Rare Regrets {OPEN}

[~Kayla~]

I crossed the river,
Fell into the sea.
Where the non-believers,
Go beyond belief.
Then I scratched the surface,
In the mouth of hell.
Running out of service,
In the blood I fell."

Being a murderous bitch was so lonely. There was only one person she could truly confide in, one person Dwyn could trust with anything. And right now that person had a girlfriend and was probably being tortured by some vengeful PeaceKeeper with a hatred for everything Lower District. Normally that was an inconvenience that Dwyn was forced to put up with. Now it was miserable.

It was all because of that damn, accursed dream. It wasn't an unpleasant dream, not at all. Those she had almost every night, those she could handle. No. Instead Dwyn had dreamed of having a family, of having a place where she belonged. Her dream was happy. When the sun had streamed through the grimy windows of the orphanage, the 16 year old girl had woken up with feelings of moroseness, sorrow and anger.

Her careless life style had caught up with her and now she was paying for it. She had left the lonely building at a dead run, shoving people viciously out of her way. Direction didn't matter too her, nothing did at that point. Just the feelings inside and the terrible, terrible tears threatening to overflow, threatening to announce Dwyn's vulnerability to the world. She couldn't have that, not ever.

There was only one thing to do. She quickly nabbed a large bottle of some alcoholic drink, ignoring everyone around her and then she bolted for the forest, cursing at the world. She was over the fence and into the forest, her sudden despair threatening to overwhelm her. Her feet carried her deep into the trees, branches and thorns tearing her clothes, leaves catching in her short blonde hair.

And then, when Dwyn was helplessly lost, she stopped and collapsed onto the ground. Her chest was heaving in an attempt to breath and fight off the sobs that threatened to break free at the same time. There was no way in hell that Dwyn would cry, there was no way she would stoop that low. She didn't cry, not when the body of some victim of hers lay at her feet, not after she'd sold her body for two bottles of drink and a cheap dagger, not when Flight had been taken from her, locked up in shackles and led away for god knows how long.

So then, why was she crying now? It didn't make any sense, nothing made any sense and so Dwyn attempted to drink away her sorrows. The bottle was lifted to her lips and the burning liquid was strangely comforting as it slid too easily down her throat. She took another gulp, and then another. And then the bottle was empty, she had only a slight buzz to show for it. In desperate frustration a cry escapes and she chucks the bottle at a nearby tree, the glass shattering with a loud crash.

This world was cruel, harsh and Dwyn had thought it perfect. It was today, after that wonderful dream, that she discovered how truly wrong she was. Being alone wasn't all she cracked it up to be, having someone, maybe even more than one person, was something she'd never had. And now she'd realized how terrible that really was. It was a horrible thing, a sadness stronger than she had ever felt before. It made the tears slide down her cheeks, the sobs escape her. And that accounted for the anger. Weak wasn't a word anyone would use to describe the girl curled up on the forest floor. And this, the crying, even the drinking, was a sign of that. Wasn't it?

Dwyn wasn't sure, she didn't have an answer. She didn't know anything, not right now. And so she curled up against a tree, wishing with all her might that she'd managed to snatch another bottle of drink, something to drown out everything. Something to make her forget, to make her fall asleep, make her go back to that dream. But she didn't and so she was stuck in the forest, awake and in despair. What a terrible, lonely thing.

As wet tears slid down her face and the occasional whine, Dwyn sat staring at nothing. The forest was silent, almost as if the animals were avoiding Dwyn. That was fine with her, just less beings to see her like this. Her position hid the daggers hanging from her belt, hid the only things she felt were truly her prized possessions. They were the things that had stuck with her through thick and thin, protecting from every threat she could've imagined. Except this. Just another flaw, another chink in her quickly decaying armor. "Great"

I just want to see the light.
I don't want to lost my sight,
I just want to see the light.
I need to know what's worth the fight,

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

((ooc: I hope that this won't contribute to her sadness.))

