Rare Regrets {OPEN}

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost headed out on an agenda of his own after he warned Dwyn. He saw Flight take off after Dwyn and smiled. At least he knew that Dwyn would be safe. He followed behind and glanced over at the woman he had run into earlier. She was speaking into a walkie talkie at rapid fire speed. He grabbed the earpiece that he had hijacked from a dead peacekeeper and turned it on to hear "...Get his girlfriend. That should flush him out. Ghost pressed a small button on the earpiece and was about to say something when he was seized from behind by a peacekeeper and brought to the woman. 

A smirk played across her face. "Hello Ghost." He spat at her feet and glared at her. She said a few other things into the mike and he heard a response that chilled him to the bone. 

"We have his girlfriend. Tell him the mission is accomplished."

He was about to scream the word 'no' when he heard a struggle over the radio. Obviously, Flight had gotten to Dwyn first. The woman and keeper both blanched and the keeper let him go for the slightest moment. They were both down on the ground, cuffed together with the peacekeeper cuffs, and knocked out before they knew that Ghost had even gotten free. 

Ghost ran to the manhole and vaulted up the rungs in record time to see Flight running away with Dwyn in her arms. A peacekeeper lay dead nearby and a stun gun lay off the well beaten path. He grabbed the stun gun and climbed a tree to the higher branches. He began to follow Flights trail of destruction through the forest and eventually caught up to her when he noticed the peacekeepers in front of her in the shrubs. 

Ghost aimed with the pistol and fired a few rounds. Two of the three hit their targets while one fizzled out in the ground near a keeper. He began to aim up when Ghost fired again, the stun round entering through the eye and exiting out the back of the head. Then he noticed the earpiece in Flight's ear. 

He decided to try to raise her on the radio. "Flight. Thanks for getting Dwyn out of there. Oh...and I can see you at the moment." That would probably piss her off, but it was his job. 

[~Kayla~]

Fuzzy, vague. A word here and there, all senseless to her. Her own pictures, words, sounds mixed in, some created by her drunken mind, some by her normal dreams. Dwyn was a mess. Her world was in chaos, muddled by a mix of alcohol and sedative, all the bits and bobs coming together to create a fantastic wreck. And poor little Dwyn was stuck in the middle of it all.

Then there's a falling sensation, though this one seems a bit more real than the usual and a sharp pain in the back of Dwyn's head. For a second she's closer to the surface and she feels someone pick her up. Then her world goes back to the black pandemonium and the physical world disappears once again.

In truth Dwyn was a bit scared by the images in her head. The best, or worst depending on how you looked at it, parts of her nightmares were all making an appearance. Some of them were real and from her past: the first day at the orphanage, her whipping, her first human kill and every other kill after that.

Yes, those kills gave her nightmares. She wasn't a total heartless monster. She always remembered the expression, usually one of absolute terror or just a simple surprise. Many didn't expect someone like a her, a young girl, could be capable of such a thing. So when the blade sinks deep into their chest they don't expect it, even when they're looking right at her.

She had other nightmares as well. Some of them were more recent, new additions to her growing pile, two in particular. Both startled as well as frightened her. One involved the gruesome death of Flight, the other of Ghost. Each time their death was new, a different tragedy. She'd never dreamed about anyone but herself before that first time, right after her clubbing incident with Flight. Obviously things were changing.

It seemed forever to Dwyn but she finally made her way from the nightmares, into reality. She was aware of a rocking motion, too vigorous to be comforting. It took a minute but she figured out it was because she was being carried by someone who was running. "Why?" Her mind was still to fuddled to figure that out. But she had some control over her own body.

And so, in a very Dwyn-like fashion, she rolled away from whoever was carrying her, falling onto the forest floor and tripping whoever it was with her. A slurred and incomprehensible string of cuss words spills from Dwyn as she gets on her hands and knees. The sedatives hadn't completely wore off, neither had the alcohol, and she was hit with a terrible wave of nausea. In a very unsophisticated move the contents of Dwyn's stomach was revealed to the world, spewed onto the dirt. More fowl language follows and Dwyn then attempts to stand up, wiping her mouth as she does. A few stumbled steps and Dwyn falls again. "Fucking hey." This time she stays down, giving up and instead she sits against a tree after she pukes a second time, everything she speaks still just colorful incoherency.

