The silent type [Sarella]

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

I quickly pace through the dirt road, ever since the incident I hated it there, I wanted to get to my field, the one place I could go. It was safe, my family used it and it was quiet. My thoughts where muddled and all over the place, I guessed it was lack of food again, causing my complete confusion. Though this only happened after the incident, did Amity feel the same? I remove my bag from my back and continue walking while I unzip it and pull out a book, though suddenly my world quickly swings up and I feel a heavy force smacking my body. I open my now closed eyes and look, I was on the floor. I shake a little due to the shock I had received and look for my bag, just noticing I had dropped it. I get up slowly and look around in circles, seeing the back in front of me a few paces I go to pick it up. Putting the book I had out inside it. I didn't want to trip again, it was lucky the dagger in that bag didn't hit me. I scan the bag for it and see it glinting in the low sunlight that managed to sneak into it, I sigh in relief and put it back over my shoulders.

I gather my scattered thoughts and try to focus on where I am going as I start walking again, eventually reaching the area of the field I thought was the middle. It was most likely to close the left but ah well, it suited, I sit down, removing my back again and placing it on the floor, open. I pull out the book I had in it and open it, beginning to read in the low light, hopefully no one will disturb me out here. I was confused enough as it was without people. I put the book down again and just brought my knees to my chest and slowly hugged them, Why can't I think at all? I stare towards the end of the field, The thoughts I had gathered released themselves in a panic. Did lack of food even do this? I swear it was just lack of energy and multiple copies of people in my sight. I shake my head quickly, clearly those thoughts out that reminded me of the incident. Hoping it would help I look up to the darkening sky. Then back down. My neck quickly becoming tired, I yawn softly as well. Trying to calm myself down.

[Sarella]

Oldest

"Let me come!" Meredith calls from behind Amity and I, but I just look behind me and frown. She's sick, and definetly can't look for food like that. I think I heard mom call it the flu, but whatever it is is making my sister couch and shake too much for my liking. Maybe taking Amity with me is a good idea, so she doesn't end up in bed like Meredith. I keep walking forward and carefully shut the door behind me, hearing Meredith moan. She's probably going to be so lonely. I ought to spend some time with her, since our first Reaping is so near, but I guess sometimes we have to take our chances. Perhaps, maybe, we won't get Reaped. More likely than actually getting Reaped. My stomach lurches in hungr, but I don't groan. Amity has that expression on her face though, the one that lets you know she's in pain. She limps now, after all the thingss the cruel pacekeeper did to her. I feel sorry for her, becuasue it looks like the leg truly hurts her. I keep my face rather monotone, even though my knees are weak and I feel like just laying down and sleeping. Amity most likely feels that way too.

After a bit of walking, I open my mouth to ask Amity if she wants to rest, but see her eyes fixed on something distant. I lean forward and catch her looking at a boy falling dow with no noticable cause. Hunger, most likely. I turn and grab Amity's hand, then fall ito a bench and close my eyes immediatly. I feel her body slide in next to me, but when I open my eyes they are fixed on the boy. She wiggles a bit, and I furrow my eyebrows. What the heck was she doing? She gets up and begins dragging her feet to the boy, who is reading a book. I close my eyes and rest my tired head on the bench. If she wanted to converse with starving boys, then I'll let her. I feel just a little too weak to go running after her to moniter her every word. Maybe I can even take a little nap...

Youngest

I stand patiently by the door as Fornax tries to get away from poor Meredith. I wish she could ge tbetter so much. She seemed so sick at times. Fornax started leading the way, and I struggled to keep up. It was hard to walk so much when I felt like this. Almost like a few weeks ago - when Othal and I had that near death experience. I felt so helpless, and weak. And pained. That's why I walk with a limp now, since thay peacekeeper dropped me on the ground, and stepped all over me. Sometimes, when I'm sleeping, I dream it's happening all over again. That it's dark, and I can feel Othal's slowing breath on my arms, that every time I move in the dream I feel the burst of pain. Then I'd wake up, my leg jerking to the side, ramming either Meredith or Fornax in the gut.

