One less time to run (OPEN)

[Nyxxa]

:Neima Tademy:


[OOC:Feel free to join in, anyone, and roleplay with me. Minimum word count is 100 unless you're in the middle of talking to another roleplayer.]
Neima sat on the stairs of her three story house, throwing rocks at the sidewalk. "Stupid Capitol. Stupid Careers. Stupid, stupid us." She hated the way Panema was run. Despite the fact her life was perfect - money, family, and friends - she felt alone. It seemed like no one else here cared if 23 of us we're murdered every year. Take that back - forced to murder each other. Is that still murder if its forced?
Yes, she decided, it was still murder.
If we all got together and decided, hey, none of us are gonna kill each other in the arena this year. We'll just sit here, waiting, what would happen? Neima didn't know. She wasn't sure if she wanted to.
A whistle. She heard a whistle. To the left of her. She turned her dark eyes to face a boy about a year older than her or more. He was perhaps 18 or 19. "What do you want?" The boy simply smirked and headed off the in other direction.
Her eyes narrowed into slits. She got up, dusting the crushed bread crumbs, which she had made in anger, off her lap. "Wait a minute!" she yelled. He didn't stop. So, Neima began to chase after the boy. He ran through the city, and it seemed like she would be chasing the boy forever, when something caught her. Neima fell out from under her legs, and her face smacked hard against the cold, black pavement, lined in jewels her District produced. She groaned. Getting up, she dusted the grime from her persian indigo-colored hair. She whipped around, trying to find the boy who seemed to be in a hurry - hiding something, even. He was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, she ended up walking down a lowly lit alleyway. Cliche, and the tiniest bit creepy if you've read enough horror stories. On either side of her were doors. Wooden, metal, gold, and even.. marble. She leaned her back against one of them, not realizing it was there. It creaked open, and she almost fell back into it. Turning around, she looked into the room. It was better lit then the alleyway, at least. Furniture, beautifully embellished with the most expensive jewels and lined in gold and covered in silk sat pushed over all over the room. "Hello?"

[Anna Banana]

Xander was resting in one of his favorite spots. It was out of the way where no one could bother him, or at least he thought so. The door to the room creaked open and jumping from where he sat he drew his sword. There was no wat that this place could have been found. With so many otherr doors to open why was it the door of the house he was in. He saw a face peering in, the face of a girl. Relaxing a little he lowered his sword, but kept his muscles tensed and ready for action.

"Alright, get in here girly, I don't like snoops. Why are you here and how did you come to find this place? I didn't think anyone knew where this place was anymore. Come on get in here, I like to see all of the person I'm angry at."

Yes, it was harsh, but what did he care, he was Xander Thrash greatest Career that ever lived. He wanted this girl to know he was no one to be trifled with. Especially if she was one of those grouchy, irritable Career girls. Sitting down in a couch off to the side he waited for her to enter the house completely so he could get a good look at her.

[Nyxxa]

:Neima Tademy:


Neima, startled, looked at the boy. She wasn't sure if she could trust him or not. She swept her feet around, impatient. "Tell me who you are first, and where we are. I've lived in District 1 for 17 years and never come close to here. What are you doing here?!"Neima picked up a sword lying on the floor, and looked around. There were many more. "And, what are you doing with all these damn swords?!" She began to wander the room even more. Amongst the furniture lay weapons, not only swords, but daggers, bows, axes, tridents, things she couldn't even name.
She turned to a door that was closed. Pulling on the handle, she wasn't surprised it was locked. She didn't care. She kicked it open, and gasped. Hundreds of things, mostly training equipment. From armer, to more weapons, to what looked like capital-designed devices she couldn't identify.
What is this?

[Anna Banana]

Xander couldn't help but laugh. This girl honestly expected him to tell her what his name was. How cute, than she had the nerve to be smashing away at all of his stuff and breaking down a door. What the hell was she thinking breaking down that door? Rising once again he walked over the the door she smashed down and placed himself between her and the room.

"If it's any concern of your my name is Xander. I'm the best Career that District 1 has to offer, no one surpasses me. As for this place, well it's my own personal armory. It used to be a deserted house, long forgotten by much grander houses around the square. I found it must and old, stole some furniture and weapons and here you have it. I affectionatley call it my home away from home because I go here when I want to be alone. Infact I come here when I train alone to, but what does that matter."

