one does not simply meet and eat [kale], blitz

[Meghan]

| Cassius Birch; District Two|

|BIOGRAPHY|
| PLOT WITH ME |

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Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam
It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
We both got fired on the exactly the same day
Well we'll float on good news is on the way

(Just try to be normal) I tell myself with gritted teeth as I enter the first meal of the third day, my heart already tight with fluttering anticipation as I approach a dude who seemed to have it all together. I just wanted to talk to someone who wasn't crazy, who could firmly ground me my reality as I we sharpened our blades for murder. (He seems friendly enough) I wondered about him, about what went through his brain as he trained (does he think about their deaths?).

I don't look at him as I set a tray across the table from the empty chair two seats to his left. (better not appear too familiar) I give him a cautious nod and begin to shovel food into my twisting stomach.

"You're Axel, right?" My voice is hardly a whisper among a symphony of sound.

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[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

Axel had sat down and started to eat his food. He knew sooner or later he had to start making friends, or what some people called them as allies. He couldn't fit in with the ones in the higher districts. They had their weird concept of life and acts, he just didn't condone them at all. Which made him care less for them because if one does not respect the other, they are a piece of crap to him.

He watched someone walk up to him, he didn't know who it was but they knew him. They asked him if he was Axel. He nodded his head since his mouth was full of food at that moment. He swallowed what was in his mouth and thought about how to answer the question. He looked at the person for a quick second, almost seeing what they were worth, then he answered them.

"Yes I am Axel, who might you be? I don't think we have met before and the fact you know my name is either really creepy, or you have taken a interest in me for some odd reason. So am I right on either of my questions." He sat back waiting for a answer, he knew he could be a asshole at times, but then again it was his life on the line. He didn't care if he was considered a ass to someone who might ally with him.

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