Fornax stops, and I swing. My body feels so weak, and my leg is sore from all this walking. But when she grabs my hand to seat me, I'm looking at something familiar. Is that - no. It couldn't be. No... that's Othal. Falling down. I feel the urge to go run and help him up, but by the time Fornax has be sittting down, her eyes closed, he's shaking himself. Up again. I hold my breath. For a monet I look at Fornax, then back, and see him reading something. But he can't seem to pay attention to it. My head swings, but I haven't seen Othal since that night. I wiggle out of the bench, and start a slow limp towards him. My stomach hurts from hunger, and I fee - as already mentioned - nearly like that night. Perhaps some food would help, which Fornax and I should actually be scavenging for right this second. I fall-sit onto the ground next to Othal, and lean on my hands. "Hi Othal." I croak quietly.

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Other: Othal is a sweetheart<3

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[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

I place my chin on my knees and try focusing on just one thing in the distance. It was two people, one seemed to spot me but ignore me, whilst the other came towards. I blink, and lower my head, so I am looking down between my legs and my body. Shutting my eyes and hoping the person would go away. Till I hear a croak from beside me, a very familiar voice that sounded like an angel to me. I blink and slowly look to the side she had sat down on. "Amity?" My voice was quiet, full of some excitement, nervousness and even pain. The thought of the girl kept swinging him back to the incident. This time also, it sounded like she was starving. I gather the thoughts I can scramble together and register the female sitting beside me, IT WAS HER! I move so I could engulf her in a hug but my body quickly gives way and I fall almost on top of her. The soil hitting my head and my hair and face dirty. I groan a little and get up, slowly and shakily like last time. Before staring at the girl and moving to put an arm around her.

I didn't care how well I was, all that mattered to me was Amity when she was around, and for some reason her happiness. I look to the ground slowly after my arm hand come in contact with her far shoulder. Not knowing what to say, what was I meant to say? I keep quiet, then notice my cloth was lose, and my arm was around Amity. I didn't want to take my arm off but I wanted to tighten it, I have had that on for two years. I wash it and take care of it. I didn't want it to fall off. I look at it, then at the girl, then quickly I switch my view. Which causes me too sway. Okay that was too fast. I try to stabilize my self with my other hand, then slowly look to my knees. Hoping Amity would say something, I was no good at talking, and for some reason she made it worse. Why? She was pretty in all, but why did I keep stumbling with her? Was it because of the incident? Or what? Either way it is annoying, and I would've like to start a conversation sooner or later.

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Youngest

"Amity?" I hear Othal ask. He sounds anticipated, but at the same time like he's hurting. Probably hungry. I feel awkward in general. I know I shouldn't, as we saved eachother's lives multiple times in one night alone, I just don't know how we should be. Friends, maybe? Or was the situation too immediate, and we should just go back to normal? I truly don't know at all. Othal moves closer to me, and he makes a weird motion, then falls almost on me. I instinctively move my leg, as Meredith and Fornax have accidently sat on it in bed a few times, so I move whenever someone gets too close to it. He lands on the dirt and I lean forward a bit, almost tilting next to him, but catch myself as he gets up. I'm never spending another minute laying face-first on the ground again. Ever.

He puts his arm around my shoulders, and I feel so small like this. Did I like being touched by him? Well.. it wasn't in a bad way. He only had his arm around me. Why did I feel so jittery at this? Why do I... like it? Oh goodness! This is what Fornax complains about! How girls are trying to love boys, and she says it's gross. I don't want to be gross, but I really like Othal. Woah, what did I just think? Quickly, I try to change the subject hanging in my head, and say the first thing that pops into my mind, although I wish I hadn't mentioned it, "Good luck at the Reaping tommarow."

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Other: LET THE HORMONES BEGIN!

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[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

I hear the girl's sentence and suddenly any emotion I had ran free. Just being replaced by fear and sadness, I could tell my body language showed this as well. I hated the reaping, for everyone who got picked and for my own reasons, I knew the chances of me getting picked where small, just like Amity. Though I feared for the both of us. I let out just about the quietest whisper I have ever produced in reply though "You too." Despite my fear of the games I feared more for Amity's safety, I had done every time the subject arose. Why I did not know, though I knew if I was a female I would volunteer for her in a heartbeat, she was my friend, and I liked her... AS A FRIEND! Nope. No more. Just friends, yep, friends. Unless... NO! I quickly switch my view to the left, quickly scrubbing the thoughts out of my head. Though I spot a couple of white dressed people looking around one of the houses. They hadn't seemed to spot us but I knew who they where. Peacekeepers. My eyes widen a little and I quickly make a shuddering motion. I hated them, absolutely despised peacekeepers, ever since they did what they did to Amity. Why did they have to be so harsh on us? What did District 11 do? Anyway's, I quickly try to look away, now staring at my bag, trying to think of a conversation to bring up.

