Rare Regrets {OPEN}

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

"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." Ghost sighs in defeat. He had only prepared for Flight saying something like that. But Dwyn, why did Dwyn have to take that side. Obviously she wanted to get into trouble and do more dangerous things within the district. 

"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." True, but it still was a rash decision. He was about to object when Flight climbed out of the ledge next to him with Dwyn following suit with a lighter. Ghost glanced through the sight two more times before he climbed out of the hide. By this time, Flight seemed to have her bearings and was holding her arm out for one of them to help support. 

He went to her and got into the position that he had used many times. Her arm was draped over his neck and he was holding onto her wrist with his left hand. With his right, his hand was grabbing onto her left shoulder. Ghost looked over to Dwyn and whispered, "Okay, you are the only one armed now. I think you should take point." He pointed ahead to show her his meaning. That way, he could be alerted to any presence and move Flight to the side if needed. He waited for Dwyn to begin walking in the direction that Flight had indicated. 

[Kayla]

Point guard wasn't Dwyn's favorite spot. She didn't feel vulnerable, she just felt responsible. For other people. It wasn't a feeling she was used to. She didn't like taking care of people. Even if it was just going first. But what was she to do? Throw a fit like a spoiled kid? Yeah right.

And so Dwyn stepped in front of Flight and Ghost, a bit suprised that Ghost had decided to help Flight. Then she headed forward, into the dark tunnel. She kept her steps quiet, using all of her skill learned both in the forest and various houses. Every once in a while she'd stub her toe on a rocky outcropping or just a stone and she'd mumble a few cuzz words to herself.

She did know one thing. It was freezing in these tunnels. Dwyn hated to cold, she hated the way it made her fingers numb and veritably immovable. She didn't like the way her breath hurt in her throat. And she most definitely hated the snow. It was icy and wet and gross.

Everyonce in a while Dwyn would turn around and make sure Ghost and Flight were still coming. God, they were slow. She supposed they couldn't help it but still, these tunnels were making her nervous. She'd never admit it to Ghost or Flight but there was just something about the dark and the the way one could get lost and never come out. It just wasn't Dwyn's thing.

Just then steps could be heard coming down the tunnel. Dwyn hesitates for a second with indecision, trying to think up a plan. Then she silently sprints ahead, leaving Ghost and Flight in the dark. When they're a safe, unseeable distance away from Dwyn she hides herself in the nearest crevice and waits for the steps to come closer. There was only one set of footsteps and Dwyn waited with baited breath for the poor person to get close enough.

When the footsteps were almost on top of her, Dwyn sprang out of her hiding spot and jumped onto the guy, sinking her knife deep into his neck. He was dead before he hit the ground. She caught him so he wouldn't make much of a noise, though she was sure she'd already alerted the whole group to their location. Dwyn searched him, pocketing a nice knife and his ear peice. "Finally."

It's soon in her ear and she's off, preffering to leave the body where it lay. Let it send a message to the people looking for the trio. Flight and Ghost were where she left them and a smile lights up her face, though she was sure they couldn't see them. An idea sparks in her head and she walks silently, sneaking up on her friends. She taken the only light source with her and it'd fallen to the ground when she'd jumped the guy.

Soon she was right in front of Ghost, holding her breath. A smile dance across her face and she reaches out a hand, tapping him lightly on the nose. "Well hi there."

(ooc- I posted! Yay! )

[sadniss everdeen]

Distorted noises bound towards us, warping to retain only a franction of their original sound before it reaches our ears. Dwyn runs off in a direction and I raise my eyebrow, wondering how exactly she'll keep going wherever it is she wants without tripping and killing herself. Her footsteps seem deafening in the smothering black, but really, it's just because my senses are so hyper-wired that a stray mouse will send me off into fits of hysteria. Things in these tunnels are never what they seem, and I assure myself that the labored breathing is simply ours, and not something that would lie in wait just around the next corner.

