A public whipping for a rebel(open,Ant)

[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

Kevin-

He grabbed the whip from his locker inside the armory. He attached it to his belt. He went over what he had on him again. He had his gun check. He had his baton incase lethal force was to much. He had all he needed incase something went wrong. He knew it was time to grab that girl who he had brought to the stockades. He hated how he could not interrogate her. He knew he could find out info from her but he had to listen to the boss. He hopped some day that he would be incharge so then he could change that stupid rule and be able to interrogate every person brought into him.

He opened the door into the district square. The weather was nice now. He spoke to himself in a hushed tone, " Hmmm this is a perfect time now for a whipping. It shall be fun. Atleast now the little devil girl will get what she had coming to her." He walked slowly over to the stockades. He could see the girl there. She looked scared but he couldn't tell. But he didn't care at all either. He was doing his job by punishing this girl. A smile slowly came over his face. For some reason he loved the sound of pain on someone else but himself. He open the stockades and grabbed the girl. He grabbed her and dragged her toward the whipping post.

He looked at her again. Trying to see any remorse in the girl's face but he could find nothing. He knew then it must be done. He whispered to the girl, " You scum, this is what you get. A whipping and not a pleasent one. I will make sure it hurts so much that you are near a inch of your life. Also if that doesn't help you then I will make sure to take you to the capital and make you a avox or worse." He hoped that his little shpeel to the girl made her scared cause that was the plan. He grabbed her off the floor and tied her to the whipping post binding her hands to the post and fastening it so it is painfully tight. He moved back looking at his handy work, enjoying his work he undid the whip from his belt. He let it fall down hitting the ground. He looked out into the district one last time before pulling the whip up...

*crack*

The whip his the back of the girl. He could see the mark on the shirt where it had hit her on the back. He pulled the whip up again. He let it go hearing the crack from the whip. He kept going on and on. He yelled at the girl, " Do you enjoy this little rebel. This is what you get for not playing by the rules." He enjoyed the whipping for some reason. Every crack from the whip brought a smile to his face. He looked at the square. He couldn't see well but he swore he saw something in it. But he let it go and went back to whipping the accused rebel.

[anthena427]

Taylor Muncie

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My mind still had not paced itself in such a time frame. One minute I was in the forest with Hunter to now, in a stockade located in District 12.

I shook my head a few times and mourned silently. It irratated me how I could not think! The thought of Hunter wouldn't show. The sweetness of the forest. Nothing! All the good thoughts of life had found it's way into the air and left nothing but darkness. The way my parents had died so many years ago. SliceI cringed at the thought and bit my lip. The weather seemed stormed and heartless. At this moment, I had nothing to live for and life had nothing to offer. Life had gone back to when I was only 5. It was me on the playground alone at school. No one helped me up or smiled at me. The dreamer of meadows, her love, and future had all been lost by this day of the dead.

The peacekeeper barged into the stockade and dragged me out. It was obvious what he planned to do by the yelling and screaming. Make my life hell.. How he would do? I didn't care. Just get the damn thing over and make it quick but I knew he wouldn't do so. I liked the thought though. It was soothing to the mind of a 14 year old girl. My blank expression wouldn't give him a good show and he wouldn't stop till it showed pure horror and desperation. He pulled me to the whipping post and bound my wrists around the posts tightly. It was cutting off my circulation and the area around my wrists were turning white as if were going to fall off at any moment.

At the first crack of the whip I shook slightly as the blood started to pour down my back. I let out a scream of pure torture and of pain. My facial expression really DID turn awful and ghastly. That movement was the worst possible thing I could have done because it shook my arms around along with my wrists which were now puring newly formed blood. If he didn't stop in enough time it was evident I would die. The second time the whip cracked life was gone. I just couldn't stop moving everytime the whip touched me. Turning my head I allowd him to see my face which had turned pale white as if I were some mystical creature like a vampire. His smile made me close my eyes and take the pain.

My world was gone. If this didn't kill me I would die hours, maybe even minutes later from the intensity of it all. If I did survive I could at least say good-bye to Hunter. The thought of him now processed into my mind and I set a giddy smile. My mind had started to work. It wasn't as foggy though that light wouldn't last long. Dying as an intellegent person is different then dying as a stupid one. Three, Four, Five I could feel the blood coming up my throat and I puked all over the ground. It was best if I didn't speak just think. I realized something then and there. This whipping had not hurt just physically but mentally and that's why my mind was so groggy. The whipping was suppose to be shameful but I grinned slightly and closed my eyes. Listening to the crack of the whip killed my hearing and my back started to go numb. The meadows, dreams, and future came back to me.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

~In Loving memory of my charrie, Taylor Muncie.

