~The Voices Echo Louder~[Open]

[Nervoux]

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Zuka Faybi

I slowly walked through my house, my hand sliding against the chipped walls. I skirted absent-mindedly around the places in the floorboards where the wood was completely missing or caving in. I needed to get out of the house for a while, the whole day probably. I needed fresh air, even though I had ton in the house from the many holes in the walls, ceiling, and floors. "Stupid house" I said under my breath, kicking a bucket filled with water that was sitting under a small hole in the celing for leaks. My gaze followed the bucket as it fell onto it's side, sending water spilling across the wooden floor.

"Zuka! Don't spill the poison, we need it for the flowers!" I heard my uncle yell from the small kitchen. His voice was too loud in my ringing ears, it bounced around my full head. I clenched my fists and walked into the kitchen, my nose bunching up as the strong smell of alcohol met my nose. Sure enough, my uncle had about five bottles infront of him, my aunt sitting beside him with her head resting facedown on the table.

Anger immediatly spilled through me. Normally their drunk states didn't bother me, but today wasn't the best morning. Without thinking, I walked towards my uncle, snagged the bottle from his hand and threw it at the opposite wall. It sent a loud crash as glass was sent flying into the air. Some of it scratched against my cheek as a slight pain followed. Laughter filled my ears as I looked at my uncle, his face flushed red "good one Zuka!" he yelled. A low growl seemed to escape me as my fist lunged out, punching him right on the side of the head, followed by his head crashing onto the table as he was knocked out.

I glared at my drunken gaurdians before quickly walking out of the house, anger seeming to sear through my body. My feet led me down the dirt road, barely noticing the people who gave me glares as I almost rammed into them. Some gave me sympathetic glances as I passed, almost everyone in my area knew about my aunt and uncle, how they passed out almost every night or disappeared for days at a time. I hated those looks, I hated people pitying me. It grew annoying after a while.

A small bench caught my eyes as I headed towards it. I sat down on it quickly, my right hand gripping the side hardly as I closed my eyes tightly. I barely took notice of the stinging pain in my cheek, the blood slowly dripping down from the cut. It wasn't that bad compared to the wounds I used to get. Right then, I was only focusing on pushing the voices out of my head. They were growing louder, probably excited about my large amount of anger this morning.

Good job Zuka, you almost did it. I've been telling you for a long time how you need to teach them a lesson. If only you would've gone farther... you could've killed him, you know that right? You were so close to ridding yourself of that stupid man, so close to ridding yourself of his drunk stench.

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Once again they were urging me to kill. Just like the night when I had stripped the life away from my mother. I did my best to shove the voices away and focus my attention elsewhere. Anywhere else, just not in my tortured head. I opened my eyes and stared forward, muttering under my breath quickly to the voices, trying to urge them to leave for the moment.[/justify][/blockquote][/color][/size]

[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

With a small notebook and pencil in hand, Kimmt was studying people in a public environment.

In some ways, it was actually rather interesting. Instead of just walking along, barely noticing the people around him, Kimmt remained constantly observant. It was like an ant hill, in some ways. Little red ants bustling along to get to attend to their different duties. Sure, people gave him dirty looks whenever he stared at them too long (he called his staring observing), but Kimmt didn't really mind. It was for science, after all.

Deciding to take a break from science, Kimmt sat on a small bench where a sixteen year old girl also rested. He jotted down any notes he had forgotten to take, then stuffed the writing utensil and the notebook into his pocket. Kimmt glanced at the girl, muttering something under her breath. "Excuse me, ma'am," Kimmt asked, facing her. "Is everything quite alright?"

[Nervoux]

I barely noticed the man as he sat down on the bench next to me, though his voice snapped me out of my consistent muttering. For the time being, the voice died down as I focused in on him. He asked if everything was alright. Things for me were definatly not alright, everything was screwed up in my opinion. I couldn't let out how I felt though, especially not to this stranger. I would not allow myself to show weakness such as admitting how screwed up I was to him.

I simply nodded my head to him, my teal eyes holding a cold gleam to them as I observed the man. "I'm fine" I said bitterly, my tone holding a crisp edge to it as I spoke. I let my gaze travel away from him as I finally felt the slight blood dripping down my wounded cheek. I sighed under my breath in annoyance as I brought up my hand to wipe it away. I gently brought the back of my hand over it so it wouldn't hurt as I wiped away most of the blood.

