Escaping (Open!!)

[district7girl]

"Evanessi Civinge! Get over here, now!" Her mother screamed, her voice dripping with disgust. Evan silently slipped into the room. She stared at her mother. The dark hair, the cold green eyes, the attempted motherly outfit: a pale blue dress, it was all useless: Evan could never see her as a motherly figure. "It's Evan." Evan said quietly yet firmly. "That silly old name? No!" Her mother's voice sounded as if it was trying to mimic the ridiculous Capitol accent. "Whatever. Why do you want me?" Evan's cold, unforgiving voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. "Your father and I have decided you can't go to the woods anymore." Evan didnt miss a beat. "And? Since when do I care what you decide?" Silence while each thought of a comeback to the other's words. "Whenever you decide to start to actually act like a loving daughter like you are, you can go. " Evan smiled. "And why would I put on an act? Why would I lie?" With that she spun and ran out the door.
She ran as fast as she could, and she snatched a piece of bread from the baker. Oh well. You can punish me, she thought, If you can catch me. She ran down the street, not paying attention. She grabbed an apple from a table selling various fruits. She started to stroll, when someone came up and grabbed her. Instinctively, she turned around and punched the grabber. She pushed away her short red hair which she had recently chopped off carelessly. She finally looked at the person she'd just punched in the eye. She gazed up at the face. She immediately regretted what she'd just done. (OOC:In case you were wondering, the person can be a girl or boy. I left it open. )

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[th][cs=0][rs=0][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,200] [bg=3e4160] d a n c i n g . o v e r . t h e . r a i n b o w a d a l i e . f e i t h I ran up to the girl, she had just stolen an apple, was it really my job to tell the girl what to do? Probably not. Still, people like her couldn't go unnoticed in this world. My eyes scanned the clearing once more, a sure look on my face as I looked for the girl, someone who was similar looking to everyone. I finally found her though, not wasting any time before racing up to her. Reaching out with my right hand, I grasped her shoulder a bit more firm then was intended. I could feel her bones shifting to send the message to her brain that I was there. Maybe her brain was a bit faster then mine was because before a second, I was punched in the face. That was surely unexpected. It hut for sure, this girl obviously had some strength in her. More then once again, I did for sure. I could feel the impact on my face, the red probably taking over my porcelain colored skin. The force that hit my icy colored eye, the one that was impossible to see out of. It as a wrong feeling, still I stood up to her, my hand firmly on my hips though my voice came out a bit smaller than expected. I had always been a shy person trapped in my own world. "You just stole that, miss." Gosh, I sounded so unsure of myself, I was terrible. Was I going insane now. No, forget that, the doctors had already confirmed that yeah, I was a bit messed up in the brain. Still, you could just hint what I wanted to say. I hoped that the girl had gotten the message fine enough.

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[district7girl]

"And? What do I care?" Evan's expression changed when she saw the girl. "What are you going to do to me? I didn't mean to, really." She started breathing hard. "I didn't, I d-d-didn't know stealing was punishable!" Evan knew it was stupid, but it was all she had. The girl stared at her. Evan bit her lip. "Please don't kill me." Evan whispered pathetically. Tears were running down her face. "I didn't mean it," She pleaded when the girl grabbed her wrist.

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[th][cs=0][rs=0][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,200] [bg=3e4160] d a n c i n g . o v e r . t h e . r a i n b o w a d a l i e . f e i t h "Why would I even think of killing you,"The words escaped me before I knew that I had said them. This girl obviously had hardly any knowledge of how things worked. Maybe I just happened to looked like a peacekeeper or something. I could turn her in to one of them, but really, what would that do. It would just cause more bloodshed over a simple piece of food. It truly wasn't worth it.

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[Jack Lexington]

They are standing way too close to my hiding spot and are both attracting way too much attention for my taste.
Reaching for one of their legs from my spot behind the pile of wood I whisper. "Would you keep it down, you two?"
Nobody is supposed to know where I am right now and by the looks of it these two have just attracted the attention of a peace keeper who is coming towards them.
The uniformed man studies them for a moment then passes by but keeps casting glance back at them. Suddenly he turns around and I can feel the hair on my arms stand up. Does he know where I am? Wiping at my nose I wonder whether it's bleeding. It feels a little wet and sure enough my hand comes back bloody so press my nostrils together with my thumb and index finger and hope for the best.
He stops just in front of my hide out where the two girls are standing.
"Stop staring at me. Why are you so nervous?" His eyes scan them but he asks. "Have you two seen the guys who were fighting in the square?"

I swear my heart skips a beat when I pull my left hand away from the dark haired girls leg and behind the wood pile where I sit holding my breath.

[district7girl]

Evan let out a sigh of relief, but then lost that relief when a pace keeper started to head their way. Evan glanced at the boy behind the wood. "No, we havent seen any boys. Except, maybe that tablemaker's son, or..." Evan trailed off, tring to make the peace keeper leave. But he refused to go. He started to look around suspiciously, until his eyes fell on the pile of wood that was sheltering the boy. "Oh, um, I think I saw a... something, oh! Look! A fight!"Eb=van pointed into an abstract place, hoping the boy would run while the peacekeeper was distracted.

[Jack Lexington]

Is there really a fight or is she trying to buy me some time? From my position on the ground I can't tell but I'll take my chance and run.
Unfortunately the peace keeper, who is now joined by a second one, is only distracted for a moment and soon notice me sprinting away.

Pointing their fingers at the girl they shout . "Stay!"

Before I know it they have taken up pursuit and are getting closer. Damn, those bastards are well trained.
I run as fast as my legs are carrying and hope with everything I have they aren't carrying those aweful tasers. If they catch me they won't kill me but I'm not looking forward to whatever punishment they have in store.

The market square lies ahead and I jump across the first stand, which gives me some advantage but get my foot caught on the second one and land face first in the dirt.
I can feel their icy grip on my arms as they haul me to my feet and brutally twist my arms onto my back almost dislocating my left elbow. It hurts so I try to struggle away which earns me a punch in the head.
"Calm down, trouble maker they tell me. Then drag me all the way back to the girl.

To my surprise she stayed put and is now getting a verbal spanking. "What are you thinking, little girl. Why are you helping him? lying to us. We'll teach you a lesson." The second one grips her even though I object that she has nothing to do with me.

[district7girl]

Evan tried to send him the message to 'stop it, I can handle it', but it doesnt work. "I-I-I-stop!" The peacekeepers look up, startled by the small girls fierceness. "I'll tell my father on you if you dot let me go!" They snicker. "Oh, and who's your father little girl?" Evan takes in a deep breath. "Gorga Civinge." The peacekeepers stop in their tacks. Out of the corner of her eye, Evan can see the boy's jaw drop. "You're Evanessi Civinge!" One of the peacekeepers cries in disbelief. "Yes," Evan sighs. "Are you going to let us go now?" She said in a somewhat overpowering voice. "You wish! Now, we're not gonna let you go! A Civinge, helping a criminal. Disgusting!" The leader of the peacekeeepers shakes his head as he pulls Evan roughly by the arm, digging his sharp nails into her skin. "Let us go!" She cried, but the boy shook his head.