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[School is the bane of my life]

It was time to leave work for me, it had been a horrible day. First a customer agured with me for a whole ten minutes about how I have to give her more vegtables for her money. And then a man came up to me in a drunken rage and demanded that I give him everything I own. He even started to launch punches at me, I had to block them or get out of the way until a lazy peacekeeper, that had been watching, finally came and took him away.

Ah, I hate peacekeepers. They are lazy, stupid idoits that care nothing for the district; only for themselves. Some loved to be mean and cruel while others were wimps and got other peacekeepers to do their work. I hate each and everyone of them.

I grumble to myself as I clean up the stall, the stall owner comes over and tells me I can go home. She hands me a few coins, I count it out quickly in my head. Thats a loaf of bread for tonight, I sight; thats never enough to keep me and my dad full. We are two tall and strong men that need to eat lots, thats impossible with this measly wage.

I stick my hands in my pockets and head off along the road, kicking every rock I can see. One flys and hits a tin can on the side. I pass the square, there is a something happening. Probalay another whipping, those are such common things here. District 12 houses lots of rebels. We are the poorest district so it makes sense, the poorest want to form up and beat the rich captiol.

I amble over to a spot near the stage where the whipping takes place and squint my eyes. A girl, what looks like a young girl, is getting hit by a smiling peacekeeper. That's so sick! How can you smile when you're whipping a person? I look closer, her full head of red hair stands out from everything else. I frown and take a seat in the front. sitting on a handful of dirt. I have nothing better to do anyway.

[{Georgia da dancer}]

Belle had finished her shift at the bakery. Her boss was in a grump mood today. He was mumbling "Stupid, stupid bread..." and "Not the cat, not the cat..." all day. It was a bit depressing all day but she couldn't complain at the end of the day when he accidentally gave her the wrong pay.As she wondered outside in to the district square, Belle's mood changed from hot and bothered, to happy. Belle smiled to herself at the thought of her family seeing the extra money she had been given today. Her mother with smile so wide it would look un-natural, Lucas would hug Belle until she almost died of suffocation and Acacia and Elroy would hold hands and dance around the room until they both fell over with joy. It wasn't much more pay, but it was always pleasing to see them happy.

Belle was almost skipping to their house she was so happy, so happy that she dropped a few coins. "Shoot," Belle grumbled to herself as she chased the coins down to the stage where the whipping was taking place.

Belle hadn't noticed the whipping until she looked up. A girl, a year or two younger than her, was getting whipped by a Peacekeeper. Those horrible, sick... sick Peacekeeper! How could he bare it? Belle winced as the whip went down on the girl's back. Belle closed her eyes. She couldn't watch this, but she was tempted not to leave. I took a seat and the thought of that being a member of my family made her eyes all watery. She almost want to scream at the Peacekeeper. "LEAVE THE GIRL ALONE!" was replaying in Belle's head over and over again.

Belle opened her eyes too look closer at the girl. Her red haired standed out against pale skin. Her eyes where closed and a slight smile was plastered on her face making her look almost calm. How could she be calm at a time like this? Belle was amazed at this. How could she not cry, scream or fall faint?

"LEAVE THE GIRL ALONE!"

[kiah]

QUAYNANCE FABBIO

Insanity. You can’t hide from it.
But you can give it your best shot.

The haunted look in her eyes. The ghost of a smile. The crazed face. She was someone to be scared of. She was someone to run from. She was a loony. Insane. No one could see past the insanity that haunted her eyes. But maybe, just maybe, she might be able to escape. To rid her of the monster, the insanity that haunts her. Takes her into its arms, to prier on her soul, her life, to succeed in its own. She fidgets at the sound of a twig breaking, her messed hair, clumped in parts hangs oily from her face. Her scars. They went further than physical. They were mental. Emotional. She would never be able to escape them. She walks through these streets, hunched over, mumbling quiet words to herself, words audible to only herself. Her eyes search the world around her. Maybe looking for a victim, but maybe an escape. Something to free herself from what she is. But really we all knew nothing could save her…

You watch from deep wit in the this body you are trapped in. you watched as the insanity that controlled you had ripped your sisters throat out. Your hands had. You don’t remember when this happened. when you turned into this monster. But you do know that you want to be free. That you have watched insanity ruin your life for long enough. The trapped isolated feeling washes over you. Reminding you that you were under its control. Reminding you that you no longer were the boss of your body. you were possessed. you were just a spectator as crazy thoughts ran through the mind of the body that you no longer needed. You were just a lost soul deep inside the body of what used to be you. Insanity owned you now. Insanity was you. But no one knew that you were still down here. Lost trapped. Dead.

