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[Naya]

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But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And it feels so rough

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Poseidon sighed. It was his turn to do dishes at the community home. He was terrible at doing them… he usually made an excuse or even left before it was his time to do dishes, but he didn’t feel like going out today. Poseidon just felt like… nothing, particularly. No doctor would even consider using a instrument washed by Poseidon. The water was boiling hot. The community home never received hot water, but instead boiled their water so it would be hot for dishes and bathing when the kids were in desperate need of it. From either playing in it (mostly the younger kids) or even falling in the mud on a raining day. Either way, it was too expensive for the community home to pay for. When dishes needed to be done, there were particularly a lot to do with all the kids… and they usually use multiple pots and pans that weren’t needed in a regular household. Poseidon felt the soapy water… it reminded him of swimming on a hot summer’s day. He would be all alone… free from the kids and the group… to think of his own needs, to think of what was on his mind. One more pot, Poseidon His mind encouraged him to go on, but the negative side of his brain was saying, plus 4 more plates. Negative, or positive. Which should he listen to?

He scraped the residue off of the pot so hard he thought he might break it. This is what sucked about being one of the older children at the community home. Always having to do dishes, always helping the kids with school (even though they didn’t do well at it, either), making sure they don’t get into any trouble, it was a hassle. Come on, one more dish, one more dish. Then you can be free of this mad house and go swimming. It was technically trespassing, because the pond that he always went to was on someone’s property, or his father’s old home. But, he doubt the new owners even knew their property went back that far, considering it was covered in trees. Poseidon had shown the group it a couple of times, but there were so many twists and turns to get there they had probably forgotten it by now.

Done! His brain mentally said, as he drained the water and threw the soapy sponge in the sink.“Thank god.” He muttered under his breath, and ran to the door. When he opened it, he heard a familiar voice. "Where do you think you're going?" It was Celia. She was walking down the stairs, her red hair in a bow tie and wearing her usual attire: way to small shorts, and a red, plaided shirt. Poseidon swore, she never changed out of it. He wouldn’t be surprised if she actually SLEPT in them. “Ah, just going to run a few errands.” He lied. That was a talent he had, he was surprisingly good at lying and telling stories. “Did you finish the dishes yet?” She raised an eyebrow and looked at him, as if she could tell he was not going to run errands. Celia was good at doing that sort of thing. He nodded, and ran out the door. “Finally!” He smirked, and went down a path. It didn’t even look like a path. In fact, it wasn’t. Poseidon made it, and it led to another path. Which led down to 2 paths, in two different directions. Go left, and you should be able to find it. By this time, he was running down that last path. The lake was in sight, and he smirked, peeling off his shirt. He undid the belt to his jeans, and let the pants slide down his legs, revealing his white boxers. He usually swam like this. It was no big deal. Unless, someone saw him. To make it more narrow, Aphrodite. That was the girl Poseidon had a crush on. It was for her beauty, of course. She was amazing. Everyone knows that, but herself. But if she found Poseidon swimming in his boxers, he would for sure be embarrassed, as she would probably tease him for life about it.

He dived into the lake. It was deep, of course. The cool water touched his skin, and made him sigh in relief. This was his world. Nobody could ever, ever ruin it. Until, he heard a twig snapped. It made him twist around, looking at the direction of the sound. He couldn’t see them. “Hello…?” He whispered. Hopefully it was just his imagination. If he got caught… he didn’t know what he would do. He flapped his arms to keep him up. Shrugging it off, he continued to float himself on top of the water, doing whatever he wanted to.

[chuman !?]

Phoetine Chevalier

<sub>It hadn't been the same since her brother had died. Whenever she woke up in the morning, rather than hearing her elder brother's laughter, she heard the clanking of the dirty dishes in the sink. She wanted to cry-and she did for some while. But, for the most part, it was the best to leave her family be; to give them some time to mourn. It had been a while though, and Phoetine had no idea what to do about it. Nowadays, instead of working in the shop, she would bring her crochet kit out to the lake and sew the bright capitol colors into socks or scarves for the upcoming season.