(ooc- I didn't think it'd be that long... oops.)

[sadniss everdeen]

Her eyelids flicker and my breath escapes me in sharp whistles as my bruised ribs try and compensate for the fact that I'm running faster than I have in months. There is slight shifting from the form in my arms and I sigh in relief; it means she'll be conscious soon. Brains are strange organs - you can get an arrow through the head and come out no worse for wear, or you can hit it lightly on a counter and never wake up. Feet dig hard into the soft dirt with each extension and retraction of my legs, unused muscles begging for rest. But I'm able to go for long periods of time and grudgingly ignore the steadily increasing pressure in my chest and calves.

I see the Peacekeepers ahead but my legs don't realize the frantic yelling from the rest of my body to stop! danger, danger! death ahead! and I instead blow right past them. One levels a wicked looking gun at my neck but several shots and they slump motionless to the ground. There's a sinking suspicion of what's going on but I don't stop to think. Thinking comes second. Pushing myself to the limit I finally stop when Dwyn gives an incoherent grumble and rolls - well, attempts to roll - right out of my arms. The sudden shift in weight makes me stumble and drop her, feet catching on her side and sending me flying into the grass. Cursing profoundly I roll several feet, lying stunned until I scramble back up with some difficulty. Wincing and holding my injured side I half-limp towards her where she's emptying the contents of her stomach. Wordlessly I hold her hair back until she's done, and watch as she slumps, exhausted onto a tree trunk. "Fucking hey." She mumbles, and I have to crack a smile at the very Dwyn-esque sentence. "Hey yourself." But a grating voice in my ear interrupts any other conversation.

"Flight. Thanks for getting Dwyn out of there. Oh...and I can see you at the moment." Ripping the earpiece from my head I stomp on it with my heel, grinding it into the dirt and fracturing it into several pieces. There's no way he's getting to me now, for all I know it has a tracking device. Stupid!

Leaning over the clearly hungover girl I grab her arm and pull it over my shoulders, grunting in exasperation. How the hell does it feel like she weighs so much when she's so small? Not for the first time I'm desperately yearning for my old strength. "Come on." I hiss, ignoring the various aches and pains my body is broadcasting. "We have to go. Now." Turning back to the trees I flash the canopy a quite rude gesture before putting another arm around her waist and hoist her along with me. I now have an idea of where we're going, and I'll probably lose him there. Roots appear out of nowhere to trip us up but we're doing remarkably good time, so good, in fact, that I didn't notice the drop-off until it was too late. Gritting my teeth I pull Dwyn flush against my body and let myself tumble down the slope.

The descent is alot longer than I remember. I used to enjoy going down and seeing how much I could control myself but now it's just a race of staying alive. Flat on my back I have to use my heels to alter how fast or slow we go, digging in too hard will result in flipping so that I'm going down head-first, and then I have to use my fingers to push myself back up the right way. By the time we hit the bottom with a jarring thunk I'm covered head to toe in loose, crumbling dirt and in a decidedly bad mood. Why is it that there are traitors everywhere I go? Again heaving myself up I give a satisfied smile when I see the slope is bare and impossible to get down without being spotted by us. "We're almost free, Dwyn. Just a little more." She can rest in a few minutes. I'm still uneasy about being in this large, open space.

Once again slinging her arm over my shoulders I limp cautiously into the large hole in the natural rock face. A long time ago this District used to be metalsmithing, which meant we had huge amounts of iron. Over time the workers emptied the faces and what were left were great winding chasms and networks of tunnels that could go to the bottom of the earth and then just stop, or another entrance halfway across the District. When I was smaller I loved coming in here, letting the black envelop me and using ridiculous ways to figure my way back. Over time I created a map-like memory of this place, and know exactly where I need to go. "They'll never find us here." And with that, we begin our descent into darkness.

Ahhh, paranoid Flight. How strange you are.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost maneuvers himself into a better position on the branch high above Flight. His expression was serious, but you could tell that he was trying to hold back a laugh. Dwyn was on the ground where Flight had dropped, and then tripped over her. She was currently upchucking the rest of her lunch and Flight was mashing her earpiece to a pulp. He turned his off and stowed it in a bag before getting ready for the inevitable.