I pulled my hand down and stared at it, gazing at the red liquid covering the back of my hand. It stirred something within me, it brought me back to the moment so long ago, and it caused the voices to whisper through my head once again. I sighed for a second time and wiped my hand on my jacket, my attention turning back to the man sitting beside me.

Despite the voices that contantly rang throughout my head, I was usually alone and never spoken to. I was labeled someone who was crazy, or was a alcoholic just like my aunt and uncle. It was weird for this person to suddenly come up to me, and ask if I was alright. As I thought this over, my eyes traveled to his notebook and pencil. I silently hoped that he wouldn't write down what he was seeing.

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[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

Kimmt flinched when he saw her cheek starting bleed. "Are you sure?" he asked. Though it was in the form of a question, it sounded more like a statement. "Are you hurt? I've read books on how to treat wounds, scars, everything." He paused, then added, "Of course, you'll be my first patient, but hey! First times the charm, eh?"

He was the picture of optimism, so sure in his books that he could be able to perform brain surgery without even going to a proper medical school.

(ooc: Failure post.)

[Kenna Is Begining Anew]

She was walking back from the fields of cotton. Plants covered most of her face , leaving just he eyes. The aqua pierced everyone around her. She saw a boy with a notebook staring at her then writing something down on a notebook he had in his arms. She was about to scream at him, to mind his own business but she could not bring herself to do it. Her voice had been lost a long time ago. She quickly turned her attention away wanting to look at anything, anyone else than this boy. What did he think he was after all, writing stuff about her. It's not like she had an intresting life anyways.

Mckenna always hated living in this prison. She hated having to wake up every morning with nothing to look forward to except the end of the day. Kenna had promised herself, that one day she would be free. Depends if it meant running away or staying to die.

Her gaze landed on a girl, looking about 4 years older than her sitting on bench. Her cheek was cut, blood was dripping into her hands. Mckenna wondered how that had happened. Yeah, everyone had histories to their scars. She just wondered what hers was. Kenna was pretty sure she had seen her around ad that's when the boy sat down next to her. She watched as they talked and the boy looked at her strangely. As if she wasn't hurt but she was his patient or something.
Mckenna was liking this boy less and less.

(Not really XXDD)

[Nervoux]

Zuka Faybi

I stared at the boy cautiously, my hand gripping tighter on the edge of the bench until my knuckles began to turn white. I thought over what he had asked, silently wondering why this stranger wanted to help me. I was a lunatic, a maniac. I was not wanted in this District, and I had drunk gaurdians. Who in their right minds would approach me?

Don't trust him Zuka, he's no good. Just look at his notebook and pencil, he's probably going to write down all of this and send it to the Capitol so they can see how crazy you are.

I had to admit, the voices were getting annoying like always, but they were the only friends I had. I almost forgot that I was actually talking to someone as I listened to the voices chattering away, trying to convince me to not trust this boy. It was quite overwhelming for me.

I finally looked at him once again and rolled my eyes "It's just a little scratch from a piece of glass, I'm. Fine." I snapped, not bothering to care about how cold and unfriendly my voice was. I hadn't even asked for his name, I actually was rather rude.

My gaze traveled away from him, landing on a girl who was standing farther away. She was staring at us for some peculiar reason. Although I was used to people staring at me, it did kind of catch me off gaurd. Her eyes, however, were not trained on me, they were trained on the boy. I laughed under my breath and looked at the boy sitting beside me "looks like you have an admirer" I said sarcastically, my eyes glinting with a harsh coldness.

I didn't mean to act this way, but the meaner I acted, the farther away the voices went. Even though I liked their company, they got me into too much trouble. My mind was obviously a confusing thing to deal with. I guess that's the way it is when you converse with a lunatic.

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[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

Kimmt frowned slightly at the cut girl's snapped at him. "Very well," he said. "But, remember, I'm cheaper than the apothecary."

The girl looked away from him, and Kimmt's eyes followed her glance, and found Kimmt found himself staring into the eyes of a young girl he had examined earlier. The young man of science ignored Zuka's sarcastic remark and gave a slight smile at Mckenna, giving the twelve-year-old a wave.

"I think she's just trying to look behind me," Kimmt told the cut sixteen-year-old sitting next to me.

(ooc: Kimmt, man of science, examines young girls. >__> *stabs short posts* Work, Kimmt-muse, work!!)

