SKY]] <--mad about the show

[cinder]

People who lurk on the roof of a seaside building, watching people as the sun sets are usually labeled as creepers. I mean c'mon! what kind of person skulks around like that, watching young couples make out on empty benches along the road, and shop-owners lock up. It was plain scary to imagine somebody always watching you, all-powerful like God. Or the Capitol, come to think of it.

Meet the creeper: Thea Chloe-Zane Quincy, not your average stalker though, for how many creepers are eighteen year old girls with dangerous curves and the tendency to party too hard with too many men? Yes, Thea was absolutely insane and she threw herself at just about anyone, but she was no Capitol-wannabe. Sitting up on the roof of the skeezy building she lived in alone was just her nightly ritual. Thea couldn't afford a television--her multiple jobs barely payed enough money for her to keep a stable roof over her head. Then of course she had those bad spending habits. When she did come by money, Thea usually bought clothes or some sort of useless bauble, like the clinking bangles she stacked her arms with.

With no TV, Thea spent a lot more time on this roof than she did in her hell-hole apartment. People watching was just as entertaining and twice as hot as TV ever got. For example, Thea could see a couple of kids she had gone to school with before she dropped out, making out with each other. She had seen the same boy with his girlfriend just a few hours ago, and the girl with her boyfriend the day before yesterday. The scandal! Not even the Hunger Games were as interesting as the straw Thea spinned to gold every night. Regular life was best taken with sardonic humor and a snarky smile. Add a pinch of imagination and the tendency to observe your surroundings and even a high school drama could keep Thea's head busy for weeks.

Every now and the, of course, another inhabitant of her building, homeless people, or a few wandering strangers would find themselves up here, doing the same exact thing as Thea was, except not looking nearly as good looking. She glanced to her side and smile crept across her face. That was why she carried a weapon with her at all times, the knife at her side was a cheap kitchen knife Thea had polished until it shone and glinted with the remaining light from the fast-setting sun. [/size][/blockquote][/color]

[Skylar]

Mr. Greenuck Frats was not your average Career. First off, his dad went by the name of Finnick. (Yes, Finnick Odair, the big macho dude that won The Hunger Games for District 4 back during whenever.) And secondly, he wasn't made because of the icky little thing called love, but rather for a simple reason. The Hunger Games. Yes, yes, lots of kids are made for that reason and lots of them end of dying. But when they do, their parents at least have a tad bit of sadness, regret that they made them just so they could be killed, but for Greenuck, that wasn't the case. No love came with the bundle of baby called Greenuck Frats when we was born. Absolutely none. If he were to die, do you think that Finnick would care? Do you think that his mom would do something about it? Do you not think that his dad had been through enough death to force it upon him that death wasn't anything to fret about? The point is, it made Greenuck Frats that not-so-average Career Victor's kid that rarely roamed the streets and shores of District 4.

Yeah, sure, with it came popularity, friends, but those were two things that Greenuck Frats hated. Friends were just people that liked to bug you all the time and popularity was something that just made Greenuck mad. Who would want to sit through a day where they're swamped with questions and their name being repeated over and over again. Like a fly buzzing in your ear times a hundred. He hated it, and things that Greenuck hated (a lot of things) was also the type of girls that insisted on wearing annoying accessories and decided that she was the only girl in the whole entire world, well, District that is. But even worse, were the type of girls that liked to stalk, creep, skulk around every man that she saw. And that's what we were dealing with now, or so the popular kid thought.

And so with that, I'll tell you that Greenuck Frats, the unloved Career with the father of Finnick Odair, walked along the seaside town that filled District Four. And I'll add on with the fact that a blinding light kept filling Greenuck's right eye, causing some annoying little color spots that loved to float around in your vision when you looked into a bright light. And the source of it was the creeper girl's bangles that rode up her arm like eyes scaling a mountain. They just kept going until they reached the end.

And with one last flash of light in Greenuck's right eye, he withstood the light and shaded his face, in which he saw the source. A girl that liked to creep. Or so it seemed. She stood upon a roof, and into the crowd below did she look. And with a smily "Mr. Nice Guy" smile, he called up to her in his most poetic voice.

"My dear fair maiden, please maketh your way downeth the building to me. You must have a rendezvous with thee!"

Hey, it was dumb, but it was Greenuck.

[[ooc: sucky post.. it 'twill be better next time

[cinder]

ooc- dude, its called an exaggeration. She has like seven bangles on, and they're the thin type. Like this thick ---> ||| in real life, smaller actually. I do not think they would be shining but ah, her glinting knife would be so Ill ignore that Also FYI Finnick Odair has prolly just been born. He's about twenty in the Hunger Games, and that's during the 75th games. Right now, we're on the 56th games. That's about twenty years of a difference, just about how old he is...