Flight began to run and Ghost followed her. From the gesture that she had given him before she ran, Ghost thought that she still believed that he was an enemy. Well I'm not. He swung from tree to tree with acrobatic grace and agility until the end of the trees came into sight and a steep hill came into view. Flight was sliding down it on her back with Dwyn in her arms.

"Fuck you!" he yelled as she slid away from him. He watched how she got down and realized that headfirst wasn't the best way to go about it. He kept watching as she walked Dwyn over to a cave and dissapear inside. He couldn't get down there with Flight able to see. But maybe he could get down there during the night. It wasn't very far away according to the sun and he knew that the Guild of Spies always got their man, no matter what they had to do to get him.

He settled on the branch and unslung his rifle from his back. He pulled the silencer out that he had found and fitted it to the end of the barrel. He put that back on and leaned against the trunk, waiting for nightfall.

[~Kayla~]

"So it was Flight that was carrying me... oh." The light bulb lit up in Dwyn's head and she gave a sigh of relief. The last thing she remembered before she'd blacked out was falling into the arms of some guy. How'd Flight get into the picture? Her brow creases slightly. She was just to damed drunk to figure this out right now. Dwyn hears a weird crunching noise and looks up to see Flight stomping on something with a furious look in her eyes. The scene didn't help Dwyn's understanding of what was going on at all.

She grudgingly lets Flight pull her up, gritting her teeth against the sudden pounding in her head. It seemed that, lately, Dwyn was always hungover. "Just my fucking luck." Flight's words spark a question. She keeps walking, cursing now and then. "Wait... where's Ghost?" She could tell that Flight wasn't very fond of him but she wouldn't just leave him. "But she would." The small, rational part of Dwyn's mind piped up, speaking nothing but the truth. Oh, she'd just figure it out when they got to wherever they were heading. After Dwyn took a nap...

As the two walked, Dwyn stewed over something that had occurred to her. Normally - not that much was normal these days - she could down two bottles of whiskey and not get this drunk. The only thing she could think of was the sedatives had screwed her up. It would certainly explain why she was basically handicapped, a burden on poor Flight. "Poor me."

The next thing Dwyn knew, she was once again in Flight's arms and they were careening down a hill at a ridiculously fast pace. Dirt was flying everywhere and soon both of them were covered in it. It was a cloying dust that got into every crease and crack, making the decent even more absurd than it already was.

It was over and once again Flight was dragging Dwyn, this time into a giant cave. "Fuck you!" So Ghost was fine! But... why was Flight running from him? Dwyn made to turn around and go back to the entrance. Flight could deal with it.

[sadniss everdeen]

"Fuck you!"

A sadistic smile and I let a low chuckle rumble from my chest, echoing stonily off the walls that house ourselves. My leg felt like fire and I had to grit my teeth to keep from whimpering with every step, but there was no way I'm quitting now. The drugged girl mumbles something that I can't quite decipher and sluggishly turns away, back to the rapidly shrinking entrance. I jerk on my footing but recover, pulling her back to my side. "No, Dwyn. We have to stay away." A hand fishes in my pockets and come out with a lighter; a quick shake and soon the smooth walls are bathed in a weak, flickering light.

You can see your breath in short puffs as we descend deeper into the gloom, watching the light fade completely from the hole in the surface. I close my eyes to help guide myself, using the twisting turns and holding the flame more for Dwyn's sake than mine. It's been a long time but I remember these caverns as if it was yesterday - I used to pack myself enough food and drink to go in and not surface for days. Sure enough the space begins to open out gradually, throwing our footsteps back at us until it sounds like an army to our sensitive ears. Dwyn is heavy and I'm tired so with effort I stagger into the large, rounded opening after about an hour's walk, dropping her unceremoniously onto the ground and flopping down next to her.

"I bet you're wondering what the fuck is going on." I mumble, rolling so that I press against her slightly to combat the chill stone floor. "And trust me, so am I. But we can't be near Ghost. I don't know if he's the traitor or if they're just following him, but we'll get shot and die."

