In my own little world {OPEN}

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Wind rushing past his ears, feet pounding on the cool, cobblestone street, nothing compares to running freely in a warm spring day. Of course, not many people get to in Panem, but for Rowan Andersson, it was his job. As town messenger, all he did was run around unrestricted by any kind of rules. But then again, the winter jobs were a pain.

Not that he was complaining.

This particular lovely day, he was heading toward the mayor's house. In this part of town, the roads were actually paved. Rowan brown hair whipped to and fro as he laid down one foot after another. The fresh spring air filled his lungs. Outdoors was the only place he was content, where he was happy. For the time being, all worries about the Games, about school, about life in the nasty dictatorship rule of the Capitol, left his mind. The only thought was the here and now.

As Rowan approached the reletively elegant house of the mayor, he suddenly noticed a flicker of movement. Being the curious person he was, he unconsciously veered off the path into the nearby woods. He could spare a bit of time investigating.

[.~*Lillian*~.]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=535e35] Don’t tell me how life is…Cause I don’t care this time… Lillian wasn't perticularly proud of her habit. Every day she would make her way towards the woods. What she did there was a mystery to everyone except herself. See, Lily wasn't one of those girls to sit back and watch the night turn into day. She was the kind to want to feel the wind from the deep sky and taste the deep scents of fresh natural wood. Lily wasn't a unrecognizeable person. Her big mouth kept her very noticeable, The girl slipped into the covers of the trees. Her thin body slipping silently into the bushes, Her hair was hidden under a black cloak that had been ironed that morning. Her black boots hit the forest floor silentely as she moved deeper into the woods. Her brown eyes relaxed as she continued her quick pace. Lily never looked back, and she didn't slow until she walked a distance from the town. Her brown eyes closing in relaxation as she sat by a tree the cloak still covering her face. Opening her eyes once more she pulled out a small knife and picked up a piece of wood she left behind on her last visit. The wood was fashioned into a elegant arrow. The tips light and shaped like elegant flowers. Lily never noticed the fact that a animal was near. Not until she was running back towards the town the end of her cloak torn. Her hand bleeding. She had a few scratches here and there from climbing up a tree swiftly, but she had to eventually get to the town before her hand got infected. The knew bites weren't the safest. So it came down to her running back, her brown eyes fogged with mixed emotions of excitement, fear, and annoyence. Her hood was still pulled over her and her cloak was covering her bloody hand as she came out of the woods noisely. OCC: Sorry I'm not feeling particularly creative so the animal will just be like a dog incase you needed the information for your reply. LYRICS: Going Down In Flames 3 Doors Down

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Blood. Lots of blood. Blood and paw prints. Rowan's first reaction would be to whip out his bow and shoot the darned beast, but unfortunately, he had no bow. Or arrows for that matter.

Now, Rowan wasn’t an ignorant person. In fact, he was known for being quite observant. Yet somehow, his eyes missed the elegant arrow lying abandoned on the ground. He didn’t see the beautiful carves and patterns. Even though Rowan carved bows, he could never make them look like a million dollars. To him, a bow was a bow, designed for killing. However, he had this sense of “carving reading.” He could look at any woodwork, and tell what type of person made it. And because he missed the arrow, he had no idea who got hurt.

But he did see that the blood led somewhere, meaning whoever was injured fled the scene. And might need help, he thought. Who knew how hurt the person was. It could be a simple gash, or it might be a severed hand. They needed medical attention NOW! Slightly panicking, Rowan followed the blood into town.