The trees swayed in the morning winds, whispering their words of guidance to anyone who could hear and was willing to listen. The grass rustled as animals and insects moved through it, whispering of a presence to one another. The birds in the trees grew silent and the grass was silenced as a lone figure stepped carefully through the forest. 

The figure was most definitely male, the broad shoulders and squared jaw giving it away. He was decked from head to toe in black clothes. The black pants were worn and stitched in some places where he had been attacked. His black sleeveless shirt had a recent stitch on it's right side, where a bullet had passed. 

The most interesting thing about this boy was his emerald green eyes. They were hard and calculating, checking over anything that seemed suspicious. A branch, recently broken caught his eye. 

Ghost walked over to the tree and studied the branch. It seemed to be an older branch that splintered on the slightest impact. He looked farther down until he found tracks. Human tracks. He studied them more, recreating what the person had been doing with his mind. Those prints are too small to be a male...young female maybe. She came from the district, not to hunt, but to be alone. She ran north... 

Ghosts analysis went on until he could hear something. A low whine came from behind a few bushes that had been trampled. He turned to the massive oak that was behind him and started to climb. His three weapons knocked against each other and his back as he climbed. 

The light sword was always slung across his back and so was a new addition to his small collection. A firearm that he had effectively named "Scar". His hunting knife still was in his thigh sheath as he would never abandon it. When he thought he had climbed high enough, Ghost glanced down into the small clearing...and his stomach dropped. 

In the clearing was a girl that he knew. Dwyn. They had fought each other the day they had met and teamed up afterwards to scare a girl with a bow. But that girl, who had the fire in her eyes, could not be the same as the one he saw here. It was her though, and he knew it. 

He dropped down a few branches until he was only a few feet above Dwyn, and jumped. He landed behind her silently and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Dwyn. Are you okay?" he asked. 

[~Kayla~]

Well it's enough to make you sick,
To cast a stone and throw a brick,
When the sky is falling down,
It burned your dreams into the ground.

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In retrospect, Dwyn's behavior was absolutely pathetic. She, who'd murdered, raped and pillaged, was now having a melt down in the middle of nowhere, wallowing in self pity while the forest watched with sympathy. And all because of some stupid dream. It was amazing really. She couldn't be broken by weapons or even harsh words. Yet all it took was thinking of what she didn't have and she was reduced to this. It was ironic.

It was then that a gentle hand was laid on her shoulder. The words were said in a familiar voice, one she hadn't heard in quite a while. It brought back memories of a meeting in the forest, where a vicious fight had turned into a kiss. Her arm hurt just thinking about that fight, the only one she'd ever lost. It seemed that Ghost was still as stealthy as his namesake suggested, though at the moment most could've snuck up on her.

He was probably the person she least wanted to see her like this. Ah well, it's not like she could do anything about it. And so she brushed off his hand and stood up shakily. She was more drunk than she'd thought, though at the moment she wanted to be plastered. "I'm fine... just a bit under the weather." Her voice is rough as she speaks.

And then, angrily wiping her face with the back of her hand she looks at Ghost. He was just as she remembered, brown, messy hair and those green eyes. His tattoo was the same as well. And then there's the scar running along his cheek, making his face even more handsome, too her anyways. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, maybe it was because of the fact that Dwyn wasn't herself but she steps up to Ghost and wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder.

She steps back after a few second, a shadow of her usual sly smile on her face. "Sorry." She really wasn't and she was sure he knew that. It was odd, she felt like she'd known Ghost forever, even when they'd only met for one day before. Maybe Flight wasn't her only true friend. Dwyn's head protests and she breifly closes her eyes. She needed something to dull... everything. "You wouldn't happen to have any drink on you? I only snatched one bottle and it's empty." Her eyes flicker unashamedly to the mess of shattered glass.