He's the traitor. You know it. But a part of me holds back, perhaps for Dwyn's sake. He looks like an absolute ass and has a major problem that I've slept with her (repeatedly), but she likes him... and who am I to deny her happiness? Besides, I'm sure that if Kaya lets me, it won't be the last time we roll around with each other. Still, that's another thought for another time, shaking off the uncomfortable spike of heat that shoots straight between my thighs.

Looking around the gaping cavern, I frown at the wet rocks and condensed air. While we can probably survive in here for a while, it's much too cold to stay and sleep. Night is falling soon, and we can exit out the opposite side of the District with them none the wiser. Again fishing in my pocket I pull out the spare earpiece with a smirk, fixing it to my shell and hearing the steady crackle of static. I won't be able to talk but I can hear them; and being this far down kills any and all chances of a tracking device. I seriously doubt that there's any homing signals coming from this thing in the first place, you can never be too sure.

Delta, come in. Do you read? A man's voice - rough like gravel - comes in through the communication. There is slight hesitation before a woman's tone invades the line. She's strict sounding and obviously pissed off. Yes, I goddamn read. What the hell happened? I almost see the unknown man cringe. Well, ma'am. The two girls got away, though they're severely hindered. We have Ghost in our general area - he won't be able to get away without us spotting him and getting a lock. Silence. A heavy sigh. Where did the girls go? The old mines. They'll either double back or get lost. I wouldn't worry about them.

Her voice is now icy and authoritative, but holds a hint of remembrance. Give it up, Ghost. You're surrounded. Team One, after Ghost has been apprehended, go into the tunnels in search of the girls. We don't need to be taking any chances.

Shit.

"Let's go, friend of mine. We need to get out of here." Pulling her back up with difficulty, I close my eyes to orient myself and begin limping off in a seemingly random direction; though it isn't random at all. They think they can beat me in my own home? Well, they can certainly try.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost begins to fidget as he waits for night to fall. It is taking way longer than he thought. He decides to listen to something that could possibly humor him. The earpiece is out and in his ear tuned to the peacekeeper frequency. "Give it up Ghost, we've got you surrounded."Team One. As soon as we have Ghost secured, go in after the girls."

Ghost had just about had it. "Yea. You can fuckin' try to get them, but you never will. I will make sure of it." There was a long string of static from the other end of the mic and Ghost looked around for the first time. Seven forms were converging on his general area, their search circle getting smaller by the second. He aimed through the reflex sight at the farthest one and squeezed off a round. 

The solid large round tore through the man's skull with nothing more than a cough. The man next to him and two places away went down in the same manner. Then, Ghost missed. The man looked up and said into his speaker, "I've got him. He's in a tree and..." Ghost jumped straight towards the incline that he had seen Flight hurtle down. He was in the air for a few seconds, just falling, before he landed on his back. "After him!" came a voice over his radio as he hurtled downwards. 

There was one thing that Ghost had yet to try. Holding his gun above his head, he twisted until his toes were controlling him as he hurtled down on his belly. He brought the gun to bear on the figures that were fast approaching and let a couple shots loose. Two hit and three missed. He aimed again and hit the last remaining figures right before he hit the bottom. 

"Bravo. Come in Bravo. Do you read?" Ghost walked to the entrance of the mine and pressed the talk button. "This is Ghost reading you loud and clear." Silence, then, "Fuck you Ghost! Team one, take the caves now!" "There is no team one anymore you Capitol whore. I even bet that there is no team two and you are the only one left out here."

He switched off his earpiece and called into the cave. "Hey Flight! If you can hear me, please come out to direct me in to you guys." He waited for her to answer him or retrieve him. 

[~Kayla~]

Irritation clouded Dwyn's features as Flight pulled her away from the entrance, away from the light, away from Ghost. She tries pulling away but it's like all the energy's gone from her limbs. "Stupid, stupid drugs. Why does it have to be me that's suddenly useless?" She gives up and just goes with Flight, grumbling for a bit.

Soon it's pitch dark and Dwyn can't see shit. The tiny flickering light Flight provides does nothing except show Dwyn the fact that there seemed no end to the tunnel before them.. The black, wet, cold, creepy looking walls gave Dwyn an idea. How great would it be to take a claustrophobic person down here? Just the thought makes Dwyn flash a tiny smile. Oh, she was so mean to people.