The streets around her are quiet as she scuttles through them. she wanted so desperately to hear screams of pain. she craved it. she thought back to when she had kill her ‘sister’ when she had taken this body to heal her needs. The scareams as the knife ploughed through her chest. The betrayal she saw in the eyes of her victim. She had though it was her sister that had murdered her. well it was… but it was her possessed sister. One that no longer had control of her body, she had lost it so a more powerful being. Insanity.

Then she hears it. it flows through her body lie a drug, making her senses go all fuzzy. The sheer joy that races through her is over powering. It like she has died and gone to heaven. She follows the screams of pain, like an ant would follow a trail of sugar, desperate to find the victim, to join in the rage. OMG! It was so strong. She races through the streets know like a wild animal high on adrenaline. The screams get louder, a crazy smile slides on to her face. Her features turning into a disgusting grimace. Her face cannot hide the joy she get out of hearing the cries. Her body twitches intensely as she finally get to look at her trophy. She swoons. Her whole body begging her to get closer. To join the smiling peacekeeper.

[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

Kevin-

*crack*

Another whip from his whip on the rebels back. He thought to himself how many had he done now... 5,6,7 he had lost count that was the thing. He didn't want to kill the girl from the whipping. He stopped for a second examing her looking to see the blood on her back. He looked around seeing the crowd he had attracted from the display of force. It was nothing new that the district people would come to see something in a pulbic view. It is human nature to follow a big crowd toward something. He tried to hear anything from the girl. A whince of pain, a coward whimper, something but nothing came. He was thinking that she had passed out. But he didn't want to look.

He heard a yell in the crowd,"LEAVE THE GIRL ALONE!" He laughed at the statment that was screamed. He knew they knew nothing about this girl. He pondered telling them, letting them know. He knew it would be the wisest thing to do since one of them may try to run off one day. He turned to the crowd giving the girl on the whipping post time to let the wounds rest before he started again.
He yelled into the crowd, " District 12 this right here is a rebel. She is not from here. She is a outsider from another district who escaped to cause havoc in your district. She is being punished for running away from me and also trying to kill me. She could have escaped this fate by having just listened and stopped when she was told to. Now whoever yelled at me to leave the girl alone step forward now because I want you to see the face of the girl you are yelling at me to stop from teaching a lesson. We have rules that need to be followed and what are rules if people break them all the time." He looked into the crowd. Examing the faces of the old and the young. He knew it was going to sink in and they would either sulk back to their lives or stay and watch.

He grabbed his whip again, when he noticed someone in the crowd. They were smiling. He knew it was unusual for someone to smile at a whipping. He was taken aback by it but quickly put it in the back of his mind. He knew it was no time for that he had to go back to punishing the girl. But not before he let out one more statement, "If you do want this girl to be free who is willing to take her because if no one is she will be left to rott in the stockades and I will not care for her." He spoke the truth. He had no time for rebel scum. He had a life of his own. Infact he wanted to finish this so he could get some food. It had been a long day and he was hungry. He wanted something. He didn't care if it was the food they were given or that illegal stuff at the hob.

[Titanium]

The sound of commotion caught my ears as I walked home from the hob. I could see many people gathered around what seemed to be a whipping, a brutal one. The man would not stop. I heared someone shout in a loud demanding voice "LEAVE THE GIRL ALONE!" , soon after this, he paused his torturing for a moment and said some thing I couldnt hear from my position, so I ventured to the front of the crowed, then he asked for someone to take, as if he was selling a scrap of old cloth.
The girls position was terrifying, but i knew she probably didnt want feeble pity, still the hot, salty tears built up to a point of no return, and my emotions took over my body and willed it to step into the middle of the chaos. This was not 'a lesson, this was not 'keeping peace' this was sadistic cruelty, something I refused to stand for,even though i was small quiet Ashe Archer, of the seam. Now I was feeling what the girl who yelled at him to stop felt, a fire was brewing in my soul. By Now I was face to face with the peackeeper.
I raised my hand and brought it down against his seemingly evil face as hard as I could, which for a farmer's daughter, was pretty hard. Then I relized the severity of the thing i had done and started to get scared and my claustrophobie being caused by the crowed, was suffocating me. I was terrified, but i would never let this show.