I suddenly remember my cloth and look to Amity again. I could tell my concentration was all over the place and my head was constantly switching directions. Hopefully Amity doesn't mind. I ask quietly. Wondering if she could do it for me. "Can you tighten my cloth please? On my wrist on your arm" This was also a change in subject, I really didn't want to talk about the hunger games. Brutal and unneeded. Disgusting mum had always said. What would happen if me and my Amity got in the games.... Wait? What did I just think? I gulp and my eyes widen a little, hanging my head quite quickly to avoid my reddening, well. It was a very weak red as my body couldn't do much more but my reddening cheeks and face. Why did I think that? Was it normal to think that? It can't be, but why did I feel like calling her that? My Amity? It was strange, maybe it was good? It did feel a good weird, but...

[Sarella]

I faintly hear him say he wishes me luck as well. I don't like the subject, it truly did just come out of my mouth, tumbled, you could say. Othal turns his head to the left abruptly, and my eyes flicker over there, thinking maybe he saw something. I see the white uniforms and immediatly shudder violently. I instantaneously remember what it felt like again. To be thrown on the ground like a sack, to be walked on like I was a piece of the road. I can almost feel the bruises popping back onto my body, but they aren't rally there. They are figments of my imagination. The peacekeepers are busy inspecting a house, and they aren't even looking at me. Nonetheless, I just don't feel safe. Not around them.

Othal asks me something about that cloth he always has wrapped on his wrist, and I shake my head, clearing away the thoughts about peacekeepers. "O-Oh yah, sure." I say. My voice is lower than I could say it, probably because of the peacekeepers nearby. I lean and grab the cloth off the ground, then tie it on his wrist for him. It didn't really look like he had any need for a cloth there, but if that's what Othal liked, then why not do it for him? Only a few feet away, lies a cardboard box. Why it draws my attention, I am yet to know. I glance at the peacekeepers close to the box, then crane my neck to see. Food, lots and lots of it. There was so much! Would they notice if I dared take some of that fruit on the side? I look at Othal, then at the peacekeepers. My eyes end up landing on the box. Almost as a reminder of my hunger, my head seams to swing in mid-air. Like a balloon.

Don't take any more food that wasn't dropped. I remember, from what my dad told me. He said that after we got home the night of Othal and I's... accident. Nonetheless, I'm very hungry, and that box is seemingly filled to the rim. Othal is looking down right now, but he'd know I took food, wouldn't he? What woul he think of me taking it - after what happened a few weeks ago? Terrible Amity, he would probably asy to himself. My hunger overcomes me, and my hand darts, fast as lightning, into the box, pulling out a banana. I've pulled it at the worst possible time. "Hey, you!" One of the peacekeepers in white yells at me. I look up from the banana quickly, and squeek. He comes running towards Othal and I, and I hide the bana under my shirt. He wouldn't see it, would he? He grabs hold of my arms, his hands being hard as rocks, and I flinch. I look at Othal. I'm sorry Othal, I was just too hungry I think. Where was Fornax?

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Stronger than ever can’t hold me down

This whole criss-crossing back and forth over the lower districts was bullshit. It was his job to check on the fences, and they definitely had the worst, so it was a no brainer that he would spend a lot of time in Ten, Eleven and Twelve. But up until now he hadn't. He'd gotten away with paperwork and interviews in the Capitol. Things were changing though, and he generally felt that they weren't going his cousin's way. It seemed unfair, though, that he should have to suffer outside of the glorious Capitol just to stay out from under foot.

At first it had been checking up on the Peacekeeping force in Twelve. That had gone just swimmingly. And then it was the crumbling fences in the north of Ten (and Dick was smart enough to realize he was also there to check in on one of the newest victors. Although that was a lost cause; the boy was barely literate. One couldn't expect him to be expressive, too). That seemed like plenty to cover in one trip, but no. The summons kept on coming.