It's in the tunnels, with all the echoing footsteps that Dwyn finally discovers there's something wrong with Flight. She's limping. "Why didn't you tell me you where hurt? I can walk just fine on my own, thank you very much." Her look is reproachful in the dim light. She made a note to herself that as soon as she could see her hand in front of her face she'd check Flight out. There was no need for her friend to suffer in silence.

The echoes seem to grow louder, more hollow sounding, like they were coming into a giant room. Dwyn welcomes the stop with relish, collapsing onto the floor. It was just unfortunate that the floor was freezing cold but, god, did it feel good against Dwyn's pounding head. She snuggles up to Flight, shivering slightly.

Flight's words surprise Dwyn. Ghost the traitor? She couldn't believe that but there was nothing she could do about it now. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. The cold made it hard though, damp as it was. It sent aching chills into Dwyn's bones. These caves, she decided, were just miserable.

Instead of falling asleep, as Dwyn intended, she contemplates what happened. The day had started with her breakdown - what a great way to start the day! - then Ghost's appearance. She was happy he was back, real happy. And Flight popped in too, after being unceremoniously arrested in the club all those weeks ago. A smile flickers across Dwyn's face as she remembers that night of drinking and sinful fun. Her thoughts are interrupted by Flight, pulling her onto her feet once again.

"But I was just getting comfortable." Her voice is like that of a child's, winy and disappointed. But she follows Flight anyways. What else was there to do? As they walked Dwyn got the feeling that Flight knew where she was going, really knew where she was going. She wondered when her friend had been down here before. Dwyn had never ventured this far into the forest. She preferred hanging in town, where all the money was.

A voice from the direction they had come startles Dwyn. It's faint and in her present state she can't quite make out the words. But she recognizes the voice and without thinking she turns around, heading for the sound. She ignores Flight, who's disappeared behind her. It's when she walks into a wall that she regrets her decision, falling onto the floor and cussing all the way. Her headache was already bad enough, why not add a bruise to the mix?

[sadniss everdeen]

I sway slightly as she leaves my side, only remembering that we were supposed to run away after she disappeared into the dark. Swearing under my breath I limp in the direction that I hear her footsteps, stopping only as there is a thud and a colorful stream of cussing from at my feet. Light trickles down to see her on the ground, cradling her head from where she just ran into a wall. Snorting, I pull her up and take her side with an iron grip, shooting an amused and slightly annoyed look. "I told you we have to go away from the entrance." Again the noise sounds - a voice? - and I frown, beginning to limp away from the ominous patter of distant feet.

Many twisting turns and loops are taken in an attempt to throw off whatever - or whoever - is following us. Things pass by quickly and without much conscious thought as we are now utterly swallowed by darkness, the light flicks off with a cough to preserve fuel and eyesight. My fingers spiderweb against Dwyn's ribs, seeking human warmth and reassurance that she's still here. Breathing harsh against the walls, I have to grit my teeth as each step threatens to make my knee buckle.

Rebounding noise and I yank Dwyn into a small crevice, slapping a hand over her mouth and sliding a leg in between hers to prop up the younger girl. Moments later bouncing lights appear in the tunnel and three heavily armed figures storm through where we were just standing. Though their faces are cloaked it's obvious who they are by the identical earpiece attached to the rim of their helmets. A tap of the same device and through the spurts of static, a conversation is heard through the tiny hiding place. Team One, go go go! Ghost has entered the tunnels! If the girls are seen, shoot if met with resistance!

Fuck! Damnit Ghost, what the hell did you bring here? I'm grinding my teeth to keep ahold of my temper and to ignore the searing in my leg, but a small shift of weight and I bite into Dwyn's shoulder to stifle the pained groan that threatens to escape. We have to get out of here, I thought that we had more time; but it seems Mister Special Agent has already decided to enter and let the troops invade the place. This was my private home! How dare they do this! "These guys are bad news, Dwyn. We have to go, now."