[anthena427]

I couldnt hear anything now since the crack of the whip was so close to my ear. I couldnt see to great either because my eyes were squeezed tight and were even bleeding as well. I heard a shout and the pain was relieved but a sting still lingered in my back. I attempted to keep the smile on my face. I opened my eyes and saw a girl crying. Why would she cry for a rebel? Out of pity? I tried to mask the irritation I felt from that scene. I also saw a young man sitting in the front and watching with a blank expression on his face. Then finally I saw the girl smiling. I grit my teeth and looked at her with a grimacing glare. It was sick enough that the peacekeeper was smiling now a young girl! I didn't want them to feel pity or giddy for me. What did I want them to feel? A mixture?

My eyes closed once more and heard a large smack! bam!Opening my eyes once again all I could see was red from blood I my eyes. Who had been hit? The peacekeeper?A girl? I shook with fright, my wrists still bleeding pure blood as then I started seeing stars instead of blood. I was obviously going to pass out soon enough and die of the blood from my wrists would stop. My heartbeat stopped and I started gasping for breathe. The blood had left my eyes and now all I could see was a blur till finally I saw Hunter and fell under.

OOC: Chaos!!

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[School is the bane of my life]

The peacekeeper had stopped the torture that was whipping the girl was standing infront. Blabbing about how she was a rebel and how the person should just take her home. He is an idiot, who would not rebel when we have these stupid peacekeepers. They whip us for no reason and this guy just says he will leave her in the stocks, they are bred to be horrible.

I don't know what to say as a small girl walks up onto the stage and hits him! A slap to the face that actually looked that it hurt. This brave girl is going to be whipped, so badly its going to feel for years. I start to smile but I mask it quickly. Everyone wants to hurt peacekeepers but this girl was brave enough to just waltz right up their and hit him. If she lives to survive this I am going to go to her and just give her all my respect, but I doubt she is going to survive.

The girl that was being whipped looked very sick, I cringed at her pain still trying to mask a smirk on my face. I hope the person comes and gets her soon or else she will surely die. If the person that called out does not come I will go and get her myself.

I just don't know what to do now, what would be right to do now? Stare like the others were doing or something else. Walk away slowly like a person behind me was doing or just sit and watch the show? My real emotion comes out quickly and I just laugh but inside weep for the poor girl.

[Sarella]

LILKA FOI
PEACEKEEPER

I'm taking a nice, long walk today, looking out for any trouble. None to be had, of course. Boring old District 12 never has any excitment in it. Ever. Hardly, maybe. I pass the tockades, and to my surprise, a girl is in it. I smirk and go stand nearby, to watch her. To add to the fun, a man come out and drags her to... what is that? A whipping. My smirk turns to a broad smile. Finally, some action. Just too bad I don't get to participate. My heart pounds fast, overjoyed, at the first crack of the whip and the totured scream. Scream. Boy, haven't heard that in a while. This is just lovely. A nice show, indeed.

"LEAE THE GIRL ALONE!" Someone shouts, and the smile leaves my face. Excuse me? No. That's not gonna happen. I look in the direction of the voice, ready to bash whoever said it's face in. "District 12 this right here is a rebel. She is not from here. She is a outsider from another district who escaped to cause havoc in your district. She is being punished for running away from me and also trying to kill me. She could have escaped this fate by having just listened and stopped when she was told to. Now whoever yelled at me to leave the girl alone step forward now because I want you to see the face of the girl you are yelling at me to stop from teaching a lesson. We have rules that need to be followed and what are rules if people break them all the time?" The man whipping the rebel says. A rebel, how exciting. Finally.. action. I look and wait to see the face of the shouter. Although I must admit, if a girl tried to kill a Peacekeeper, I'd say death by whipping was the best answer.

Then something happens that causes me to step forward. A wam to the face. I jump forward and grab the crime-maker by the arm and twist it as hard as I can. "You seriously gonna do that?" I whisper in her ear. "'Cause I'd be glad to have something to do today." I look up at the man who was hit, then at the rebel girl, and grin. He certainly seemed to be having fun whipping her. Personally, I've only gotten to do that once.