Well I'm not stoned,
I'm just fucked up.
I got so high I can't stand up,
I'm not cursed 'cause
I've been blessed,
I'm not in love 'cause I'm a mess.

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[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost glanced at Dwyn as she stood up. She was the same as he remembered. The short, jagged blonde hair and her ever-present scar above one of her ice blue eyes. The other scar was there too, running from her elbow to just above her wrist. Her angular cheekbones that meshed well with her hair. But there was something different. Something off. 

"I'm fine...just a bit under the weather. She said as he reached her feet. That's when he noticed it. Her eyes, they didn't have the same look they used to. And there were tear tracks flowing from her eyes. Her posture was crap as well. 

Without warning, she stepped up to him and hugged him around his midsection. Pain rushed to the recently re-bandaged bullet wound that he had sustained in district 4. He gritted his teeth together to keep from crying out. The pain dulled as soon as she let him go. He looked over at her and saw some of the life return to her eyes. "Sorry." she said in a not so innocent voice. 

He smiled at her. Just as mischievous as she had been when they met that fateful day in the forest. He thought back to the fight and him being stupid enough to be hit with a rock. A rock! Of all the things to be hit with in combat, he got hit with a rock! He was about to break out laughing when Dwyn asked him something that he would never expect. 

"You wouldn't happen to have any drink on you? I brought only one bottle and it's empty."

Ghost looked over at Dwyn again. She seemed...out of it. Her eyes had settled on a mess of glass that lay on the forest floor. He looked back at the girl that he had only known for a day. "No...I don't have any alcohol...if that's what you mean by drink." he replied in a steady tone of voice. It took him a while to muster the courage to ask a question that had been nagging at him since she asked about the drink. "Dwyn...what's wrong?"

[~Kayla~]

Dwyn had been told she had a drinking problem, along with other issues. She'd never thought about it, maybe because there had been no one to tell her no, to tell her to stop. Not that she would've listened if anyone had said such things. So when Ghost was almost... cold about it, she was a bit unsettled. That didn't change anything though. She still wanted another bottle. "That's exactly what I meant."

His question was also a bit of a shock, though she should've expected it. Of course there was something wrong with her. She'd been crying just a few seconds ago, something she'd only done a few times in her life. She was a wreck and apparently Ghost had noticed.

"How do I answer?" she asked herself, casting her eyes down at the ground almost ashamedly. "I don't know what's wrong. There is nothing wrong. I just..." She trails off, for once uncertain about what to say. She couldn't really say "I just had this dream of having a family and then I woke up." She'd sound like a loony, like someone who hungered for company.

But isn't that exactly what she wanted at the moment? Someone to just talk too? Oh, her thoughts were all muddled and confused so she gave up with trying to come up with an explanation. Instead her eyes wandered to Ghost and it was then she noticed the bandaged wound on his side. It looked fresh and she'd just hugged him. No wonder he'd been a bit tense.

Like she did in all times of uneasiness Dwyn absently rubs the scar on her arm, putting the new one on her shoulder on show. "It's been hard, that's all. My friend got arrested by PeaceKeepers recently. I don't know when or if she'll be back. I'm pretty sure they've been after me as well." There, that was something to cry over, wasn't it? Not really, not for her but it would have to do. She may not be herself but she was still a good liar.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Dwyn seemed to be having a hard time answering his question. She seemed distracted by another thought. Ghost could tell by the way she rubbed the scar that was on her forearm. He walked over to the shattered glass and pieced the glass together until he could see the label. 

He was almost done when Dwyn answered his question. "It's been hard, that's all. My friend got arrested by PeaceKeepers recently. I don't know when or if she'll be back. I'm pretty sure they've been after me as well." she said in her usual smooth tone of voice. Ghost had seen this happen as well...but he didn't know the kid.

Ghost fitted the last piece together and a smile lit up his face. The bottle wasn't alcohol after all. It was just some weird type of water that tasted like alcohol. He stood up and walked over to Dwyn, getting close enough that he could touch her. "I think I know how to help without the drink." he said as he closed the gap between them. 