He leaned on the doorframe and smiled mockingly at the girl. Now it was her turn to speak, and he wasn't going to let her go without getting some information from her.

[Nyxxa]

:Neima Tademy:


Neima rolls her eyes. "Well Mr. Almighty Career, if you're so amazing, how about you teach me to use this", she pauses to pick up a morning star from the one of the racks. "Because if you're so tough and narcissistic, you should know that the best can not only do but teach." She kicks him in the shin, laughing. That's what all Careers are like. They act all tough and mighty, but when given a challenge they sink right down to your level. She takes a minute to look at the rest. He has several armor sets, and many, many different types of weapons. Whoever originally collect these scares me..

[Anna Banana]

Something about this girl peaked his interest. Not many people had the nerve to challenge him to anything, but this girl did. He could easily snap her in two, but she showed no fear...he liked that. Picking up the morning star he hefted it easily showing off that he could handle it. "If you want me to teach you how to use it than I will. Not like I have anything better than do with my time."

It was also very amusing how she thought her kick would do anything. It felt almost like a pebble was hitting him, it was that pathetic. He glanced at the still open door and got an idea. Grabbing a dagger he threw it at the door, upon impact the door shut. Than with a similar motion he threw a sword creating a lock on the door only he could dispose of. At least now it was just him and the girl, no interruptions as far as he knew.

[Nyxxa]

:Neima Tademy:



Neima whipped her head around to the door she originally fell in the through. The stupid boy had thrown a knife to close it, then locked it with a sword. She laughed meekly and walked over to the door, pulling out the dagger he shut the door with. "Now,... Xander, how about we start with the basics. You can teach me that, right? Or is it too hard teaching a little girl how to throw a dagger?" She dogged over the door she had kicked down, grabbing some armor as well, fitting it tightly over her body. "And since we're now locked in here, we won't have to worry about peacekeepers or that stupid boy I was chasin-" she stopped talking. Maybe it was best if she didn't tell the career idiot he was chasing someone. He'd probably twist her words around and make her seem stupid. That was something careers tended to do. She never understood why.

[Anna Banana]

He was very amused by her reaction to his knife and sword throw. She was part of District 1, but she seemed kind of...wimpy. Maybe it was just his imagination, but still he couldn't help thinking about it. He tried for a pleasant smile, but it probably seemed more synnical. "Sure, I'll teach you the knife throw first, better you start out small than jumping right in. Plus the dagger can be a pretty underrated weapon by some of the more stupid Careers." He purposely ignored her cut off comment. She was obviously chasing someone, but what did he care who it was.

He walked into the room with the broken door and rifled through some of the weapons. Picking up a small leather bound bundle he brought it out and layed it on a table. Untying the cord the bundle unrolled revealing six shining daggers. Picking up one he brought it to her and placed it in her hand. Positioning himself behind her he took her arm gently and raised it above her head. Than with one swift motion swung it downwards, the knife flew out of her hand and it thudded into the wall across from them.

Rather than get that dagger he went to retrieve another one from the bundle. "Okay, let's see you do that now girly. Hold the dagger at it's tip balanced lighly on your fingers. Don't apply pressure to the sides of the blade, but don't hold it to loosely. Once your ready bring your arm up and than down in one easy motion releasing the dagger at about shoulder height." Standing back once more he waited for her to throw the dagger.

[Nyxxa]

:Neima Tademy:


Neima laughed. She could tell by the way he treated her and the way he smiled after she got the dagger from the door she thought he was stupid. Of course, she was actually quite good with weapons, she used to train in the old field. No one went there anymore so she had stolen a knife from her mother and went there to practice. Every day, she would swing away at things, throw it, stab things. One time she sewed up a dummy and practiced with that. By the age she was now, she was more skilled with these things then the boy would of guessed.
She took the dagger he handed her, holding it correctly as he said. Smuggly grinning, she threw it just so it missed him, on purpose. It hit the wall behind him, cracking the smooth texture. Let's see how he responds to that. He'll probably think it was some weak attempt to hit him, though.

