and ducked into a nearby alley way, running into someone in the process and falling back on his butt. "Sorry about that man. You okay?"

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When in D4...[Pogue, Tagg] Feb 27, 2014 1:29:48 GMT -5

Post by Taggerung on Feb 27, 2014 1:29:48 GMT -5

“The fuck man?!” was the reply that Ghost received as he offered his apology to the young man he ran into, the sound of his voice covering up the muffled sound of a small crash of wood as the younger man stumbled forward. The seventeen year old turned around swiftly, his auburn eyes burning with anger as he narrowed them into a glare. A small sneer crossed his face, however, as he noticed that the intruder was laying flat on his ass.

Arms crossing over his chest, he scowled down at the older man, dark hair falling into his eyes. Kicking a boot none too gently at the bare feet of the fallen man, he questioned bluntly, “What the hell do you think you're doing running around like that, for one. You've got to be completely idiotic. And two, you owe me a basket of fish. Or the money to buy a new one. Since you've so conveniently smashed mine up. D'you even know how fucking long that took to gather?! Fucking asshat. Probably never gone out to sea. Looks like your scrawny ass does nothing at all.”

One last rough kick to the man's leg, Chris turned around and knelt to begin gathering up the fallen basket pieces, grumbling and growling. His cargo pants didn't have nearly enough pockets for all the fish, not that the thought had crossed his mind for more than a second. The warmth from his body would surely cause the fish to deteriorate faster. At least the cold February ground kept them sort of fresh, even if not clean.

Another string of curses was spat out by the young dark haired man as he stood up, frustration fueling his movements as he lashed out at the pile of fish on the ground, kicking at them and sending some flying. He couldn't believe this was happening. He could feel the blood starting to pound in his ears as his anger started to boil over. Chris felt it, knew it was coming. And damnit, this time he wasn't about to stop it. That prick deserved to be popped right in his fucking teeth! Turning to the man who knocked him in the first place, he reached down to grab his shoulder, intending to lift him up and snarl an intimidation in his face, despite being the shorter of the two of them.

“You fucker, you're going to give me the money, or you're going to fucking pay for this shit! NOW! That was an entire month's work! And two month's pay!”

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When in D4...[Pogue, Tagg] Feb 27, 2014 21:22:42 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2014 21:22:42 GMT -5

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“You fucker, you're going to give me the money, or you're going to fucking pay for this shit! NOW! That was an entire month's work! And two month's pay!”

I'd been going to the center of the district for years, buying bread and fish for my family. Honestly, it had come to be somewhat of a relaxation to me, even with all the noise and bartering going on I still felt relaxed here, traveling from stand to stand and admiring the products.

Most of the time, I ended up only buying a few things, most of the times being bread and fish (Those were about the only things we ate at all now). Really, I was a boy stuck in old habits, desperately trying to go back to what i'd been like before i'd been utterly shamed and kicked out of my own family. Living in that house was like living as a ghost. No words were exchanged, it all felt so wrong, only added to by the fact that my mother was utterly insane.

Coming to the District Square was like stepping into life again. So many people I had come to know over the years, the stand owners, the common customers, even new people were better than my own family. Mrs. Rippger, the kindly old bread lady that had asked me about the bruise around my eye for weeks after it had healed. Most of the time, I ended up buying from her just because she was too nice to say no to. Even Mr. Seeren, the grouchy and reckless fish seller that always tested my bartering skills (and my patience) whenever I went to him. All these people were common occurrences, common sights.

A basket of fish kicked over and a man kicking and screaming at some barefoot and dingy guy, I could say, wasn't a common sight.

My eyebrow shot up like a flying fish as I watched them, the man kicking over his own fish after berating the guy. I hadn't seen the full thing, maybe the barefoot guy had done something to him. But honestly, to me it just looked like the guy was being an asshole.

If I could have punched him in the face with the money I held, I would have. Maybe I was just some stuck up piece of shit, and maybe I was flaunting my wealth, but a certain of me actually wanted to help the barefooted guy. Maybe not help him, but more just find out what the hell he was doing.

"Here, Jesus Christ, take it and stop fucking attacking the guy." I practically threw the money at the guy, cramming it into his hands.

"Seriously, you're making a huge scene." It was true, everyone was staring, even the Peacekeepers. I swivel on my feet, looking the barefooted guy up and down with an arched eyebrow. "So, whats your story again? Everyone's staring."

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When in D4...[Pogue, Tagg] Feb 28, 2014 11:45:05 GMT -5

Post by Anarchy is BACK!! on Feb 28, 2014 11:45:05 GMT -5

“The fuck man?!” Ghost looked up at the man that he had run into noticing the Auburn eyes first off. It was an almost odd color. But...it wasn't the strangest he had seen. To him, the yellow eyes of Flight always struck him as the oddest. But now wasn't the time to think about that. He heard the crush of wood and fish flopping around, the teen trying to gather them up from the ground and cursing at him. And then...he felt his bare feet being kicked. Now normally, Ghost would shrug off any blows to his body. But if you fuck with his feet...you should be ready to get your ass handed to you.

He got up to his feet and his shoulder was grabbed by the teen. “You fucker, you're going to give me the money, or you're going to fucking pay for this shit! NOW! That was an entire month's work! And two month's pay!” He was about to throw the guy onto his back when anothe kid came up and crammed money into the other guy's hands telling the auburn eyed guy to stop attacking him. And then...

