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order | [Louisiana & Cassius] Blitz Jan 9, 2021 12:13:13 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 9, 2021 12:13:13 GMT -5

Clayburn, Cassius

In the narrow streetways of Four near the shore, Cassius saw everything. The movement of every rat, the migration of every bird overhead. He used to say nothing in Four happened without him knowing but he'd been distracted for some time now.

He turned his face towards the sea breeze and the Victor's Village to the east. Miss Morrisen was a tough nut to crack and found himself tiring of her.

He missed Ariadne but she was probably dead by now. No use chasing something buried in a shallow grave.

Truth be told he didn't need another person to focus on. He had a District to protect and with tensions rising in places like Eleven he was determined that Four would stay loyal. It had it's little islands and pockets of dissent but Four would always be part of Panem. He'd make sure of it.

Cassius paused at a corner, watching merchants and workers criss cross the cobblestones as they went about their business. Backs bowed and heads down.

Sharp eyes searched for any anomaly, determined to rid the district of it's disease.

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order | [Louisiana & Cassius] Blitz Jan 9, 2021 14:08:19 GMT -5

Post by pogue on Jan 9, 2021 14:08:19 GMT -5

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Eh, he's done this before.

Bubblegum bubblegum pop, he saunters through the streets of Four with not a care in the world or a world to care about, mindlessly humming the tune of a fisherman and hearing it effortlessly slip into the air, lost quickly to the growing sounds of the market and the hustle bustle of Four's citizens.

He pauses for a moment, raises an eyebrow as he to think he shouldn't do what he's about to do, as if something as simple as a conscience had ever stopped him before, as if it would stop him now. After all, he's done this before, and he'd do it again.

From citizen to spectre and he's lost in the waves of a group of bodies much too focused on their own survival to ever focus on the boy that mindlessly bumps into them, snagging whatever valuables he can find in their pockets before making his way towards the merchant stands. He's a rat, been called that before by his parents and Peacekeepers alike. But if anything he just tells himself that means he's sneaky, easily able to lose himself in the crowd.

That's why he has such confidence in his bones when he snags the bag of bread from the stand, quickly tucking into into his backpack before disappearing back into the waves, just like he had done so many times before.

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order | [Louisiana & Cassius] Blitz Jan 9, 2021 14:49:40 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 9, 2021 14:49:40 GMT -5

Clayburn, Cassius

It's almost humorous how blatant the kid is about it. With the bustle of the crowd and the smooth motion of his hand this rat manages to pluck a loaf of bread off a cart and shove it in his bag. His stride never stops. Clayburn zeros in on him. That kind of confidence only comes with practice. He's stolen a hundred things in his life and he'll keep doing it.

A plague on this district, on the world.

Cassius cuts through the crowd, the citizens parting for him. He makes a straight line for the thief, closing the distance between them before placing a heavy hand on the kid's shoulder.

"Halt citizen." His voice is authoritative. A brief thought, gone as soon as it came crosses his mind: He hopes this little rat fights him. It'd been months since he last struck someone and his hand itched to do it again.

"Empty your pockets."

There was no telling what other stolen property he had on him.

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order | [Louisiana & Cassius] Blitz Jan 9, 2021 17:56:39 GMT -5

Post by pogue on Jan 9, 2021 17:56:39 GMT -5

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He's about thirty feet into his escape route when he hears the voice echo behind him, loud and scathing and a fuck ton more deadly than any of the Peacekeepers he's laughed and scoffed at in the nighttime raids him and his friends go on.

Only, this is different. He's not camouflaged in facepaint and he doesn't have the luxury of the nighttime to help him and his sister and every single one of his friends get away unscathed, reconvening with beers and bonfires at the end of a night that wouldn't be forgotten.

That's why his blood runs cold when the voice carries over the crowd behind him, muscles tightening and every bone in his body completely still. Don't turn around, don't let him see your face. The voice in his head reminds him, and as the citizens awkwardly shuffle by him he raises his hands in mock surrender to the Peacekeeper, back still turned and face still hidden.

Slowly, ever so slowly he moves his hands to his pockets, feigning innocence and waiting for the right moment for the right heartbeat to move.

A second before his hands reach his pockets is when he sprints, like a cornered animal using it's only escape plan he practically vaults over the nearest vendor, fruit toppling to the ground below and gasps echoing over the waves of citizens that just seconds ago were simply going about their day. His lungs echo and pound in his chest as he darts into the nearest alleyway, watches the shadows cloak him. He's a rat, that's for sure, every bit as mischievous and dangerous. But a rat knows how to make an escape.

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order | [Louisiana & Cassius] Blitz Jan 9, 2021 18:38:43 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 9, 2021 18:38:43 GMT -5

Clayburn, Cassius

Rats are sneaky creatures. They've been known to sneak cheese out of traps without trigging the mechanisms, getting free food from the people who desire their deaths. This thief seemed to be one of those smarter than usual mice.

He never turned his face, never gave a hint that he might bolt- until he did. He's leaping over a frightened vendor and darting out into the streets.

A younger man might run after him, make a fool of himself in the middle of a busy market.

Cassius instead heads down the main road, following parallel to the alleys the rat must be darting through. He didn't see his face but saw his clothes, his figure.

Let him scuttle away for now. He'd relax, thinking he'd won.

Cassius never forgets and when he found him again, he wouldn't be running away so easily.