[Anna Banana]

Xander knew weapons and he knew when someone was good with them. This girl was putting him on for some reason, but he could rise to her challenge. This time a genuine smile lit up his face, and he laughed. Walking to the dagger she had thrown he placed it with the others in the bundle. Thann he brought the bundle to her, and held it out to her.

"Well, it would seem that you led me on girly. You have skill and more with these knives so I'll give them to you as a gift. No sense in me having them when you're superior to myself, plus I prefer larger weapons. By the way, what's your name, I don't recal hearing that."

Throwing himself backwards onto the couch he took stock of this girl through new eyes. She was slight for a Career, but that obviously bellied an assassins mind. She threw the knife with such ease it was like she didn't think about it at all. This was the most important detail to him, she was a hidden lethal weapon. His interest peaked he spoke again to her. "How about you and I get to know eachother a bit more, starting with your name?"

[Nyxxa]

:Neima Tademy:


Neima smiled with some sort of.... well, it was almost gratitude, but not quite that. She didn't really know. She took the bundle and thanked him. "My names Neima. My last name isn't of your business." She didn't really know what to think of Xander. Usually, you couldn't trust Careers. All the ones she had met just ended up free favors or even something stupid like a date. Who thanks about dates when you're District is starving? Not the smart people, thats for sure.
Neima inspected the knives closer. Unsurprisingly, they were better then any of her mothers. Some were long and sharp while others were short but had spikes on the side. One even had gold lining the handle. Yes, these would do much better then her Mom's dagger. She never did know why her mom carried a dagger.
"Now, anything else you need?"

[Anna Banana]

Neima, so that was her name, she was an odd sort of girl. She hadn't revealed to much to him, so he figured he would try to press her for more information. "Come on Neima, I think the worth of those daggers is worth a bit more information. I'll tell you more about myself when I get more tha just a name. Why do you pretend to have no knowledge of weapons when you obviously do? Why do you seem to resent Careers when you are one yourself? Don't bother denying it I can see it in your eyes, you hate me."

He was very amused by her attitude actually. He couldn't understand her, but he found her amusing. A puzzle he was ready to try andpiece together that's what she was. He was ready to figure her out.

[Nyxxa]

:Neima Tademy:


Neima laughed again. He was so silly. "I am not a Career. Sure, I've thrown weapons as a kid. That's all. Tell me, why would I want to kill anyone? Where does that get me?" She rolled her eyes, toying with a silver dagger. "And, I don't hate you, I hate what you are." Putting the dagger back in the bundle, and carefully placed the bundle into her bag she had bought a couple of years ago.
"And really, what do I have to tell? It's not like i'm a closed door." The only secrets she had to tell were private, and her business only. This Career boy had nothing to do but bother her about her personal problems. Boys, she thought. They want to know everything so they can just use you until you're empty.
Ah, what fun.

[Anna Banana]

"Look Neima, you are a resident of District 1, that means you are a Career. Like it or not you are like me, a Career. As for killing someone leave that to the Games. I see no point to killing someone outside the arena. Maybe knock them around a bit, but never kill them, that's a waste of life. Going back to this, you hate what I am, so you must hate yourself. After all we are not so unlike eachother if you think about it."

Rising from the couch he moved beside her and leaned against the wall. "If your an open book than start reading those pages. I want to see just who you really are, and why you are so full of animosity towards Careers." Crossing his arms he stared her down waiting to hear her latest retort.

[Nyxxa]

:Neima Tademy:


Neima's eyes narrowed into slits. She wasn't sure if she quite liked the boy anymore. The whole thing with him getting into her buisness... well, it was her buiseness for a reason. It didn't involve him and it really shouldn't involve him unless she wanted it to. Which, of course, it didn't, and she had been keeping this very thing so private for years, today wasn't the day she was going to tell anyone, particularly some crazy career boy she had just met. She wasn't even sure if he was trustable - probably not, the way he acted made that fairly obvious. Boys were like mysteries to her - their logic made absolutely no sense to her.
Why does it really matter why she hates careers? And he was wrong, she wasn't one and she would never be on, whether he liked it or not. Being a career meant you trained for the hunger games, tried to get in it for that, and that you almost wanted, no, that you wanted to be in it. But she didn't. Why would she want to be in that goddamn hell?
"Listen, what does it matter to you?" Neima walked out of the armory and sat down on one of the couches. "Stay out of my personal life, thanks."