Seraph: Thieving Extraordinaire

[Xeniaph]

This plot involves my character Seraph, GirlOnFire's character Braelyn, and others I pulled from my attention-lacking mind. Hope you like it.
Seraph: thehungergamesrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=upchar&action=display&thread=3377
Braelyn: thehungergamesrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=upchar&action=display&thread=3345

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

*dies* Your character is awesome! I would love to RP. But sadly I'm in way too many threads as it is...

Oh! But you know what? I have a gang- The Uprising, and we need all the members we can get! Maybe you could have him join? Here's the home thread, if you want to see it:

The Uprising: Rebellion of Runaways (Edited)

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

I'll move it.

[Xeniaph]

I felt the wind searing against the parts of my pale face that were uncovered by the sash across my mouth. It was burning, sharp, and unforgiving. But I needed to survive. Running past the clueless plebeians, I spotted my prey. I slipped behind a very, very fat man to a thin alleyway, still scoping out the ostentatiously rich broad and the handsome, much younger man she was flirting with unsuccessfully. Perfect, I thought.

As I analyzed the familiar surroundings , I peeled the sash away from my mouth and let a cool breeze enter it. I tied it back around my face, and approached the restaurant the woman and her male friend were dining at. Her purse dangled from her chair by the thin, white strap, only inches away from her bottom. I smiled, seeing my perfect opportunity.

The woman stood up to use the bathroom, and ran up to slit the strap of the purse with my thin stiletto blade. As I walked inconspicuously down the streets of District 1 with hundreds of dollars I hadn't had before, I thought, Too easy.

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After hours of running and thievery, I had finally made it to my home in District 2. If you could call it a home, I thought. A I sat down, the cold stone of my floor felt uncomfortable, but I was so used to the lack of comfort that it didn’t matter. My undersized cot and small, oak bookcase stood out regally in start comparison to the concrete walls and floor of my abandoned storage space. Feeling bored and unmotivated, I stood up to look out the bare, square-cut hole in the wall (my window) to a bleak landscape: the poor part of the District. I sighed, turned around, and grabbed a book I’d stolen only days ago: an ancient collection of myths. Skimming through, I fell upon on the myth of Theseus, an ancient hero.

At one time, the Minoans of Crete waged war against the Athenians, and succeeded. The Cretans demanded that, every nine years, seven young men and seven young women must be offered up to the Minotaur, a half-man half-bull creature living within the Labyrinth of Daedalus, to appease its blood-lust.

I stared in amusement at the withering parchment, and laughed, “I wonder if the Capitol got their ideas from the Greeks. The blood-lust seems about right,” I thought aloud. Finding comfort in this strangely realistic fable, I read of the adventures of Theseus, Ariadne, and Daedalus. His courage to please his father, his love with Ariadne, his horror at the realizations of the bones, and his killing of the Minotaur, all seemed so unrealistic. Too bad that doesn't happen in real life. We really happen to need a Theseus.

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Does anyone think that was any good? Please review, PM, or whatever, but express yourself! It's good for your soul! 0:)

[GirlOnFire]

I thought it was good, we could deffinitely get an interesting Rp going with this. You said you had a plot idea? Do share. I think our characters would be good together, depending on the plot. I'm not sure exactly what it was you wanted me to post in here, if it was to continue on what youve got, i'm not really sure how I could jump into that.

[Xeniaph]

Right now, all I really need is an introduction to your character. Something like what I did. After that, I'll see if my plot still fits, or if we should come up with a completely new idea.

[GirlOnFire]

But...I don't even know what the plot is, so how do I know if my introduction will be right?

(PS. Feeling like a noobbbbb )

[Xeniaph]

But I don't know your character very well. It's *your* character. My plot may not have even worked. I just want to know about Braelyn. Don't worry about me, or my idea. And who knows? It could all work out in the end.

[GirlOnFire]

Here we go, here's a little something..Not sure if it's what your looking for buttt.

Braelyn’s deep green eyes were currently darting back and forth as she walked. Her pace was faster then a normal walk, almost a jog but not quite. From a distance it may look like she was simply in a hurry but should you be unlucky enough at the moment to get close enough to her, you could tell she was angry.

She rubbed her left hand over the knuckles of her right, wincing when she rubbed over a small cut. She dropped her hands back to her sides, thinking of the moment that just past.

”Hey Brae! Where yeah going? Home to take care of that drunk you call a father?” I heard a girl shout across the street, the same girl who always likes to make comments about the state of her father. Just because her own parents are both well respected in District 2 she think it makes her better then everybody else.

I stopped and looked at her, my normally bright green eyes darkening like they do when I get angry. I try to ignore her as best I can, it wouldn’t do to get caught by a peacekeeper and punished for beating the hell out of somebody. But today, I could take it no longer. My already short fuse reached its end and I walked over to her, fists clenching and unclenching as I walk.

“You got something to say to me?” I hissed through my teeth, looking her straight in the eyes.
“I was simply curious if you were going home to take care of your drunk daddy” She said, smirking, oblivious to the fact that I had reached my end. Ignoring her goading question I asked one of my own.
“Hey, does your daddy know how to nurse a broken nose?” I asked, putting as much innocence in my voice as I could as not to give away my intention.
“Yes…why?” She said, eyebrows netting together in confusion.