Thea looked down at her caller and chuckled to herself, not loudly enough for him to hear, nor the couple who were no coming up for air and glancing around with dazed, lusty expressions on both of their faces. The two stood up and after sharing a few words walked in the opposite direction, leaving Thea alone with the true creeper-guy below her. She peered down at him with her trademark smirk on her face and a falsely confused expression on her face. She glanced around as though checking to see if he was talking to anybody else before speaking directly to him. "Who me?" A louder-than-life laugh escaped her parted lips. "I'm no maiden, gentle sir but if you would like to join me in watching the sunset up here, tis fine by me," she replied. The word maiden implied she was innocent and ignorant. Considering some of the things Thea had done in her lifetime, especially with past boy friends, she would not dare apply that word to herself. Thea was eighteen for gods sake, a woman if this guy hadn't gotten the notice--words like fair, soft, maiden, and naive just did not cut it. Talk flirty, snide, carefree and evil to Thea and you've got it. Barely Words really could not correctly describe her.

Thea leaned back over the ledge of her building, checking to make sure the guy was gone. He was. Thea was unsure whether this meant he had found the conveniently placed stairwell on the side of the building, just a few feet away from where he had been standing, or if he had gotten bored with picking on a girl. Just in case, Thea thought to herself as she grabbed her knife and stuck it in her backpack on the floor next to her feet. She picked up the sack and slung it over her shoulder before sitting opposite to the setting sun and wish-washing ocean to watch the stairwell in case this guy took up her offer. He had been cute, Thea would be fine with spending a night hanging out with him, but you never knew what kind of crazies hung out around this part of town.

For Gods sake, Thea lived here, and she was the Queen of the Crazies. Anybody who willingly provoked her had to have some issues or a death wish. She wasn't a Career, had not been for several years, but Thea was a tough cookie with a blemished reputation when it came to bar-fights, hook ups, and other 'age-inappropriate' acts, according the the notices that used to be sent to her aunts house every few weeks. It was not her fault her friends had been caught drinking and she had been casually walking by. Well maybe her taking a few casual sips of the stuff had been her fault, but the whole situation was an exaggeration in her opinion, which she valued greatly and had expected her aunt to too. The woman was a known drunk, shouldn't she understand these sort of problems?

ooc- ILY, Thea. Shes such a drama queen, shes still a virgin but she acts like shes so tough and cool, which she partially is for the record, but when she says she only had a few sips of booze, she really does mean it. <333 Luff her.

[Skylar]

The view from above was absolutely amazing to Greenuck Frats. He found himself both happy and mad at the same time. Mad because he was with one of the types of people that he didn't seem to like to associate with, but still intrigued that such an older woman (well, not too much older) had invited him up on top of the building. Both that, and the sunset forming around the buildings were something that captivated even a Career such as Greenuck. The city skyline was something that no one kidded about. It was stunning.

"And so, Ms. Beautiful, how're you?" The young man was obviously into the girl, whatever her name was. Oh, her name. How could he forget. "Well excuse my manners, but may I ask what your known as is?" It was noticeable that Greenuck wasn't used to being formal, or using proper etiquette to say the least. He would try anyway.

[cinder]

ooc- Sky, myeh that was like 150 words. If you keep posting like that I might have to RP Tutor you. ^^ Naw I was like RAWR POST, so you are forgiven,,, (yes I meant to do that,,,)

Without meaning to, Thea gave out her fake name. Force of habit was top blame as she blurted out the usual, "Zane Qyicun, but call me Zane if you will, now how about you return the favor and give me something to call you by?" she asked. Thea wasn't a very suspicious person, but she was no fool. Having a name to put to a face brought a person more power. You knew who you were talking to, if these went badly, you knew the name to give the Peacekeepers or your shady buds who would take care of the person. Names were power. And that is why I'm apparently called Zane Qyicun, its a play on my name. The letters Q-U-I-N-C-Y rearranged and Zane is part of my middle name. Thea remembered the first time she had called herself that name, the immediate feeling of cleverness, like she was playing a game with the boy who had asked.

He had whispered her name, Zane, Zane, Zane, while they kissed later that night. Thea remembered how calm she had felt, like she wasn't actually kissing the boy, because Thea was Thea, not this Zane girl. That was the precise moment Thea knew she was like two people stuck in the same body. Thea, who was clever and funny and would have been a sweet girl if her god-awful parents had not left her in some boat, alone and hungry for love, food, for life. Then there was Zane who had lots of fun and hung around guys more than girls.