Fog clings heavy to the floor and walls, coating our air in a thick layer of moisture that covers the walls of your throat when you breathe in. For extra guidance I let my fingertips trail along the jagged surface, hissing every so often when the soft skin gets caught on a jutting stone. Soon enough smooth, polished rock turns into uneven and ragged walls and it gets decidedly cooler (if that's even possible). Dwyn comes charging back and I almost have a heart attack, rolling my eyes at the sappy display. Disentangling myself from the sickly warmth of his body my fingers spread wide against the tunnels and I begin hopping laboriously down the corridor, eyes open large but unseeing in the cold damp. "There's time for that later, lovebirds." I grumble, mapping my way by touch, inch by inch.

It's close now... I can feel it. Condensation beads and rolls down my cheeks, feeling eerily like tears. My digits are numb and frozen, coated in a slick layer of chilled water. With great trepidation I let my bad foot float down and aid shuffling, the scraping noises grating on my already frayed nerves. Though I can't see it I know milky white puffs are floating around my head from the exhalation, likewise from whatever else inhabits these caverns. Abruptly my body pulls to a halt, toes touching the crumbling foundation, a hole in the middle of the floor. There is a distant murmuring that I can't quite make out, but recognition makes me deflate. An echoing shout, and various footsteps speed up in our general direction. It will take a while before they find us, but I can't take the risk. "Brace yourselves." I grimace, before letting my bad foot out over the gaping chasm and leaning forward, fingers dragging along the jagged walls. There is a moment of weightlessness, before I plummet rapidly into the dark.

What was once a distant whispering is now a deafening crescendo as I smash into the ice-cold water, knocking all breath out of my lungs and instinctively making my arms flail out. When my form breaks the surface there is a moment of resistance, the liquid refusing to grant such an intruder entrance. Finally, though, the layer sweeps me away and into the rapids. Over the years the local river has made its home in a part of this place, leaving the once dry sub-tunnels full of churning death. However, the thing I've kept to myself is that I can't swim, and find my head going under before I can create any coherent thought.

Underneath the chaotic waves it is only slightly calmer, the water tugging at my hair and casting me around like a doll. Angrily it throws me against its sides, and I only manage to break once for air before being pulled back under. The only thing more terrifying that this lack of control is that there's no semblance of light in this place, our own personal Hell that freezes us solid. My chest aches from cold and lack of oxygen, and I almost black out when I'm slammed into the lip of a gaping hole that would pull anything down into the depths of the Earth.

Coughing violently, I drag myself up onto damp rock and lay there, shivering for several moments. Still, I pull my eyes up and fumble for a lighter, cursing profoundly when it doesn't work. As a last resort the radio - now useless - that I stole from one of the guards is sacrificed for sparks that bite my clumsy fingers and ignite into a brilliant flame and make the furious river turn black.

If one of them gets sucked under, it's over. Let's just hope they can swim.

(OOC: Yay post?)

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Flight pushed away from him as soon as Dwyn came running back and tapped him on the nose. It probably was the small "Well, hello there." that had followed it. The fact that Flight had left them made it all the better for them. As condensation began to form, he unhooked the earpiece and slipped it into a small waterproofed pocket. 

As he followed Flight, Ghost noticed the change in temperature. The air had become considerably cooler given the fact that they were underground and Ghost took this as odd. His fingers began to go numb and he shoved them into his armpits to keep them warm. He was almost done with one of his cycles of heat when he found Flight. She had just stood there, looking forward into the darkness. He heard a murmur from below... Wait...below?! 

The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps and the voices that yelled out. Flight fell forward...but didn't hit the floor. He looked for Dwyn and noticing her form near him said "Follow Me!" He fell forward the same way Flight did and fell straight down into the hole. 

The murmuring turned into the sound of a rushing river as Ghost plummeted. He hit the moving water feet first and was immediately dragged forward with the current. He sat back on his butt and assumed a position he had many times before that kept his head out of the water. He saw the sparks before he saw the flame and began to swim. He went perpendicular to the current and pulled himself up onto a rock. His eyes scanned for Dwyn even though he wouldn't be able to see her in the darkness.