Heya(Breeze, open)

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Dane

Today is like any average day, really. Sure the reaping happened yesterday, but I wasn't picked so its not really a big deal. Sure twenty three people will die soon, but that doesn't matter either because it's annual and everyone should be used to it by now. Of course I'd make allowances for the people chosen, but even they should be prepared to be picked. Almost all of them looked as if they'd been stuck in an electric armchair and one even dissolved into tears.

I'm all involved in myself right now, which is quite unlike me, when I bump into someone. I lose my balance for a moment and the bag I'm holding with all the car parts falls with an extraordinarily loud clang. I turn to apologize to the person I bumped into, but only after I've cursed at my stupidity and misfortune.

[Breeze-Chan]

Dr. Emilia Brown growled as she walked towards the hospital, arms
laden with books. One would think that after med school, there's no
need to carry tons of books back and forth. But, new medicine
books come out and Emilia needed them. She worked with special
cases. An a select few regular cases, if they catch her eye.

When somebody knocked into her, the young twenty-eight year old
doctor found herself dropping said books. The medical journals and
books fell to the earth, landing with a loud bang. Emilia had
followed, the corner of one book caught her under the eye, not
close enough to actually her her eye, slightly tearing the soft flesh.

She cursed as she began to gather the books, feeling the slight
trickle of blood running down her cheek.

"Come on," She growled at the books, seeing the bent pages. "I did
not spend money on you guys just to get bent up the first time you
get dropped." Why was she talking to the books?

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Dane

Most times you bump into someone they don't start bleeding. Talking to books you see a bit more often, but it just makes this situation all the weirder. But I'm more worried about the bleeding. Sure, I bet some of the wires and things in my bag are probably ruined, but I could always bribe a peacekeeper into giving me new ones or something. The bleeding however, I could get punished for.

"Good God, are you okay?" I ask the girl as she bent down to pick up her fallen books, which she had just been muttering to.

[Breeze-Chan]

Emilia ran her fingers over her wound. "I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound,
probably just thirty-three cementers deep, maybe even a few less. I
seen worse." She replied. Yes, she seen every worse cuts. Stab
wounds, self mutilation wounds that went too deep, bullet wounds,
people who punched their hands though glass and number of worse
things. "I'm sure I'll survive." She arranged the books in a neat stack
before straighten up all the way. "Who are you?" Emilia asked bluntly.

[sonofshadows]

(Pardon, but may I join? I need to RP, and I can't be bothered making a thread... Plus, it says open at the top.)

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(Yep, sure )

Dane

"I'm Dane Hunter," I say. It's not as if I have anything to hide. I'm not running from the law or something. "Why?" In my opinion, who I am doesn't matter unless she was to get me in trouble for injuring her or bending her books. But who cares about her bent books, and she said herself that the wound was nothing important. I've probably crushed some of my more expensive parts. But I try not to think of my own losses and feel a bit more empathetic towards the girl.

[Breeze-Chan]

(I have no problem with you joining, Shadow.)
"Just wondering." Emilia said as she began to flip though the pages of
one of her books to make sure her books didn't have more damage
then the simple bent pages. She frowned when she saw that one of
the pages about Osteoporosis was torn.

[sonofshadows]

Joshua Colquhoun

The Reaping over for another year, life settles back to normal. Whatever normal is. I breathe a little easier, knowing that I've only one more to face. Then... Well, I'll figure that out when the time comes. I fear the Games, I really do. The Tributes have no idea what can be thrown at them at any given moment, and all the bloodlust of some of them... Some are driven mad by it. It's just not for me. And yet, every year, I get forced into taking that damn Tesserae by the Career Pack. Well, with any luck, there'll be one less of them by the time the Games are over.

My mission today is a simple one: grocery shopping. But, of course, nothing is ever simple. Especially not in District Two. And, naturally, while I'm on my way back, I trip, and smash into the pavement, crushing the groceries under my torso. Super.

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Dane

This just keeps getting better and better. I'm about to ask the girl what her name is when someone else crashes into me. By the sound of it, they're holding groceries. We all just have to be holding something precious, it seems.

"I'm sorry," I say to the person.

(sorry, short and lame)