Thea let her backpack drop, from its slung-position to the floor. She was not worried about things taking a bloody turn for the worst. The guy was just some flirt, a little younger than Thea. Flirting had never hurt Thea before, so she did not feel the need to arm herself against it now, just because the guy was a tad creepy and she was alone with him on the skeezy roof of her building. Well, maybe she would keep the pack near her just in case, come to think of it, but Thea didn't feel the need to start waving around her kitchen knife yet. She smiled playfully and turned back to the sun, which the ocean was swallowing up greedily. Thea had always been fascinated by sunsets and rises. When the sun was setting you could see it moving, but Thea had never noticed the sun inching its way across her sky during the middle of the day. It was a pretty cool backdrop while Thea was people-watching.

[Skylar]

Once upon a time ago, there lived a baby named Greenuck Frats. And this young Greenuck Frats was one baby that loved to have nicknames. Whether or not he was called by these nicknames were important too. Some friends would call him one thing, others would call him another, and then the really special friends would call him something else. It was all fun for Greenuck, until one day, a not-so-good friend started to call him a nickname that wasn't assigned to him, and the rude little boy wouldn't stop it. After a few days Greenuck got very angry, and the result was lots of bite marks to the boy's arms, neck, hands and cheeks. Taught him a lesson, huh?

The point is, ever since then, nicknames haven't been aloud for Greenuck. He would let the occasional 'Green' or 'Greeny' to slip by, but if it became continual, so did insults and injuries. That is, the insults and injuries going to the continual nickname giver. It was strange how one thing could come from just one small incident when he was a child.

"Oh, what a fine name. Zane Qyicun. Am I saying it correctly? Zuh-ain Kwhy-uhkin? Oh I hope so. I don't like mispronunciations. You don't seem like the type to either, so excuse f I'm saying it wrong. And I'll gladly return the favor by saying that my name is Greenuck. Greenuck Frats. Laugh if you will, but note that if you do, I won't like it. And when Careers like me aren't happy, it's not a good thing now is it?" He raised his eyebrows at the girl and lifted a corner of his mouth. He wasn't exactly sure what facial expression he was aiming for, but it sure seemed to fit.

It then occurred to him that nothing good could be coming from a girl, sitting on top of a roof of one of the buildings, in a town filled with such maniacal and 'party-down' like people. Most didn't carry backpacks with them either, and so when Greenuck spotted Zane's backpack not too far away from her, he immediately felt suspicious of the girl. He had no idea what the girl was capable of, and in fact, he didn't want to find out either. And so he decided to leave this lunatic of a girl. If that's what she was going to turn out to be.

"Oh, I just remembered something! I.... I.... I have a presentation at my little sisters school because she... she... got 'Most Outstanding Writer', and so I need to leave! I'm sorry about this, maybe we can meet up some other time?"

Greenuck knew he didn't have a sister, and he knew that if he did, there was no way that he would attend a presentation at her school because of a probably nonexistent award. In a sense, he regretted lying, because she seemed like an interesting girl, and in another sense, he probably felt like she would end up killing him by the end of the night.

And so with that, he gave a light smile and hesitantly turned towards the door that led to the monstrous stairwell that'd he have to scale to reach his freedom. The only thing is, regret overcame him, and so stayed.

"Oh I'm just kidding. I wanted to see how'd you react."

It was complete lie, and he wasn't sure if Zane could sense it or not, but he hoped for the best, because for one he wasn't being a pessimist. He let out a small laugh, hopefully tonight wouldn't end in a murder.

[[ooc: Whoa, where'd that come from?

[cinder]

Threats were no way to win over a girls heart, and that is when Thea's suspicions were confirmed. This guy thought she was some cheap, working girl from the wrong side of town. Like she needed to be told he was a Career, Thea sneered at him as he finished up his little speech on his wonderfully weird name and laughed. It was a short laugh though, because the unnoticing boy was going on, talking and talking about nonsensical things.

She waited patiently for him to end before giving Greenuck her most wicked smile yet, "Don't stick around on account of lil, 'ol me. You obviously have a better place to be, although I'm not sure where you're headed. That joke about a sister? I would have bought it if it hadn't been a Sunday evening, kid. What's your deal coming up here then acting like I scare you. C'mon, I'm just a girl, not a Career or anything so chill," she declined to inform him that she had once been a pretty fair Career, "Are you afraid I'll overpower and take advantage of you, poor, poor innocent boy!?" Thea laughed more, enjoying the sound of her strong, barking amusement. There was the familiar cruel edge to it, that told Greenuck to back off.