Eleven was somehow less terrible than either Ten or Twelve. It wasn't as dusty, nor as sooty. He didn't want to build a summer home there or anything, but it was at least a little more tolerable. As was his style, Dick donned his crisp white uniform - pressed by a team on the train - and then threw on his rumbled black sweater, even though the summer was fast approaching. He'd sweat through the whites beneath, which made him perversely happy. He was the only one covering part of his uniform as the team marched towards the decrepit house, which intelligence had told him was being used as a shelter for rebels. He let the other, lower ranking officers trample through the dust and debris.

From his pocket he lifted a pair of purple and blue tinted sunglasses, affixing them to the bridge of his nose. A fine sheen of sweat bloomed on his unshaven upper lip, which was closer now to a mustache. His cousin would have reprimanded him, but then, he very much doubted the President would bother to leave the Capitol. He could suck it.

And while there was some commotion from the search inside, it was the the one officer who broke off from the group that drew Dick's attention. He sauntered leisurely over, his pace never changing, even as the much younger lad wrapped his sausage digits over a girl's wrists. There's another, a boy, and they both seem to be protecting a box.

Rebels? The thought makes that hairy upper lip twitch as his index finger strokes the butt of his ivory Alder pistol at his hip. "Trouble, Officer Lawrence?" Dick scans the boy and girl as he comes within earshot, casually lifting the pistol free of its sheath. "We'll be needing your names."

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[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

I smile a little as I feel Amity's small hands refix my cloth to my wrist, looking around a little as I go to thank her, I see her with her hand in a box, I gasp a little, then whisper panicked. "Amity what are you doing?" I try to make a move to stop her, though she already had a banana out. I shut my eyes tightly and then try to grab it, but before I move I hear a voice come from the side of the peacekeepers. I let out another gasp and instantly stop everything, hanging my head and hiding my face, I remove my arm from around Amity and use both of them to curl up into a vertical ball. Covering every bit of my body that could be recognized. Why did Amity do that? I hear Amity squeak and I glance up a little, there was a white dressed man grabbing her again. My anger suddenly peaked as I started to unravel my self, slowly standing up and then looking at the peacekeeper defiantly. I open my mouth to speak before I halter. Hearing the other peacekeeper talk. I look as see a gun in his hands. My confidence just drops dead, my eyes frozen on the gun as I hear the peace keeper speak.

"Officer Lawrence" to the right of me and the other one to the front causes me to get myself in between Amity and the other one, staring at him as my confidence creeps it way back up. The question about our names causes my eyes to show fear yet determination. I made sure I wasn't touching the Lawrence, putting him about a metre away from me. I speak, some what louder than usual. "What did she do wrong exactly?" My voice sounded a little defiant. I hated peacekeepers and I hope to god they knew it. I quickly look for running points. Maybe if I kick the one beside me it would give time for me and Amity to escape, with the risk of that gun firing at us. I remember the question then shake it out again, why should I answer that, I did nothing wrong really, I was standing up for the girl who also really did nothing wrong. They could live without that one banana, one banana missing in the capitol with MILLIONS of banana's could be dealt with.

I look back at Amity quickly, then eye the other peacekeeper, my eyesight resting at his gun. A quick shot of adrenaline rushed through me but then fear, if he raised that gun I am more than certain dead. I would not let Amity be harmed though. I was caught at a stand still. What should I do? This was big. Very big if it had a gun in it, maybe I should kick the guy beside me and run, with the risk of being shot? Or should I stop anything happening and just give up? My eyes stay defiant throughout my train of thought though. They want my name, they will have to beat it out of me.

[Sarella]

My eyes get big when another person comes and takes a gun. I don't like guns, no way. "We'll be needing your names." he says. I look at Othal. What do I do? "What did she do wrong, exactly?" He asks. I close my eyes. Okay, what is he doing? My mom would've called that talking back, and Fornax always gets in trouble when she does that. Othal had that tone in his voice, making his voice sound so much more defiant. I open my eyes, and Othal glances at me at that moment, then at the peacekeeper. Othal was in front of me now. Should I answer the peacekeepers question? I don't know... I really don't know. So I just stay quiet, staring at the peacekeepers in fear.