He took Dwyn's face and wiped the tear trails that were left on her face away with his thumbs. He looked into this icy blue eyes as he lowered his mouth to hers. He instantly felt the emotion that he had missed on his many adventures away from Nine. He pulled away after a few seconds and smiled. This wasn't one of his half smiles. It was a legitimate happy smile. He released her and looked into her eyes saying the same thing she had said to him almost a month ago as he heard a rustling in the bushes. 

"Just in case that isn't just some harmless hunter."

[~Kayla~]

It was with open curiosity that Dwyn watched Ghost piece together the shattered bottle. His sudden smile when he'd finished didn't help any. She stepped closer, eying what he was looking at. The words on the label were hard to read but told a truth she had been suspicious of. No wonder the stuff hadn't worked. A frown crosses her face as Ghost gets up and walks towards her.

His words cause the confusion to come back just a bit, just enough for her to be caught off guard as he walked up. His hands, surprisingly gentle, sent an odd tingling through Dwyn. And then his lips are on hers and all thoughts are gone, replaced by a rare happiness. Any remnants of her breakdown were gone, wiped away like her tears.

He was pulling away too soon but a smile crossed her face all the same. The fire in her eyes was back, as was her usual mischievous grin. She heard the rustle in the bushes the same time as he did and she turns towards it, flicking out a dagger as he spoke the same words she had. The memory brightens her smile just a bit more.

She was a bit peeved that something had decided to ruin the tender moment but a bit on edge. The PeaceKeepers had been doing a country wide crackdown and she was sure her name was somewhere on the list. The amount of crimes that she had committed were sure to be noticed by at least a few people. They even knew what her and Flight had done that one night. All because of that lady who's family Dwyn had killed. How she hated snitches. "Are you going to have a look, or shall I?" Her voice is teasing, light.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost watched as the Dwyn that he knew returned. That icy cold malice was now present in her eyes that made her so beautiful. Her posture was the one that he had seen the day he met her. And her voice, it had the same teasing tone that it did the day they met. 

"Are you going to have a look, or shall I?" Ghost looked at the bushes where the rustle had come from and unsheathed the sword that he had always carried on his back. The sound of metal on leather rang throughout the forest. Birds flew into the air at the sound from their hiding places on the trees. 

Ghost glanced at Dwyn, his eyes glimmering with a fire that he knew she would only understand. His mouth was contorted into a cocky smirk and his sword held relaxed at his side. "I think it's my turn." he replied in a confident manner. 

He began to walk to the bushes, his feet emitting no noise, when he remembered something. He reached into one of his pockets and brought out two knives. They were beautiful blades. There was more meaning to the knives then that though. 

In his fight with Dwyn, Ghost had bent her two prized knives, one from the head keeper and one from the mayor of Nine. After he had beaten her, he had picked up the knives and had found a metalworker in three that he paid to re-make the knives. 

With little effort, he tossed the knives over the head saying the word, "Catch" over his shoulder as he moved to a tree near the bushes. Then he started his climb.

 ((ooc: seems fine to me. And we even have an order))

[sadniss everdeen]

(OOC: So... I don't know if you want me to post here, but I acquired sudden muse. Go 'head and ignore it if y'all don't want her butting into your private time.)

The sun hurts.

It's a simple fact I've grown to hate, a week after my release from prison. All that time spent in the dim dankness of the cells made sure I got absolutely no sunlight; doing funky things with my eyes. Now whenever I step out into the light stars explode and my brain feels like it's in a pressure cooker, sending sharp shooting pains throughout my head. But I've sworn to try and get back used to it, because I can't spend the rest of my life indoors. Besides, I need to get in shape.