Sighing to herself, she made her way out of the two-story wooden cabin her family lived in, listening to the creaking floorboards as the suckle-scented air filled her nostrils. Taking a deep breath, Phoetine stepped onto the red brick path, following it into the forestry areas, where she would come to the stream. Staring down towards the ground, the buckles on her worn shoes clanked at the hit the bricks, and the leaves crumbled under feet. The spine-chilling sounds of the tide could be heard not too far down, where the breeze began to cool. Nearing towards the river, to where she could see it in full sight, she spotted the blue jeans on the shore. Tilting her head slightly, she wondered aloud. "What the..." Glancing around, she didn't notice to tall man the was underwater, unknown to her. Shrugging her petite shoulder, the brunette threw her kit on the ground, surrounded by a wooden box her mother had helped build with the help of her uncle. Huffing slightly as the sand flew into the air around her, she fell into the sand, landing on her butt. She couldn't helped but get captured in the beauty of the ocean-the blue skies overriding the crystal clear waters. The smell and sight of the breeze could be seen as the oak trees shook with the excitement of the beautiful day.

A smile graced Phoetine's lips. Maybe this is what her family needed to heal-a day to be happier.</sub>

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

I settled down a twisted up frown
Disguised as a smile, well
You would have never known

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Not that she had been trespassing or anything..

But, really, who was she kidding? She had been trespassing.

Still, the waters were comfortably cool in the sun, and Ravena wasn't exactly clean or anything, sleeping out on the streets or in whatever shelter she could find. Her clothes had long since been covered in dust and dirt, and so were the layers of her skin that were tough and raw when she touched her fingertips to them. And her fingernails, ha! The Capitol people would slaughter her before they would ever let her walk their perfectly paved streets. Compared to their extravagance and wealth, she was dirt and rags. Who the hell cared if she cleaned off in somebody else's pond? Whether she cleaned herself up or let herself wither, more than likely someone would always have something to say about it. You're doing everything wrong! Well, fuck them – she had no other option.

A small smile crept up onto her face. She hadn't removed any of her clothes in fear of losing them somehow (and perhaps in the fear of seeing her starved form, bones sticking out in places where they shouldn't be visible), and they weighed her down as she floated on her back. Sunlight filtered in through the treetops, she could see. Shadows passed over her wherever she moved. More than anything else, she tried to ignore the obvious trail of mud and dust falling off of her clothes and hair as she moved slowly around. It looked pitiful – she hated pitiful.

Noises from the path startled her, forced her off her steady balance as her feet splashed frantically around underwater in a search for steady earth. Nothing stabled her, so she did her best to remain silent, still. Ravena held her breath as a form emerged from the forest, a boy she didn't know. And then she sunk underwater, hiding herself underneath the surface.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. She wanted to breath already – how pathetic was that? Six. Seven. Lord, she felt pathetic. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Her toes wiggled silently through the murky water, as if it would calm her. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. She wanted to come up for air. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Soon she would have to.. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-

Something snapped something to the right of her, and quiet words barely registered beneath the water. Panic hit her, bringing rapid heartbeats and the need for breath. She waited. And waited. And waited some more. Twenty-two. Twenty-three.

And then she had to breath.

Emerging from the water, she wasn't quite gasping for air, but not quite calm about the fact either. Her eyes skimmed quickly the surface of the water, and there was a boy. She couldn't quite see him, not with the water dripping down her face, but she knew what she had to do. She allowed her face to contort, her breathing to remain quick.

Time to put on a show.

For a second she pondered swimming over to him, then wondered if she could even get away with her lie. But no, staying in the water would make her vulnerable. As she got closer to the shore, her vision cleared. He looked strong enough – stronger than her, at least, because that wasn't much of a feat for anyone – and she wasn't about to confront anybody with the possibility of drowining so near. But then.. there was another figure on the shore. Eyes wide, it occurred to her that perhaps she had been caught by an entire family, and now she would have to run. But no – it wasn't possible. The show had to continue.