She ran a hand through messy, wind-blown hair and half turned away from him, half telling the boy to skedaddle, but leaving her invitation to the roof top open. She muttered to herself, loudly enough for him to hear if he was still paying attention, "Zane--like zay-nn. Qyicun like kwi-cun." Thea watched as the remains of the sun were swallowed whole and a green flash ran along the edge of the ocean. That happened sometimes, Thea did not know why it happened having never payed much attention during classes, but every now and then while she was watching the large, yellow-orange orb sink into the ocean, a flash of light would course along the edge, fleeting and bright. Like a lightning-strike somebody had once told her, another roof-top observer from the building next to hers. Of course, that person was a nice, old lady who said she watched the seas every night because her husband had promised to be home by sunset twenty years ago.

And people called Thea crazy. By the time Thea had stopped thinking about the nice, albeit eccentric woman, a filmy, twilight blue had settled upon the District. The ocean darkened a few shades along with the sky. They almost matched, and Ms Quincy thought to herself, if there were no people around, no pollution or world-destruction the colors would probably match perfectly. Plus wouldn't it be nice to have a white-sanded, lonely beach all to herself? Being truly, madly, deeply alone sometimes appealed to Thea, no matter how social and people-craving she seemed.

[Skylar]

Being the non-gentleman that he was, and seeing as his goody two shoes attitude was rubbing off, Greenuck refrained from his "nice talk" that he had been sporting from the time they had met. "Seriously, I don't want to go. Now don't pester me anymore, kay?" There really wasn't anything that should have made him mad, but the freak/jerk/idiot etc. that he was, anything could make him mad. Sure, he wasn't exactly mad yet, just a little frustrated, but still, it made his blood heat up.

And then there was the name pronunciations, which he once thought important, had no meaning to him at all. "Yeah, cool." It was all he could manage. It all confusing to him really, why was he being such an ass because the girl was trying to be nice to him? Oh gosh, it's just Greenuck, then, because usually, no one else would act so harshly to a positive reaction to something, but whatever, you can't really change a Greenuck.

[[ooc: oh gosh, so horribly suckish it makes me wanna kill myself. Dx

[cinder]

In the world of sitcoms this was the time when Thea went over to Greeny, patted his back and asked him what was wrong. He would proceed to tell her some suckish story that explained away his angry, bi-polar antics and left her smiling smugly with a hand on her hip. Oh see, I knew he was just a sensitive boy who needed a friend! Heck, Thea could even go romcom which wasn't nearly as bad, just tell him her name was not actually Zane.

Or Thea could stay true to herself, roll her eyes and cross her arms in the fashion of a truly ticked off woman. Yeah. That is what she decided to go with. The Quincy girl took out some lipstick and reapplied, a nervous tick of hers. She looked at Greenuck casually, suddenly realizing just how slutty that had to seem. The older girl with 'experience' reapplying her lipstick in front of some guy? She could guess at what any guy in his right mind would be thinking by then.

She stuffed the thing in her jacket-pocket and tried to make herself look intimidating. Body-language was important. A jutting chin and good posture was a sign of a leader. Fiddling fingers and crossed legs while standing meant just the opposite. a weakling. Now you might be thinking, how on Earth did this delinquent get to know so much about stances and such? Did she pay attention in school? No, not really! Thea had learned these things after years of watching bar fights, analyzing winners and losers. She had learned things on her own, just as she had learned everything else that now impacted her life. Street-smarts were important, better than being a learned, productive member of society really.

"Don't be so testy, Green!" Thea playfully chastised him. The guy was glum, his hunched-and-self-loathing stance as well as his hurtful-if-she-had-bothered-to-care words were really getting on her nerves. Her golden eyes locked on his face and her mouth twitched up. "uck." she said. Thea sounded like she was making an annoyed sound, but really she was just ending Greenucks name. He had mentioned something about hating shortened versions of names. 'Zane' wouldn't have bothered with it if she hadn't already teased him a little bit too much. Plus, if the kid had a brain he might call her Z or something. Thea was used to responding to people who called her Zane, not Z. It was a way to blow her cover.

Oh, so now I'm undercover. Just like an agent. A super-secret, skilled spy. She licked her lips, and bit the lower one. Half of her lipstick was coming off already, but she hardly noticed and wouldn't have cared anyways. Things were getting fun up here. Thea otta have roof parties more often with more people.

ooc- too lazy to do color codes. Sowwy