I've lost weight. Even if you didn't know me before, it's visible. They barely fed us and it makes my ribs countable under just a now thin layer of muscle; no longer lean but shifting. My skin is pale to the point of almost being white, and there are dark circles under my eyes. Yet, I'm free. It's a feeling I'd missed profusely, and now I can't believe how easy it is to just walk without the wardens watching you closely.

The forest is bright and green; smelling of wet moss and healthy plants. Feeling ever so slightly like a terminal patient who can finally roam again, the leaves crunch noisily under my feet. Smile. It's been a long time since I've had one of those.

There are voices from up ahead and natural curiosity takes over; my stance drops into a thief's crouch and I make my way to the clearing. Up ahead and through the foliage I spy a familiar head of blond hair, and grin. She's like I remember, though the red-rimmed eyes suggest that she hasn't been well either. I frown, but shift my gaze to the boy with her.

He's large, with a firm jaw and strong eyes. They seem to know each other, if the friendliness is any implication. My thoughts are confirmed when they melt into each other, and I let a little smile creep onto my face. I'm glad she's enjoying herself. I make to leave; I can talk to her another time, but the branch underfoot snaps and I curse under my breath. It'll obviously take practice to get to where I used to be. Instead deciding to show myself so that they don't skewer me, I dissolve into the clearing with a knowing smirk plastered onto my features.

"Well, Dwyn. Found yourself a boytoy in my absence?"

[~Kayla~]

What was with swords these days? Flight had two, Ghost had one. What was so great about them? You sure as hell couldn't throw the things, they were too heavy and awkward. That was why Dwyn kept just her various daggers, all on her person or stashed safely away. They were much better, much more effective. But too each his own...

Ghost's cocky smirk makes Dwyn chuckle. They were quite alike, both confident in their skills, both always up for a fight. It made things interesting. In a lazy gesture she slips the knife back into her belt and leans against a nearby tree, relaxing a bit. She was, however, ready to spring if it was a PeaceKeeper or some such dangerous presence. Not that she didn't have any confidence in Ghost's ability. She just wasn't the type to sit back and watch a friend fight Plus what fun is there watching from the side lines?

She sees the knives just before he throws them and catches them with a dainty grace. Both of them she recognizes with a smile. They were the knives Ghost had bent when they'd met. And now... they were perfectly re-made, better than they'd been when she had them. Her fingers run over the smooth metal and she test their sharpness on her thumb, pleased by the thin lines of blood that appear with the slightest amount of pressure.

She looks up, her grin one of thanks and an almost childish delight, only to see Ghost up a tree and Flight in the clearing

"Well, Dwyn. Found yourself a boytoy in my absence?"

Two reunions in one day? The day she was feeling absurdly lonely? What are the odds? Dwyn's eyes flash as she steps towards her friend, still holding her newly prized daggers. And then her arms are around Flight, now in a purely friendly way. "Took you long enough to show your sorry face." she murmurs into Flight's ear before she steps back.

Flight's lost weight and her skin was a gruesome pale. Obviously thanks to her recent stay in the Detention Center. A slight shiver passes up Dwyn's spine at the thought of going there herself. And then she notices the injury on Flight's wrist, a gruesome hole. It almost looked like... someone had bitten her. A smile and a shake of Dwyn's head follows. "I never took you for the sadistic type."

Then she remembers Ghost in the tree and looks up to him. "It's fine. She's a friend." To Flight she glares. "Boytoy? And who is it that has a girlfriend but's probably still kissing anyone she can get her hands on?" Her voice is falsely motherly, joking.

((OOC- That post is a bit all over the place. sorry This post is 444 words long. Isn't that funny?))

[sadniss everdeen]

As soon as she sees me and her eyes flash in the way I remember well, I can't help but let a large grin slide onto my face. I've missed her. She steps up and puts her arms around me, and I contentedly return the embrace. I cringe slightly when the pressure on my cracked ribs makes them burn, but I don't complain. I'm just too happy seeing her again. When she whispers I give a slight shrug and smile, responding.