Her feet met the bottom of the shallows, and she raised herself up, dripping but beaming with a forced dignity, head high, chin up, eyes unblinking and furious.

”You two. Get out – you're trespassing on my property.”

Big words for an eighteen-year old, but perhaps she looked older. Perhaps her face looked sunken, despite the fire in her eyes and the expression on her face. She could pass for older, she told herself. A land owner. They could be trespassers too.

Water trickled down her arms and legs, wet hair still stuck to her face, and her clothes looked torn and (still) unclean.

But for the life of her, she forced herself to become something more in a grand show.

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[chuman !?]

Phoetine Chevalier

<sub>Hearing the rustling of the trees behind her, she quickly glanced behind her to find nothing. Chewing on her chapped lips, the fifteen-year-old turned back to her crocheting kit, quickly ordering the thread and yarn into neat piles based on color. Blue or green? she asked herself, tilting her head slightly. What happened next, the district nine member wasn't prepared for. 'You two. Get out – you're trespassing on my property.' Flashing her eyes towards the bone-thin individual, she raised her eyebrows. "You're property? This is the free land of district nine; I'm free to come and go as I please," she explained, suddenly catching the other part of her sentence. You two? she thought, her eyebrows scrunching together. She then remembered the pants on the shore. Someone must have been swimming.

Standing onto her feet, the loose skirt fell to her feet blew with the stream breeze. "Don't think I don't know who you are, Ravena. The other children at school always gossip about how you stick out like a sore thumb - kid of how they discuss me," she expanded, making it known that she was neutral with the visitor to the stream. "Anyways, what makes you think it's alright to bother me during my sewing? I made half of the clothing that cover your body at this very moment!" she demanded, her short temper showing itself.

ooc } sorry for the shortness - I'm in the middle of something.</sub>

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[Naya]

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But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And it feels so rough

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Relaxation. Peacefulness. Tranquility. Loneliness. Those were some of the words that ran in Poseidon’s head. He did a couple of back strokes, his muscles tensing and tightening as his arms hit the water rapidly creating mini signals to all the life below him. He wondered what it was like to be a fish - to feel what scales felt on his skin (he would probably hate it with a passion, but when you were a fish, you couldn’t really do anything about it, right?) The way their little bodies managed to go at great speed, while he was much larger and stronger yet the fish would beat him in a race by a landslide. His science teacher would probably know. Most likely, she explained it multiple times already but Poseidon isn’t really the one to pay attention in class.

He popped back underwater. He was strange - he kept his eyes open while underwater, unlike most people who didn’t like to explore other worlds. It gives him ideas for stories, myths, anything. The group, the mythology group to be exact, enjoy the stories dearly, especially the younger ones. The ones, who could not understand the story that actually lies beneath it. His eyes bulged open as he swore he saw a pair of two, tiny legs floating in the water. He held his breathe more, until he realized he would die if he held it anymore then he already was. He quickly emerged up, to investigate. Nobody was there. It was his imagination. He shrugged it off, and continued floating solemnly on the surface of the cool water.

That’s when something happened. He thought he was alone, but evidently, Poseidon wasn’t. A tiny head emerged from the water, and the figure obviously was down there for a while. It scared the living wits out of Poseidon, even though he wasn’t scared that easily. For a second, Poseidon thought it was a living horror movie, where the zombie bride suddenly emerges from the water looking as deadly as ever, and then running after you with an axe or a gun, or any weapon. But, as soon as he realized it was just a girl, he sighed in relief. Just a girl, he said to himself, almost out loud. No need to be afraid. You’re such a wimp. The pacifist self said, almost scolded, in his mind.

“You two. Get out - you’re trespassing on my property.” She ordered. You two? There was two of them? Guess he wasn’t that lonely, after all. All Poseidon wanted was to be alone. To get out of the madhouse they call a community home. But, of course, loneliness wasn’t something just handed over Poseidon. How did he get it? That’s what he was wondering. He just flapped his arms to keep him afloat, staring blank faced at the girl, in shock. Trespassing. He was caught, red handed. His attention went back from that to the fact that she said the two of you. He snapped around, trying to find the mystery person who was also in the company of 3.