"Seriously, you're making a huge scene. So, whats your story again? Everyone's staring." Ghost glanced around at the people and threw up his hood before any peacekeepers could identify his face. He stared at the guy and gritted his teeth. "If there is a place we can talk, I would be more inclined to tell you my story. Out here...not as much." He glanced at the other guy who had his fish knocked down due to him trying to evade attention. "I apologize for the fish. I know how hard it is myself. Though...nobody would really know of me here. Except for one girl who is probably long gone by now."

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When in D4...[Pogue, Tagg] Mar 3, 2014 0:18:19 GMT -5

Post by Taggerung on Mar 3, 2014 0:18:19 GMT -5

It was almost as suddenly as he had grabbed the first young man that another one just seemed to pop out of thin air. Who the hell was this guy, butting into his business? There was no reason for this second man to be here. Just out of the blue. Chris was taking care of his own problems, and he needed to help.

His mouth was about to open, the yelling and fit that he was goingn to start with the new guy already planned out in his head. It was a surprise, then, when the second young man shoved money into his hands, forcing him to drop the barefooted guy. Looking from the money to the rich guy to the barefooted male on the floor, Chris glared his aurburn eyes at the both of them.

"Fucking lucky this wannabe came in to save your sorry ass," Chris spat at the man who ran into him. Shoving the cash into his pocket, his arms crossed over his chest, turning away from the both of them. Kneeling down, he went back to attempting to pick up the fish again.

Despite himself, and his anger, his curiousity peaked as the other two males spoke. The one who barged in on them during the fight, he had asked the barefooted guy what his story was. And the barefooted guy was so... defensive, so... sneaky. Beating around the bush, avoiding the question.

Turning his head to look at them, he listened as the now hooded man spoke. Hmph. An apology. That wouldn't make up for any of it. Chris stood up again, once more his arms crossing over his chest as his brown eyes narrowed at them.

"Why the hell should we trust someone who's not willing to talk to us here? Better yet, tell me why the fuck I should so much as look at you without punching you in the face for what you did to my catch, let alone trust you?"

His stance was again agressive, but this time, he didn't dare pass the young man who had burst in on them before. If there was a fight, he'd definitely lose 2 against 1.

"I say we leave you for the peacekeepers and whatever trouble you've already gotten yourself into. Obviously you've already done something wrong or you wouldn't be so keen on hidin'."

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When in D4...[Pogue, Tagg] Mar 6, 2014 21:59:24 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 21:59:24 GMT -5

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I'm going to be honest with you, when I entered this conversation all willy-nilly with change in my hand and confidence in my chest, I'd had no idea what I was getting into.

Maybe I was about to be beat up, a fist to the face like my father, or maybe this weird barefooted guy was about to whip out a knife and gut me like a fish. Bottom line was, when I entered this conversation, this guy was not only weird, but also potentially dangerous. After all, people in this District didn't walk around barefoot. Of course, the beach being the only exception there.

As soon as the guy speaks I swear my eyebrow got higher than those druggies that hung out on street corners. Those guys were always shady and a little bit scary to walk by. And honestly, this guy didn't seem much different. Obviously hiding something, and obviously extremely suspicious and shady. "Druggy, definite druggy."

Maybe I shouldn't have spent so much time going over who this guy actually was, because as soon as I opened my mouth to reply to the guy, the boy behind me was speaking for me.

And he wasn't the least bit sympathetic.

Okay, so maybe I wasn't looking at it from this guy's point of view, and maybe I wasn't really considering the fact that this guy had just lost a day's worth of catch because of this guy running into him, but I can't help a roll of the eyes as the guy berates the boy in front of me, again. Even if the barefooted guy maybe deserved to be yelled at, yelling at him wasn't going to solve a thing.

"Er, I think maybe we should both calm down?" I say, looking at the guy who'd just lost his catch before turning back around. "And, although he said it a bit...aggressively, he does have a point."

Again my eyebrow raised up, and my arms crossed as I looked the guy up and down again. "You look a lot more suspicious with your hood up, by the way, and I agree with this guy, you should probably tell us here, cause i'm sure as hell not going someplace private until I know what the hell is going on. Right now, you just seem like a druggy. So whats going on?"

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When in D4...[Pogue, Tagg] Mar 10, 2014 14:17:36 GMT -5

Post by Anarchy is BACK!! on Mar 10, 2014 14:17:36 GMT -5

Ghost's eyes swept back and forth between the two teens before he sighed and knelt down. "Fine...have it your way then. You want to know here? Then be ready to run or hide somewhere. Because as soon as I accidentally ran into you, you were no longer safe...that is...if they see me." He pulled out a circle of wood that had a J carved expertly in the middle of it. He flicked it in the air like a coin and caught it before looking at the two.

He sighed and shrugged before looking at the fisherman and speaking quietly. "Haven't spent a day on the water? I've spent more time on the water than you have in your entire lifetime. But I don't hand the catches over to the Capitol. Because I'm not under rule of the Capitol. Not since I was sixteen that is." He looked at them both then. "I was just coming in to take a look around the District. Last time I was here was...two years ago. It was hell getting out but I made it." He stood up and sighed.

"Now if you don't want to be injured in any way...you won't say a word of what you just heard to anyone. Ever."