[Kenna Is Begining Anew]

Mckenna was taken by surprise when she earned a smile and a wave from the boy on the bench. She decided, since she was already in a bad mood, to walk away and ignore this person like she would to anyone else. But before the thought could take action, she blushed. Mckenna couldn't help herself. No one except her father had given her a smile like that. She was mostly ignored at school and she didn't take the hand of friendship very often. She said hello with her eyes and did a litte movement with her hand that could be classified as a wave since it was moving side to side. But she dropped it quickly. She didn't want this guy to think she liked him or something.
After that she got tired of holding all those cotton plants so she dropped them into one of the larger pockets in her coat and stuffed the rest into a smaller one. She stuffed her jeans into her socks and jumped the mud puddle in front of her. Some cotton fell out but she caught them quickly with her hands as if experiencing that would happen. She set off towards the Justice Building so she could drop the plants off, when her foot hit a cat prowling along and she tumbled dropping all of the cotton on the floor. "Ugh! Stupid day never gets better!" The cat screeched at her then started walking in the opposite direction. "Screech to you to cat", she said in an anger-filled voice.


(Lmao. . Her day is going great.)

[Nervoux]

Zuka Faybi

I listened to the boy as he spoke to me, rolling my eyes as he did so. My gaze stayed trained on the girl as she did a tiny wave. A smirk played across my face as I watched, slightly taken by surprise as she turned around and headed in the opposite direction. My eyes left her as she jumped over a mud puddle, I was quickly losing interest. My attention barely turned to the boy beside me before I heard a slight thud, my gaze quickly returning to the girl.

I couldn't help but let out a loud snort of laughter as I saw the girl sprawled out on the ground, a cat hissing next to her. I found it rather amusing, despite how angry the girl looked, and how rude I must have sounded. I could hear the voices in my head laughing along with me, they too finding it very funny.

I let out a few more chuckles before looking back at the boy and once again spoke sarcastically "you better go use your 'doctor skills' Mr..." I trailed off at the end, I didn't even know this boy's name. I scratched my head in confusion, had I asked the boy's name? I didn't even remember. I sighed, bringing my hand down to see a slight bit more blood on the tips of my fingers. I guess the side of my head had gotten scratched by the glass also. I definatly needed to think before I went around throwing a glass bottle at a wall.

I quickly wiped away the blood again on my jacket, not wanting this boy to start going all Doctor on me again. Despite the throbbing in my cheek that matched my heartbeat, it wasn't even that painful. I used to get worse wounds from my mother, but that had ended so long ago on the night that I still think about to this day.

I was starting to think about it again, trying to replace the slight parts of the memory that were blurry and unclear. The voices in my head were getting louder, excited that I was thinking about that night. After all, they were mostly the reason why I did it.

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[ooc: I apologize for Zuka's rudeness xD Haha]

[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

What a strange girl this was, blushing when he waved hello and tripping all over a cat (which, he had to admit, was pretty funny). Kimmt frowned at the girl sitting next to him. "Kimmt Cotwright. And I'm not a doctor." He wasn't sure he exactly liked this girl, being so rude and all when he just wanted to help. If those scars didn't get patched up, they could become infected, and that wasn't a good thing.

Kimmt got up, not bothering to ask Zuka her name, and hurried up to fallen girl's side. "Are you quite alright?" he asked, helping her up. "You gave that cat quite a scare there."

Ah, all these cotton balls, wasted by dust. He bet the District 8 residents would've made a fine shirt from these plants, perfect for the cold winter up in the Capitol. Kimmt was glad that he was lived in the warmer climate of District 11, despite the residents being so poor and under fed.

Kimmt bent over to help pick up the cotton. "And your names? he asked both girls.

[Kenna Is Begining Anew]

She was angry. Angry with herself. She probably looked like a helpless little girl with no stability whatsoever. Mckenna tried to get but found ankle twisted into distortion. "How does that happen if you trip over a cat?", she wondered. She could hear the laughter echoing around her. "Agh!", muttered Kenna.

The boy from the bench came over at that instant. She looked up at him and pierced him those aqua eyes. "Are you quit alright? You gave that cat quite a scare.", he said helping her up. "More like he gave me a scare.", Kenna said back limping a little on her good side and snatching her hand away. The kid started picking up the cotton so Kenna did a quick sweep leaning to her right (her good foot) and picked up the rest. "And I'm fine, thank you very much." Her tone was harsh mixed with a bit of anger at the girl. It was unfairly directed at this boy. "My name is Mckenna", she said. The girl from the bench was still laughing at her. That's when Kenna recognised who it was.