And there he found it, a girl looking just as blank faced as Poseidon did. He just watched her, as she spewed angry words at the girl. Apparently, according to the girl with the short temper, her name was Ravena, she had a reputation and she was good at lying. Just as Poseidon was. As she finally ended, he also knew the short-tempered girl was in the textiles business, as most of the District was. He finally got up the nerve to say something. But he didn’t know what. He couldn’t just say, “Yeah!” and agree with the short-tempered girl. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he believed her. He needed something snappy, something that flowed, something like,
“You stayed under there for a while. Good job.” He sarcastically sneared, and clapped very slowly. He did some over strokes to get back to the shore, but then realizing he was still in his boxers. Aw, what the heck. What did they care? He reached the shallow end and climbed up onto the grassy ground, sitting down. He felt like he was going to be here for a while, why not make himself comfortable?

Ravena looked like a cunning and sly girl. Kind of similar to Poseidon. But he knew, they couldn’t, and wouldn’t, ever be friends. Not that he wanted a new friend, either.

[chuman !?]

Phoetine Chevalier

<sub>Hearing the sound of splashing water coming from behind her, she whirled her head around, her eyes narrowing at the blank-faced boy. Turning her head back to Ravena, she sighed. When the boy began speaking, she sneered, growling slightly. She squeezed her calloused hands around the needle, feeling the tip puncturing her skin. She didn't care - she wasn't in a good mood today, especially because of the accusing girl and the wordless boy.

Glaring towards the trees behind the girl, she wondered why in the world they would accuse her of trespassing. Suddenly a thought broke through her mind. This was her family's property! She visited it much to often to realize that or even remember it, but now that she thought about it, her father bought it for a cheap price in exchange for all the male clothes in the shop. Snapping around, she narrowed her eyes, watching him climb to the short in nothing but his underw- boxers. "Do you have any shame?" she accused, motioning her hands towards him. "There are these things called clothes. Learn how to wear them!" she snapped once again.</sub>

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

I had it all but not what I wanted
cause hope for me was a place uncharted
And overgrown

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Rage hit her almost immediately as she set her hands on her bony hips, holding her nose up so high in the air she could see the clouds in her peripheral vision, an angle so extreme she began to feel like a snob. And this girl in front of her.. hair done up all nice, clean, young, her eyes gazing at Ravena with a blatant glint of disapproval.. she never associated herself with people like that. Not that it was difficult. Clean people didn't tend to associate with the homeless, unless giving them scraps out of pity or something.

"Your property? This is the free land of district eight; I'm free to come and go as I please," the girl said, her eyebrows raised in a look that said it so clearly: what do you think you're doing? Shabby as Ravena was, perhaps she couldn't pass off as respectful after all. Her dark eyes ran over the other girl in slow motion, staring at the details of her braid so intricately crafted, her clothes sewn to the slightest detail, her small stature, her creamy-colored skin with hardly a blemish. Face contorting into a grimace, she tilted her head down and stared the smaller girl in the eyes. People like the braided girl rubbed her the wrong way. She could not be them, as much as she tried to seem otherwise. Ones with homes and families and pretty skin stirred something inside her that was horribly bothersome, a feeling of desire with the bitter edge of reality stabbing her in the gut the moment she started to daydream.

Chapped lips opened to speak, but the braided girl wasn't done. The knife in Ravena's daydream began to twist, and she realized who she was again. Stop acting and get real.

"Don't think I don't know who you are, Ravena. The other children at school always gossip about how you stick out like a sore thumb," the girl pointed out, causing Ravena's eyes to open wide and her heart to skip for a worried moment. "Kind of how they discuss me," the pretty girl added, showing.. what? That they were somehow equal? That she understood? For pity?

Clearly, Ravena Kavieria didn't have any pity to share. But oh, she had something to say. With her cover blown, the only thing she wanted to do was stomp on the braided girl's toes until they broke and bled. Not so pretty anymore!