"Sorry about that, I had a hell of a time calming Kaya down."

She steps back and I see her appraising me, I'm now uncomfortably aware of how skinny I am now. My bones are visible in some places, with a sharper collarbone and gaunt eyes. Dammit, I need to eat.

"Never took you for the sadistic type." With a glance down at my wrist that was healing fairly nicely considering the brutal chunk he took out of me, I scoff, meeting her eyes with an amused gaze.

"Probably because we were always too drunk for it to really come out. Besides, this wasn't from sex. It was, ah, an offering of sorts." A thundercloud momentarily passes over my features at the thought of Trace in the arena, but I shake it off wearily and rub at a tired eye.

Glancing up at the boy in a tree, I arch an eyebrow at him when he stays up despite the fact that we've already distinguished that I'm no threat. Not in this state, anyway."Boytoy? And who is it that has a girlfriend but's probably still kissing anyone she can get her hands on?"

"Psh," I snort, slinging a slight arm around her frame. Though I'm now bones, atleast I'm still towering over her. "I reserve that privilege for you, sweetheart." A wink, and the easy grin comes back on my face. Seems she's in as great spirits as ever. Wonder how long it'll take before we do a round around the town (much more careful, this time) for sake of fun? I could sure use some.

"Though it seems no more. Shame, too. My nympho status has been cruelly stripped away in the past month or so." And then I bump her hip, motioning with waggling eyebrows and a sly grin at the wanderer that's currently watching. I'd have to grill her on that later. "Regardless, introduce me to your friend." The last word is said in a rumbling purr that vibrates through my whole body, undoubtedly passing through her skin where the meaning is clear.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost watched from his perch as the person stepped into the clearing. It was a girl, most likely 19 or 20, with black hair. He was about to attack when the girl glanced up at him. Two yellow orbs stared from her thin and bony face. He looked closer. It seemed that she had been malnourished for almost a month. Her ribs showed and her hips were unusually defined. 

He had heard of this girl before, from another friend that he hadn't seen in a long time from Nine. The name was the only thing he could remember from the conversation. The girl's name had once been Tammy, but she had renamed herself Flight and had gone crazy. A certain red haired friend needed to work with her on a mission that had been compromised. 

His thoughts found their way back to the present right as Dwyn went up and embraced her. This is her friend?! Ghost thought as he watched their little conversation. He tried to remember everything that Jones had said about Flight. One thought lingered on his mind as Flight bumped her hip against Dwyn's and gave him a sly smile and the "eyebrows". Shit! She's a lesbian! he thought, anger slowly building up within himself.

Ghost had been gone for three months...three months! He looked at Dwyn and hoped that she hadn't been violated somehow by this...monster. He gripped the trunk of the tree in frustration and felt something give. His eyes widened as he scrambled for another hold, but knew it was futile. SHIT! 

He was only ten feet above the ground, but the soil wasn't exactly that soft. He landed on his back, the air leaving his lungs as quickly as one of the hovercraft could appear. He got shakily to his feet, the world tilting as he did so. He propped himself up against a tree and breathed in and out for a few minutes. 

When he had finally gained enough air back to think, he introduced himself to the new girl. "My name is Ghost." he growled, "No need to introduce yourself Flight...or should I say, Tammy?" There was a triumphant look in his green eyes that Dwyn understood, but Flight wouldn't. It was a look that said I won bitch. You don't forget that.

((ooc: I think we should have an order.))

[~Kayla~]

Flight's double meanings are easily picked up by Dwyn. It was evident that she would, one day soon no doubt, be in for an interrogation of her own. It wasn't something she was going to look forward too. Divulging information wasn't something she preferred doing, not even if it was about someone else.

She's about to speak when Ghost falls out of the tree, seemingly stunned. She untangles herself from Flight and steps forwards, a smirk written on her face. Obviously he'd picked up on Flight's orientation. It seemed she'd have to keep the last two meetings with her dearest friend a secret. Well, at least parts of them.