I'm both supporting and using her weight to my advantage as I run/jump down the tunnel. I turn in the opposite direction that they went; a dead end, no less, and grumble when I realize that the entrance we need is an hour's walk away. It would be trying enough without these guerillas trying to hunt us down. Girls, I know you're there. Give up and show us your position, and you won't come to harm. Fuck you, ice bitch. There's no way I'm giving anything up. Tugging Dwyn with me I manage to find one of the many hidden rooms after twenty minutes of exhausted hopping, shoving her through the crevice and practically collapsing to the ground.

My knee is unbendable as I roll up to a seated position. The ride down the slope must have really screwed it up - I was more concerned with staying alive at the time - and now it's deciding to pay me a visit. A stream of vulgar Icelandic pours from my mouth as I lean against the wall, trying in vain to struggle into a standing position. Glancing at the blond, I'm satisfied that she isn't piss-drunk anymore and can probably hold her own weight. Good, because there's no way that I'm going to carry her anymore. Tinkering with my radio, I switch it to a frequency that only those in the bowels of the tunnels can hear. A burst of white noise followed by a low humming is the only thing I can hear. So far. Oh Ghost, come out, come out, wherever you are.

"What do you propose to do?" I grunt, looking up at the smaller girl. She's calling the shots now, much as she might hate it.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

It was just taking too long. Nothing had come from the caves for a while and the woman kept using colorful language that he hadn't even heard before. Ah well. Might as well go exploring. He turned and advanced into the cave when he heard a dull thump and a long string of cuss words from inside. Dwyn. Ghost thought as he took off running. He followed the noise of her cussing to a large area. That was when he heard the footsteps behind him and the words, "Team one, go, go, go!"

Shit!

Obviously they had lived and Ghost was trapped. He ran off in a seemingly random direction and ran against a brick wall. He heard footsteps and the words, "Girls, I know you're in here. Show yourselves and you won't get hurt."Yea right. That was when two forms ran down the passage, stopped, and turned off into the rock. 

Ghost, being the curious person he was, walked closer to study the wall. There was a very camouflaged hole in the side that seemed to act as an alcove or hide. All of a sudden, a wave of Icelandic poured from the opening. Yup. That's Flight. Ghost thought as he advanced further on the opening. More footsteps echoed into the area and he dove, headfirst, through the opening, landing right in the middle of the entire space. He glanced at Flight and covered her mouth. "Quiet. I don't care if you think I am what I'm not. I just want to get us all out alive. And for the last time, I am not with them."

The footsteps stopped for a short ten seconds, and then moved down the tunnel from them. He pulled his hand away and sighed with relief. He was out of the hornet's nest...for now.

[~Kayla~]

"These guys are bad news, Dwyn. We have to go, now."

"Well, no shit. And I was going to go out there and give one of them a hug." The accompanying look Dwyn gave Flight wasn't any less sarcastic. Even though Dwyn had whispered she still had the feeling someone had heard them, or even seen them running. It was too bad she couldn't see anything. God, she was really starting to hate these tunnels.

Flight's hopping gait as they walk would've been funny to Dwyn, except she knew how much her friend's leg was hurting. Dwyn's shoulder was sore from where Flight had bitten it aftervall, but she couldn't complain. Not when everything seemed to be happening at once.

Not that Dwyn knew much of what was happening, she was still quite confused. All she knew was Flight was shoving her into some godforsaken crevice that led into more darkness. Once she's through she turns around and roughly pulls Flight in after her, the both of them collapsing to the floor. Everything seemed suddenly quiet, except for Flight's panting. "Maybe I can finally get some sleep." Dwyn knew the thought was impossible but she could still hope.

She scoots up against the nearest wall and puts her head on her knees, trying to get rid of her god-damned headache. Everything was happening at once and she was still drunk enough to be completely confused and a bit slow. Even her words were still slurred. So when Flight seemingly talks to nothing she looks up, worried for a second. It's then that she notices Flight's headpiece. Grumbling, she wearily puts her head back on her knees. "I want one..." "Then maybe I'd have a slight idea of what's going on..."

Dwyn was just about to answer Flight's question when there's noise coming from the crevice. Poor disorientated Dwyn's a bit slower than usual and her reflexes aren't half as sharp as they normally are. So by the time she's on her feet, dagger in hand, the intruder is already in the cavern. The shape moves towards Flight and Dwyn steps forward, a dangerous look on her face.

