A positive story for a change[Open]

[lefriend]

[glow=blue,2,300]Cody-[/glow]

Cody's heart filled with excitement. His catapult had actually worked! He had launched an orange right over his house! Cody stared at the catapult, only 18" at length and even smaller height and width. He had spent months collecting rods and springs and using his tools and what he learned in school. Every night, after he finished his homework, he spent hours tinkering and thinking, trying and fixing until he successfully launched a orange to his standards. And in good time too. Next week, the "in-crowd" was planning a food fight during lunch. Normally during food fights, the techno nerds, Cody and his friends, ended up covered with the most food. However, this time, it would be the "in-crowd", the instigators, who would feel the wrath of the techno nerds.

[Micra]

Shale Manson


Whatever the projectile was, it hit the back of his head. Shale sighed. Probably one of those jerks from school, he thought. He brushed something wet and sticky off of his hair- was he bleeding? No, there was a liquid there, but it wasn't blood. Shale breathed in. Orange? was the thought that crossed his mind first. But why was someone launching fruit across District Three? Usually this only took place in the school cafeteria, when the jerks decided to throw food at the less evilly-inclined.

Shale tended to stay out of their way, usually by way of taking a walk off campus. When he stayed, he and Micra would often end up looking like a Capitol waste dump. And it was a waste too, all that food. Shale thought that kind of behavior was best reserved for the Capitol. That's part of what made tose kids so awful. People like Micra never had enough food, and here these kids were throwing it everywhere.

Shale walked in the direction of the fruit's origin, hoping to teach whoever it was a good lesson. He crossed through a yard and around the side of a house, where he saw the culprit. It was Cody, one of the kids in Shale's year at school. He was beaming at a catapult. That explained it. Cody was always tinkering. Shale wondered vaguely what the other boy even wanted to use the catapult for anyway.

"Nice aim, Cody," he quipped, handing his classmate the remains of his experiment.

[skippy]

(ooc~mind if i jump in?)

[Micra]

(ooc: 's cool with me. Haven't seen lefriend for a while though...)

[skippy]

(ooc~awesome)

[Bane]

(OOC: Can I join to? I have a new character in this District that I would like to get moving.)

[Micra]

((All are welcome, but please, if you ask to join, join and post))

[Bane]

Karl-
This had been such a boring day, I had actually decided to go for a walk. While walking through my neighborhood, I was watching for activity. Then I saw a this kid from the year below me get hit in the head by a fruit. That's odd. He went behind the house so angry. I should go back there to make sure no one gets hurt. I strolled into the backyard of the house and found two people I recognized from the year below me. "Getting ready for the food-fight at school?"

[Aryanna]

Lyd~

I'd seen the orange hurdling through the air before I saw its source. I knew, though, that no one could throw like that. It had cleared a house effortlessly. I was supposed to be going to the store to buy salt, but I couldn't help it - I had to talk to whoever had invented this. It could finally work out the kinks in my design for a self-harvesting fruit tree mutt. The fruit flew off the branches alright, but never in a controlled direction.

Peering from behind a tree, I saw two guys who I knew to be younger than me. One had an orange mashed into the back of his head. I stifled a laugh. Still, I was impressed. The mechanism at their feet worried me though. It was small, but all metal rods and springs. What if a peacekeeper had seen? Would they think it was a weapon - or at least could be used as a weapon? Worse yet - would they think I was involved?

I attempted to pull myself up into the tree as a third boy arrived. He was in my class in school, but I didn't know him well. I was almost settled in my perch when my fingers slipped on the smooth bark. I fell hard on the ground and cursed. Surely the boys had heard me now.