This was the girl with those drunken guardians. She was flaming at her. Her feet carried her over there, limping. When she realised where she was it was too late. "Why don't you go back to your drunkees and go have a drink or something? Go ruin someone else's day, huh?".
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
(XXDD Don't take it seriously))

[Nervoux]

Zuka Faybi

My laughter was still continuing, though it was a cruel laughter. I barely noticed as the girl was helped up by the boy. Actually, I didn't even realize the boy had gotten up. I let out a sigh of amusement before containing myself long enough to hear the girl say her name. It was Mckenna, I guess it was pretty compared to my name. My name was probably just thrown together by my abusive mom, who most likely didn't even care what I was to be called later on in life.

I watched as Mckenna began to walk, no limp, towards me. My teal eyes narrowed into slits as she came closer, trying to think of what she was doing. Before I could say any cold remark to the young girl, she had spoken. Her words seem to ring in my ears, drowning out the stunned and raging voices in my head. I could feel the anger rising up inside of me, all because of those few words.

Before I knew it, I had stood up from the wooden bench. My glare pierced into her eyes that were burning with hatred and a slight gleam of insanity. Everyone knew about my gaurdians, but no one had ever confronted me. That was what was so weird, since it came from a twelve-year-old. I chuckled slightly, though there was no hint of amusement this time in the sound.

I shoved the girl backwards with my hands, despite the urges from the voices to go ahead and knock her unconsious. A small, cruel smirk appeared across my face as I glared at her, barely aware of the boy a few paces away. "My 'drunkees' you call them? Well, I would go back to them and have a few drinks, but you know... now that you've mentioned that I ruined your day, I might want to stay a little longer" I spoke, my voice holding a sarcastic and cold tone to it.

Come on Zuka! You can take her, she's only twelve. She has no right to talk to you about your stupid aunt and uncle, that's none of her business. She's already weak right now with her hurt ankle, it would be so easy!

My hands clenched into tight fists as the voices grew louder. They were beginning to fill my head, making everything else barely audible. Without thinking, I closed my eyes tightly and began to mutter under my breath once again, the way the boy had found me earlier. I knew I probably looked insane to Mckenna and the boy, but I tended to do these things when anger was burning through me and the voices grew louder.

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[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

Oh...she's just that drunk girl. Kimmt came from the Victor's Village, but ever since he moved out of his mother's home and into this area, he had heard tell of a girl with a very bad reputation who lived with drunkards.

After Mckenna insulted the girl (he believed was called Zuka), the girl with the drunk guardians got all up in Kenna's face, giving her a shove. "Wow! Hold up there!"[/blue] He hurried to get between them. "There's no point in this, now, is there?" Kimmt paused, letting the two girls cool off (or at least he hoped they were), and took a step back.

"Now then..." he said, giving them both exasperated looks. "What're we going to do to each other now?" He crossed his arms over his chest, the man of science glaring at the two of them.

[Kenna Is Begining Anew]

She didn't feel any repent when she said them. She felt good. The girl needed some straightning up. But that's where she was wrong. She heard her reply and Mckenna felt like she was abput to punch her in the face but the girl's hands were alread pushing her back. Kenna felt a zap of pain course through her left foot.

The guy came over, stepping in between the two of them. "Wow! Hold up there. There's no point in this now, is there?", he questioned. "Sure there is", I muttered under my breath. But I let my adrenaline rush stop. The anger died down a little bit.

"Now then, what are we going to do to each other now?", he asked.
"Not apologize", I said. He glared at me. "Tell the girl with the cut to get a life and maybe I will."
I stared into the girl's face. Her eyes were closed, her fists clenched and she was muttering under her breath. "Well, at least I'm not crazy". I couldn't help myself.

[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

Kimmt grimaced. "Let's just leave her alone...please?" he asked Mckenna.

He put his hands on Kenna's shoulders and tried to drive her away from Zuka. "Sorry, Miss Faybi, sorry..." Kimmt muttered at the older girl, before glaring at Kenna. "That wasn't necessary. At all. Not to mention, a primitive form of dealing with something," he grumbled at the twelve-year-old.

This couldn't make him think of the Capitol and the Games, how they used violence that, even though it didn't technically concern them, to settle a score. Kimmt shook his head.

What a jacked up country they lived in.