Blitzkreig [Cass, Blitz!]

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Edamiah lay, staring at the fat grey clouds the swooped overhead. She hated them. She hated how everything in this district was so grey. She hated the coal dust that coated everything, she hated how it stained even her nicest party dress. She hated the fact that she never got to designed the clothes for her seamstress with her friends, because, something else she hated, it seemed that no one except for her family could afford to have their clothes hand-tailored. She hated when small filthy children came into the sweet shop with enough change for one sweet, the size of an acorn, and left half an hour of mopping in their grimy footsteps and finger prints. She hated her stepmother and the way she treated her father, and she hated the way her twin sister was so sickly sweet around her and everyone else. But especially, around her goddamned stepmother, the cow she was. She hated the ragged little birds that fought over every spare crumb in the district, even though they could fly high over the chain link fences and into woods, where, rumor had it, there was endless food. They had access to all this, and yet they still tried to steal bread from the houses of the district inhabitants, who needed it much more. She hated the little kids at school who followed around because they thought she might feel sorry for them and give them a little free candy, and she hated the boys who followed her around because they wanted a little candy of a different variety.

The meadow's half-dead grass prickled under her back, cooling as the sun slipped further and further from vision, from reach. It would be dark soon, but it would be light again in the morning, and even if it wasn't, even if the sun never rose - she wouldn't really care.

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Chase looks up and down the street before crossing as always it was quiet and peaceful no one wanted to distrub it, or everyone was busy, he couldn't remember. He didn't know why, but something was urging him to the meadow, maybe it was because his mother had asked him to. She had asked him to get some daisyies, but Chase was pretty sure that daisies weren't in season at the moment. Yet he found himself heading to the dried up meadow. The grass was brown at first sight, but as you looked closer you could see signs of green and even hints of the bulbs that signaled the startof the flowering season. Chase sighs, his mother was wrong theyhadn't grown yet. He looks up and jumps startled, by the sight of a girl lying on the grass. He walks up to her.

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There were things she liked though. She like her dad, when he was in a good mood, and she wasn't around to cause arguments. She liked her sister, sometimes, when she was being nice. She liked a lot of things to do with nature- watching far away animals through the fence that kept her on the inside. She liked dandelions and daisies and buttercups, and the other weedy flowers that, far under the ground, would soon start poking their heads above the ground, looking for spring. She liked the different stages that sugar candy went though when heated to different temperatures, and she liked the way that only an experienced eye could pick the difference between heated sugar at two fourty and two seventy degrees- something that she had recently learned. That was something else that she liked. Learning. It planted the seed of an idea in her head that maybe there was hope for the future. That was something else she liked. Hope. She knew it was stupid, because if she even made it through the next couple of years without being decapitated by something falling from a crumbling residence or boiled to death in her own sugar-cooking pot, she'd spend the rest of her life burning her fingers in the kitchen of the family sweet shop- and to think, this was one of the best available jobs in the district.

She didn't like people she'd never seen in her life coming up to her when she was daydreaming, however, which is why when this happened to her she sat up abruptly, and greeted the stranger with a short, sharp, pointed syllable.

"What?"

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[cass]

Chase flinches at her tone. To be fair he hadn't even said anything yet. He smiles ather trying to be friendly. "What you doing?" he asks. He was curious as to why she was in the middle of the meadow doing.. nothing. He looks up at the sky as he waits for her reply. The clouds were white and puffy, they held no hint of water. Which pleased Chase, he looks at the different shapes trying to see what they look like, using his imagination. He chuckles to himself as his imagination tells him one of them looks like a rabbit. This was going to be an interesting day.

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He was trying to be friendly. Great. That was just what she wanted. Yet another seedy guy pretending to be friendly so that he could get on her. She couldn't help it that the mask she put on as she awoke every morning was the kind that guys liked to shag. She's spent so long painting it, and now it appeared that there were more flaws than she'd originally thought. Perhaps it was just getting old, as old things fell apart slowly.
Once or twice, she'd let them have their way. She'd let the boys throw her around like a ragdoll, and not once had she felt any little flicker of attraction, of emotion even. Even then, it had only been select guys- boys that she knew would make her seem cool at school if they would show off that they’d done it with her. And even this hadn’t made her feel anything.
This guy wouldn’t do anything for her popularity, and so his presence was certainly not welcome.
“I’m not doing anything that involves you,” she said, her back arched and her eyes peering up at him in disdain.
“So it would be very much appreciated if you could just leave, thanks very much.”
And yet, for some funny reason, she didn’t really sound thankful at all.

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Chase glares at the girl, her words stung, but he wasn't one to back down. He looks at her eyeing her. "I'm not going any where, I have as much right as you do to be here, so if you don't like it, you can leave.. I don't care if you were her first." He says, he knew he was being childish, but he didn't care, he wasn't going to let any girl talk to him like that, no way was that going to happen. Chase plonks down onto the ground beside the girl and waits for a sarcastic or even harsh reply.

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“Oh, piss off,” she said, not caring who he was and what he wanted. She never had much patience, but today there was none at all. “Don’t you have anything better to do than bug a little girl? You’re really creepy, you know that?”

She didn’t give a damn what he felt. Not like she would see him again. She’d rather he returned from where he came from, and she hoped that that was far, far away. Preferably near the Capitol, or maybe in the middle of the ocean.

“Anyhow,” She said, voice childish as it often was, “I was here first.”

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Chase rolls his eyes. "Did you not hear what I said? Or are you as deaf as you are dumb?" He taunts eyeing the girl. He didn't like the way she had talked to him. That was mean. Swearing was a bad habit as well. "You know you shouldn't swear, it can lead to people hating you and or you ending up with no one, because no one likes people who tellthem t piss off, so piss off and leave me alone!" He says sarcastically to the girl. He looks at her in surprise, he realised he didn't evenknow the girls name. "I'm Chase and who the hell are you?"