"Quiet. I don't care if you think I am what I'm not. I just want to get us all out alive. And for the last time, I am not with them."

"Oh thankgod." Dwyn sighs and puts down the knife. Not only was the intruder friendly but it was her own Ghost. Well that was two birds with one stone. She steps closer and slides the knife back in her belt, doing her best to ignore her throbbing headache. She eyed Flight's leg with concern and then glanced at Ghost. "I don't know about you two, but I'm tired of this shit. I just want to go to bed. How about we get out of here?"

(ooc- ooh, that was a bad post. sorry.)

[sadniss everdeen]

By nature, I'm an instinctual person. I let my senses lead me when injured or compromised, and usually this aids me in escaping the situation or just places me in a bigger mess. Accordingly, I don't take being scared easily. In the dungeon or in tight situations I always have weapons or my legs or even my tongue to rely on; but here with my back against the wall and my swords trapped between, there's nothing. I can't move, can't attack, can't do anything. The thudding of my heart invades my ears as the figure lurches and slaps a hand over my mouth, and I do the first thing that comes to mind.

I bite. Hard.

Not the dinky biting that serves as a warning - those are for lightweights - but the violent clamping where your jaws seize shut and your head jerks from side to side to attempt to shake it off. A terrified noise rises in the back of my throat, coming muffled through the flesh and ending strangled and rough as my teeth thud into bone. I'm tempted to power my mouth shut until they snap but a voice interrupts my panic, slicing through the red haze to turn into an altogether different emotion. Anger. With some difficulty I remove my jaws from him and scoot backwards, using the way to slide upright and gritting my teeth to stop the pained hiss from escaping. "Fucking hell, Ghost. Who are these people?" My lips part to enter another tirade but a glance at Dwyn's relieved face silences it, ending in an annoyed huff.

Footsteps echo down our hallway and I limp over to the crack, listening in. Sure enough another team passes right by our hideout, stopping right at the entrance to talk into their communicators. This is Team Two. What's the status, command? Silence for a moment, before a burst of static and the replying voice bouncing through the caves.

It's unsure where they are, but we currently have five teams canvasing the area. The tunnels are huge, Team Two, be careful not to get lost down there. One guard shifts, and the other rolls his shoulders. I notice that their armor is heavily padded and reinforced, with nasty looking automatic weapons. No way we're going to manage a group of them. Let's hurry up and go home. I can't see shit in here. And our orders still stand?

Yes. If they fight back, lethal force may be used. We're still unsure as to who the girls are, but intel is working on it. They sigh and nod, signing out and beginning to jog along the halls. Ever so slowly their footsteps fade away, and I allow myself to breath again. Blood runs fuzzy down my throat and I swallow greedily, turning my eyes to the relative black where I know they lay.

"So, anybody have any bright ideas as to what the fuck we're going to do?"

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

The pain finally catches up to Ghost and he supresses a hiss. His hand is on fire from where he was bitten and he needed something to bandage it with. He pulls somecloth out of his pocket and creates a double bandage to wrap around his palm. At least it was my left hand. he thought as his hand was covered. 

As he was working on his hand, he was listening to the conversation outside via his stolen earpiece. He had persuaded Dwyn to leave the district in their first encounter, but it seemed now tha. She didn't have any choice. If they were running checks on Flight and Dwyn, neither would be safe in the district anymore. 

Ghost glances up at Flight as she asks if they have any good ideas. She looks at him specifically. How the fuck should I know? he thought with a sigh. 

"Flight, the only way out is the way you think is best. I happened upon you two by luck and have no idea where the fuck I am." he turned to the entrance and then took the silenced gun from his back. "The only thing I've got is the firepower. If you lead us out, I can take out any teams from the Guild of Spies that we encounter on the way out of the district. We can't go back except for personal possessions. Then we will need to leave. They got you once and are looking to identify you and Dwyn. Once they find out, they will take you back to the detention center along with Dwyn if she decides to stay." 

Ghost flicks on the reflex sight and aims out the crevice checking for enemies. None are present in either direction. It's now or never.