But the pretty girl wasn't done talking, of course not. Just shut up and let me speak.. she thought, a small smirk pulling up the corners of her lips and touching dead eyes.

"Anyways, what makes you think it's alright to bother me during my sewing? I made half of the clothing that cover your body at this very moment!" And the girl wasn't playing at disapproval anymore, nope, she was done with that. There was a fire in the pretty girl too, and Ravena didn't like that either. The fire was hers, the one thing she could really say she had to keep herself alive and to keep her sane. Without rage and ferocity and lack of cooperation, she would be dead. And what did this girl need? Some free time to sit by the lake and sew?. What a life.

Setting her hands on top of her head and intertwining her fingers, she spun around and then held her arms out in question, shoulders shrugged as her tirade took wing.

"Don't.. don't," she said, moving close to the girl and invading her personal space. "I think I'd rather stick out than be.. " You. "Boring."

"I made half of the clothing that cover your body at this very moment!"

"Which half?" she asked, staring down at the folds of her clothing whose stiches had been worn.

That smirk faded away as another sound, the loud splashing of the boy she saw earlier, came to her ears. She turned as the sound of clapping reached her, along with words of sarcasm.

“You stayed under there for a while. Good job.”

Blatant sarcasm or not, she wasn't sure what to say to that. As if she wasn't ticked off enough, now there was another person to stomp on her. She stared at him quizzically, then at the ripples of the water as they bounced off the edge. A few seconds later, he made his way over to the shore, half-naked and not at all bothered by that fact. Her eyes did not settle on either the pretty girl or the odd boy, as looking at either of them seemed terribly awkward in several respects.

And then the voice of all morality chimed in. "Do you have any shame?" Ravena lifted up her head then, swiveling her gaze between the two. "There are these things called clothes. Learn how to wear them!"

It hardly seemed like the business of a nothing girl, but she couldn't stop herself from breaking out into cold-hearted laughter as she turned to the boy. Sarcastic comment or not, she wasn't about to side with the pretty girl who irked her.

"Aww, you're making her uncomfortable," she laughed, staring at a point past him.

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[Naya]

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But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And it feels so rough

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Poseidon couldn’t do anything… but laugh. It seemed like the girl - who he had to admit, was a lot prettier - was actually being seriously, but Ravena was just being snaky and sarcastic. So, he let it all out, laughing out loud, even if it made him look like a complete fool. Then he realized, he was still in his underwear, right in front of 2 girls. Which snapped his attention down at his boxers. At least they‘re not embarrassing, he thought to himself, trying to get the optimistic side of himself into his brain. Smiling to himself, still not overcome from the laughter, his attention was steered right when the girl - again, the pretty girl (he didn't really care what her real name was) looked obviously disgusted, scolding him for his lack of clothing. She pointed at him, and angrily said, "Do you have any shame?" Poseidon sighed in frustration. I get enough of this crap at the community home, can I at least get a break? He thought, as the girl continued on with your scolding. He just growled to himself, while he listened to what the girl had to say. Not that he cared, though. "There are these things called clothes. Learn how to wear them!"

He didn't really care what other people thought of him. He just rolled his eyes, looking in the other direction. "Aww, you're making her uncomfortable," His head turned back to the female who was still in the water, but looking relaxed. He had to laugh, that was a good comeback. He wasn't angry, not at all. Just a little embarrassed by the fact that he was disturbed during a time he thought he would be alone. "Well, maybe if I knew I was going to have guests, I would've dressed for the occasion!" He snapped, trying hard to wipe the sly grin off of his face. "Besides, who do you think you are? My mother? As you said, it's the free world of District 8." Considering my real mother is dead he thought, reaching nearby to his jeans, fastening them on so he at least was covering half of his body.

He got up, and slowly swiped his shirt. "Buzzkill." He muttered under his breathe, it was all he could think of right now. He could get in serious trouble if one of the two were peacekeepers, because he was technically trespassing. It seemed that's all of the people he met now a days.