[Titanium]

I felt sick. The other peackeeper twisting my arm wasn't helping, it wasn't hurting me much but it still hurt. "This is total Madness! Let me go you idiot!" I scream out, my voice cracks a few times from lack of use. With my free hand, I tug un the girls hair as hard as I can, my electrfying eyes suddenly fill with anger, and my insanity takes over I rip a handfull of hair from her head, biting down on her hand, 'what am I doing?' I think, knowing about all the trouble Im in, and how dissapointed my father will be.
My Autumn colored hair is now messy, and I think I look like a wild animal, protecting another from danger.

[Gav]

I had traveled to district 12 for two reasons today. Number one to bring some coal back to a friend in district 11 without the peackeepers knowing. The second reason was that this was the last place Taylor could be. I walk into the district square slowly to make sure the coast was clear and then stop. Theres a huge crowd full of commotion and hatred. There in the middle of the crowd almost dieing. Is Taylor. The peacekeeper whips her back one more time and she looks near to death. Another peacekeeper is holding a girl back from the peackeeper whipping Taylor. I drop my bag and run over into the middle of the crowd. "Hey!" I yell at everyone. They didnt seem to notice so I walk over to the peacekeeper with the whip. "You, (I point at him as I say this) I think she has had enough, Are you enjoying this? It must sicken anyone who has a right mind!" I look over at the other peacekeeper who is holding a girl back. I glare at the girl peacekeeper and simply say " Knock it off." I try to keep my cool under all of the commotion and the stress. Everyone stops and looks at me as if I had done something wrong. I must have if they had stopped. I walk over to Taylor and stand by her. "Do you see what you have done?, You probabally have taken the life of another person, for trying to survive. Why do you see something wrong with that!?" I yell into the crowd.

[{Georgia da dancer}]

Belle stood there. She watched and listen as the Peacekeeper told her to stand forth and say that she had shouted out to him that he should leave the poor girl alone. Mixed emotions rushed through her. Scared, angry, sad all fell through Belle all at once as she just stood there pale and plain as she couldn't bring herself to go up on to the stage.

Then a somewhat happy feeling rushed through Belle as girl went to go stand up on stage. Belle knew it was bad but as she hadn't really been listening to what anyone had been saying, she assumed she was standing up for her. Pretending she had shouted out something. It wasn't a happy feeling though. No emotions went through Belle right now. She felt like she couldn't breathe for a moment... How could she let this girl take her place?

[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

Kevin-

He felt the slap hit him across the face. He got mad at the girl but then another Peacekeeper not part of his unit came up to the stage and grabbed her. He had forgotten about the girl on the whipping post. The stinging in his face enraged him a lot more then anything he could have imagined. He was angry at the girl but out of the corner of his eye he saw something that he hadn't of planned. He saw the girl he had been whipping gasping for breath.

He hadn't of planned to let her die. He just wanted to show force and maybe have her go unconcious from the pain but not die. He ran back to the girl. He saw the blood dripping and by the look of it she was losing breath. He untied her and let her fall to the stage floor. Oh her back he tried to think on what to do in the situation. He dug through his mind trying to think of the training he had been givin. There was only one thing coming to mind. CPR. He tried to remember everything. Chest compressions, and breath into the mouth so air got into the lungs.

He breathed into her mouth. Then started pumping his hands down on her chest. Trying to get air back into it. He did not want to be called a killer. He was evil that was true but killing someone when they were not meant to was what he hated. While working on the girl he kept hearing hate chants from the crowd. He needed to concentrate on the girl that he was trying to save. He yelled at the other Peacekeeper, " Hey you... Can you get the crowd to calm the heck down and get some people to come help me with this girl. She is about to die if we don't save her and I bet you don't wanna be dealing with the Head PK if he finds out we let someone die." He was finished yelling toward the PK holding the girl and went back to trying to revive the girl and save her.
(ooc not my best sorry guys)

[Gav]

I couldnt believe my eyes as the peacekeeper released Taylor and started performing CPR on her. I dont think he meant for her to die or to nearly die. I think he meant to only punish her for something. I stop my chant and everyone who was chanting with me keeps on chanting. I clear my throat and yell " Stop!" The crowd goes silent and their eyes trained on me. The peacekeeper looks at me and I mouth " I got this". " Now everyone listen up! Is there any type of doctor here in district 12?". They all look at me and some of them shake their heads. I walk over to the lady peacekeeper " Can you please let this girl go?" She loosens her grip a little but doesnt let go. I then walk over to the man helping Taylor "Here I can help" I say