[.~*Lillian*~.]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=535e35] Don’t tell me how life is…Cause I don’t care this time… Reaching the edge of the woods she paused taking a deep breathe. Her hand ached and the skin was getting redder. Sighing she slid down by a tree keeping hidden from the mayor's windows. She knew he wasn't very fond of her, and certainly wouldn't be if she was running out of the woods with a bloody hand. Looking down at the hand she studied it carefully, her brown eyes narrowing with disgust. Eww... she thought. Blood wasn't her thing, it never was never will be. It infact somewhat grossed her out. Sure she wouldn't let a person bleed to death, but watching blood seep out was a discomforting sight. Brushing her hair back with her blood free hand she took a deep breathe. Maybe she could get her father to help her. But she frowned. Her father wasn't exactly very good at anything except looking charming and flirting to customers so they were more keen on buying his tabes. Her father wasn't old. He was about 35, not very old for the father of a 19 and a 17 year old. I can't go to him...the realization made her frown as she stood up and looked around. She slipped back into the woods. This was stupid. She knew it. It was stupid to go back into the woods bleeding after an animal had bitten her and chased her up a tree. A Very stupid idea. But she knew a stream. Or approximately were one was so she could at least try to clean up. Sure she had no idea what leaf was what, but you didn't need leaves to dress a wound. Or so she thought. LYRICS: Going Down In Flames 3 Doors Down

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OOC: Sooooo sorry for my inactivity!

The smell of blood tinged the air. It wafted through the forest, stuffing itself up Rowan's nose. Ugh. That metallic, fishy smell made Rowan want to puke.

The source of the stench? A girl sitting next to the mayor's house, her hand a horrible mess. When Rowan saw this, he instinctively gave a yelp. Then he stood there, taking in the hand, the girl, and the blood.

"Uh, hi, um, do you , uh, need some help with that?" Rowan stammered. Why did he have to be so shy? Couldn't he just say something without embarrassing himself? "I have a first aid kit at home." Oh look, he did it.

[.~*Lillian*~.]

OOC: it's fine I've been the same xP sorry for the laziness. Computer crashed so I'm on my iPod

Lillian tried not to panic. Was it normal for her hand to bleed that much, sure the bite didn't look like much but she wasn't near a good water source. At least not one where people would stare and ask questions. It wasn't like she was suppose to be in the woods alone, carving arrows and trying to make them nice and pretty. Not that she shot them at anyone, the thought would make her squirm, especially since she didn't know how, and she hated embarrassing herself.

A yelp, not anywhere but nearby. Jumping to her feet their was a flash of silver and the small knife was out incase it was thief, or another animal. Seeing a boy she automatically dropped the blade in shock. The kicked it away hoping he would see it. Hiding her hand behind her back she felt like cursing. Why was she soo stupid letting someone see her hand? Trying to hide her anger and embarrassment she just nodded at the boy cautiously. His words just telling her he saw the hand in a way, and that it didn't look good. Smiling slyly she acted as if she was brushing something away with her bloody hand so it looked clumsily casual.

"Uh....hi....Er, I guess...." she said carefully watching him. She hoped she wouldn't get into trouble or scolded, she wasn't fond of these practices. Shrugging the awkwardness away "Um...ok, I guess that would be better than a stream..." she said canceling her original plan to go back into the woods and find a stream to rinse her hand off. Blinking she realized she didn't know this boy, at least she didn't think she saw him around school. Not that she paid much attention to the boys there... "I'm Lillian Rivers..." she said hoping that it would go against her incase this boy would turn her in, or had a grudge against her family.

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OOC: Hate when that happens D:

Lillian Rivers. Rowan swore he heard that name before. The girl's face was not familiar, but the name certainly was. Perhaps from school? No. It was somewhere that was horribly noisy that he heard the name. The Reaping? No. Where did he hear the name then???

And all at once, Rowan remembered. His friend: "You should get some jewlery! Lillian Rivers carves the best around!"

He was in the market. His father had sold so much furniture that month, there was enough money for extra food and a birthday present for his mother. His friend had recommended jewlery, but when he got to the stall, it was empty.

But enough of the past. There was an emergency in the present. Rowan clambered up the stone steps to the house, opened the door, and flew in. His mother, baking more bread, barely had time to say "Rowan, what are you dooing?" before he snatched the first aid kit and sprinted off.

Reaching the Mayor's house, he took out a bottle of rubbing alchohol and a few feet of bandages and gave them to the girl. "Sorry," he said. "Couldn't afford proxide"