I lifted my right fist and with all the power I could, punched her straight in the noise. She shrieked as blood instantly gushed from her nose.

”Because you’re going to need it.” And with that, I walked away.

I was sick of people thinking less of me because I had no mom and a drunken dad; family isn’t something you get to pick. I sighed heavily, trying to breath out all the anger, I keep telling myself it’s not my fault all the way home.

When I get home, I find my dad in the same position I find him in every night; passed out on the couch with a bottle of whisky clutched tightly in his hand. I pry it from him, dumping the rest of the contents down the sink and I fetch a blanket from him room, draping it over him like a curtain, whishing I could block the world from him. .

[Xeniaph]

I woke up in the middle of the night, after only a few hours of sleep. I stood up to look out the window. I guess it's... Midnight? Perfect. I thought in the dead silence that enveloped the District. There was a heist tonight, and whatever the League was stealing, I was taking back. Yes, I am like Robin Hood. I don't like the comparison, but I live with it. The stuff goes to charities. These people don't deserve their stuff in the first place. Grabbing a few things (e.g. my dagger, a rope, and some money), I took a leap out my window/ badly-made hole, landing on a precarious wooden beam. I continued jumping across, landing on one after another, until I pushed off onto a roof of poorly made shingles that was reminiscent of a "simpler time."
Practicing this was torture. I remember one time when I practically broke my leg here, and Elle--my adult doctor friend-- had to patch it up for, like, two hours. I was stuck inside the house for a month, reading to pass all my time. Ah, good times. Letting my thought pass, I began jumping again, being careful not to fall in (because that was so fun).

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I jumped onto my final house of District Two an hour later. I latched onto another electrical pole, shimmying down eagerly. I broke into a sprint across the sleeping streets, smiling in the adrenaline of it all. Tonight was going to be a fun night.

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A.N.: G.O.F., I have an idea. You bump into me running as you take a walk after caring for your father well into the night?

[GirlOnFire]

{OOC: Like the idea, I took it literally thought XP}

I stood leaning against the wall of what I would call my “living room”. It wasn’t really much of a living room, it had naught but a couch and a bookshelf piled high with books from my childhood, my fathers childhood and even some from my fathers-father. I folded my arms across my chest and sighed; looking again to the man I call a father, passed out cold.

I wondered if it wasn’t just my mothers’ death that had pushed him to deep, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t good enough for him. I tried, I tried real hard so I would not disappoint him, but then I would come home from school or a walk with cradling my fist and the look he would give me as he shook his head; sometime I wonder. I guess I’ll never really know, because Father and I haven’t had a real conversation in a long time, so long in fact, that I can hardly remember what the conversation had even been about.

I sighed again, running a hand through my already messy hair, making it sprout in all different direction. I didn’t care, it was nearing midnight, and nobody would see it, not that I cared if they did; whom was I trying to impress anyway? I pivoted on the spot an headed for the door, grabbing a coat without stopping or even glancing to see which coat I had grabbed.

I shrugged it onto my shoulders, enjoying the warmth of it. I tried to clear my mind as I walked, thinking of pleasant things, like a time with no games, with no Capitol breathing down our necks every minute of every day. I laughed out loud, surprising myself with how loud it was. A day without the Capitol? Right, like that will ever happen, maybe one day my father will stop drinking too.

I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going; simply letting my feet do the walking. Had I been paying more attention it probably wouldn’t have happened, but as I made a sudden turn around a corner I ran smack! into something, knocking my right onto my ass.

“Ouch! What the…Christ watch where your going next time buddy!” I stood, wiping my bloodied palms against my butt, trying to rid some of the dirt from it. I looked up at the offender, knowing full well it was my fault and also knowing full well my pride would not allow me to say so. I crossed my arms, glaring daggers at the boy, waiting for him to apologize.

[Xeniaph]

I continued racing against the morning, fully aware of my surroundings... sort of. Rounding a corner, I bumped into something that appeared to be- human shaped? Oh, shit, I thought, without saying a word to this... girl, apparently. Falling down hard, she brushed herself off (with a very mean glare towards me for emphasis) and began yelling, "Ouch! Christ, watch where you're going next time, buddy!" She stood up (still glaring) and crossed her arms, obviously waiting for an answer to her "apology", if you could call it that.

"Are you expecting something?" I asked, sharply, "It's entirely your fault we collided. And I don't think that your yelling is very fair. You would have hit a car had I not stopped you on this corner. There are cars here, you know... You might want to get some rubbing alcohol on that," I stated curtly in reply to her bloodied hands, "I suppose that your "daddy" is a doctor, so that shouldn't be a problem." Finishing, I took up a sprint from the corner, not even bothering to notice her yelling at me.

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A.N.: Plot Idea: I forget something at the crime scene and you track me down (which would explain the yelling at me, unless you want to curse him out for fun)?

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Umm.. why are you guys RPing in the Character Info board? Please carry on this thread in one of the in-character boards..

[Xeniaph]

I guess that would be smart. Thanks, Thundy, we'll move. Come on guys.
Seraph: Oh, do we have to? I'm tired enough as it is.
Braelyn: Yes. Now shut up and move. We don't need you and your griping slowing us down.
Seraph: Fine... But I won't like it, and you can't make me do that!
Braelyn: You want to try me and find out?
Seraph: No, no, I'm good.
Braelyn: Good. Now start moving.

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Thank you.