((ooc: that wasn't the best. I hope this is enough))

[~Kayla~]

Dwyn winces in a sympathetic gesture as Flight's teeth tear into Ghost's hand. In truth, he had that one coming. Flight wasn't one to let someone just come in and touch her, he should've figured that out by now. But no. Instead he was bandaging his hand and Flight was greedily swallowing his blood. Dwyn was still just messed up enough sobriety wise that she thought it was quite funny. It took quite a bit of self discipline to stop from giggling, which surely would've alerted someone bad to their presence, As it is she covers her mouth and lets the occasional laugh escape.

Dwyn creeps up between Flight and joins her in the eavesdropping. She was glad that both her and Flight's identities were still unknown. She hoped to keep it that way. It would suck royally if she had to leave District 9, not that she ever would. District 9, however horrific it might be, was still her home. She had nowhere else to go and she wasn't about to give up what she had.

Ghost's words echo her thoughts and she turns on him, a peculiar fire burning in her eyes. "But I have no intention of leaving. They don't know who we are. And, if I have anything to do about it, they won't ever find out. And if they do? Well let them come. It can't be any worse than what the trouble I get into a daily basis. Her words are full of a strong conviction. Dwyn was glad she was returning, however slowly, back to her normal self.

She takes a lighter out of her pocket and flicks it on, looking at her companions faces. Then she pokes her head out of the crevice and looks down the tunnel. Noone was near and so she steps out, drawing a dagger as she goes. "Right. Which way Flight?"

(ooc- that was so bad I have no words for how much that post sucked. I'm sorry but I had to post something since I won't be back till Sunday. We're moving the weekend after this one and I don't know how much I'm going to be able to get on between then and Thanksgiving. I'll try but I"m just warning you now... things are about to get a bit sketchy.)

[sadniss everdeen]

"The only thing I've got is the firepower. If you lead us out, I can take out any teams from the Guild of Spies that we encounter on the way out of the district. We can't go back except for personal possessions. Then we will need to leave. They got you once and are looking to identify you and Dwyn. Once they find out, they will take you back to the detention center along with Dwyn if she decides to stay."

My eyes flash dangerously as he starts throwing around orders. District Nine is my home; no matter how much I may bitch and whine, I won't leave it simply because he thinks it's the 'safe thing to do'. Since when is anything I do safe?

A peculiar smile curls along my lips as Dwyn's voice cuts through the gloom, her inner fire spilling out in the conviction she possesses that is similar to mine."But I have no intention of leaving. They don't know who we are. And, if I have anything to do about it, they won't ever find out. And if they do? Well let them come. It can't be any worse than what the trouble I get into a daily basis."

I flinch at the bright light as Dwyn flicks on her lighter, bathing us in a faint glow. Shadows play evil along the rocky walls and trick you into believing hidden doorways exist just along that next turn. In fact, we're in the heart of these tunnels; any way we will attempt to go is long and difficult. Unfortunately from what I can hear on the earpiece they've got all the exits sealed off, and we'll have to take a route less traveled. "Dwyn's right. I just got back from that Hell, and I'm sure as fuck not leaving just because you screwed up and got us in this mess that, let me remind you, has nothing to do with us." Plus, I'm not leaving Kaya when we just reunited.

Closing my eyes I summon a mental image of the tunnels in my head, running through them in a large-scale 3D picture. Wherever I go I'm met with either portions that have long since crumbled or obvious places to put an ambush. We're pretty much in dead center, and it gets much too cold for comfort in here without proper gear past midnight; we'll have to move fast and not waste energy. Summoning my strength I position myself so that I can manage to squeeze through the opening without snagging my inflammed knee on the crease. Putting one hand against the wall to steady myself, I glance up at the shimmering light. "We're going to be walking for a while, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to alternate using you both as a cane. Dwyn, turn the light off, if you will. I can navigate in the dark without any difficulty for now; once we reach the subsections we'll need all the visibility we can get."

Little do the others know, but there is a whole other network running underneath these. The hidden sectors are alot less smooth and haven't been used in years for anything - I never explored all too much down there because there was just something about that place that freaked me out. Maybe it's the skeletons or the way you're completely cut off from the world, but I'll need visual guidance to get them through this.

Closing my eyes and orientating myself, I beckon with a nod of my head in the direction that we need to go, opening an arm for aid.

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