Ghost's venomous words confirm Dwyn's suspicions and her eyebrow raises when he reveals he knows who Flight was. "I didn't know her real name was Tammy." She glances at Flight, deciding that Flight fit much, much better. But the triumphant glint in Ghost's eyes catch hers.

Dwyn had never thought someone would feel threatened by someone else over her. It was an oddly gratifying feeling. She didn't, however want these two fighting. Just to make sure everyone knew where they stood she walks over to Ghost, picking up the sword he dropped in the fall, handing it gently to him. "Be nice, the both of you." Her voice is still teasing, but there's an edge to it as well.

She didn't want her two worlds separated but she would if she had to. Maybe, through the ice in her eyes, they'd get the message. She'd hate to have to knock some heads if they didn't, though she was dying to test her skills against Ghost's again. And Flight's. It'd been an awfully long time since she'd last had a real brawl...

((OOC- Sorry it's short. Muse block.))

[sadniss everdeen]

An eyebrow arches as he slips and falls from the tree, temporarily stunned. Stars seem to dance in front of his eyes for a second but then he gets up, almost immediately shooting a dirty glance in my direction. I frown. The air is tense between us. Wonder what I did... not anything obscene yet I don't think.

My eyes narrow dangerously as that old name slips from him. I see Dwyn glance at me in puzzlement out of the corner of her eye, and my lips draw back into a menacing snarl. From the two months of solitude I've perfected the wild animal approach since most guards decided that was what I looked like.

"Tammy is dead." I hiss angrily, my fingers twitching with the urge to curl them into fists. Instead, they form loose claws. I know I'll lose if I try to fight as I am now, but I'll certainly go down trying. Nobody but Kaya speaks that name without getting yelled at. "She died the moment those doctors touched her."

Trying to reign in my temper my tongue traces over my teeth, and a low clicking noise begins in the back of my throat. It's a sign of agitation; Dwyn might recognize it. I do it without thinking when I feel a fight coming on.

Dwyn tries to calm us down and I'm grateful - keeping a lid on my anger is difficult. Recently there's been nothing but a distant, molten ball of rage that is brewing deep within my chest. It hums an angered lullaby that I can't block out no matter how hard I try to smash my hands over my ears. At first it was good in the cells; having no food meant painful boredom. The song helped pull me into dreams. But as the days dragged on in that hellhole the melody turned warped and distorted, granting me nightmares that were worse than the usual ones. Perhaps it was my solitude that drove me close to the edge, but once Trace went... well. Things went downhill.

I regard him, baring my teeth in a feral grin that looks eerily like a challenge. "Jealous that I've done things with her, touched her?" I growl, my face twisting up into a cruel sneer. "Don't be like that, Ghost." The look in his eyes is recognizable. He's protective, and doesn't want me near her. Probably heard all the rumors - blowing things out of proportion like they always do.

After a while, guards aren't so great to annoy. You suddenly realize there's no more food coming in. This'll be fun.

(OOC: How about you, Kayla, me?)

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost leaned back with a sneer on his face as Flight seemed to change into some wild animal. He watched her as she growled some words at him, his face contorting into an amused grin. That was when Dwyn stepped between them. 

Her voice had the edge that he had heard the first time he had met her. Her posture was calm but tense at the same time and her icy blue eyes were hard and demanding. Don't get any ideas they said in Ghost's mind as Dwyn handed him his blade that he had dropped. 

Ghost looked back at Flight and sighed. He would fight her another day...for now, he would annoy her with words. He sheathed the sword in one quick fluid motion. He wanted desperately to beat Flight in a fight, but there wasn't much he could do with Dwyn there. 

So, he did the next best thing. "Jones said that you might act like this if I ever met you. He also told me about the mission that he was on with you and that despite the rumors...you could be trusted." he said hoping that she would take the bait and mellow down a bit.