Angry rain...{open}

[ashton]

He hated thunderstorms. He hated how it sounded so hateful. How it bellowed and made the windows in his tiny home rattle and his walls shake. Having some form of shelter was better then none at all. He was struggling already to keep it up with his father constantly ruining the crappy home even more. But tonight it sounded so much more then simply angry. It sounded sinister, like it was full malice and hatred for the world and for him. He wished he could run away.

Ashton sighed as he walked down the dirt path to his hiding spot. He liked watching the clouds roll over the hills beyond the electric fence. Even if it was scary, he usually left long before the rain actually came; if only it wasn't so hot. Of course in a few months, he'd be wishing for the heat when the cold set in.

He imagined that District 12 was much colder in the winter then any of the other districts. Especially the Capitol. He dreamed of it really...seeing those fancy people who looked like they were Aliens from another planet. He sighed, wishing for something to eat. He began picking at grass, popping some of it into his mouth and chewing to quiet is rumbling stomach. It was dry, disgusting and tasteless, but it was food.

He pulled out a small worn photo he'd managed to find of his Mother. She was such a beautiful lady. Thin, fair skinned, green eyes, very much like him. He held the photo to his chest. "The reaping is in a few weeks..." he began, whispering quietly as he looked up at the fence to see more of those dark clouds coming for him.

"Please...give me some luck...some good fortune." he begged, beginning to feel water drip onto his face. "I never met you, but I'm begging you to guide me..." he begged, tears and rain beginning to fall on him.

[Dan(AKA Scar)]

Another storm. He was afraid of it but he dared not go home yet. He only just heard his father stumbling around the house, drunk, as he climb the broken steps to the front door.

Cinder decides to avoid the beating for now and go think in his special spot near the fence, but as he approachs he sees another boy there. He watchs him pull up some grass and eat it and wonders if he likes it. The boy then pulls out a crumpled photo and looks at the sky. He says something but Cinder can't make it out.

Meybe he'll leave soon. He doesn't approach because if he does he would only be made fun of. Just like at school. Why would this kid be any different?

[serum]

Even a storm couldn't make District twelve look clean. The coal mixed with the water on the ground and it ran and puddled everywhere. It looked like ink running through the town. She liked to think that District twelve was fake; that was an evil kingdom like in a fairy tail. And the reason the electric fence was up was to keep the people of District twelve from leaving and finding out they lived in a place that didn't really exist. And every time it rained, the world was trying to wash the evil Kingdom of District twelve away.

She sighed. Fairy Tails were for children. And with the Reaping only weeks away she couldn't be a kid anymore. Not like she had a childhood. When her brother died and her mother wasted into nothingness her childhood had been stripped away. It wasn't fair but Chrysanthemum tried not to complain about it. To be strong the way her brother would have been. And since she had never had a father-she didn't even know who he was-she had to take over every responsibility of the house hold.

It was why she allowed herself to daydream at the sight of the electric fence. She had even started writing the fairy tail about District twelve on scrap pieces of paper. She kept them on her always and wrapped them in some old plastic she had found to protect the pages. She thought about going by the fence and staring at the hills, even though it was raining but when she got there she saw someone. A boy. And even from where she was, she could tell he was upset.

[Dan(AKA Scar)]

Cinder looks around and sees someone else approach. They seem deep in thought. She looks at the boy but doesn't seem to see him. As silently as he can he hides himself among the surroundings. Now he would have to wait longer for his spot. Maybe it would be better to just leave, but that would involve him moving into the open and who knows what those two would do to him.

[serum]

Being absent minded wasn't safe. Chrysanthemum knew that very well. She knew she should just go home, especially because the rain was starting to pick up. She thought for a second about telling the boy by the fence that he should leave in case a peace keeper walked by who actually did their job.He could end up in a lot of trouble. But so could she if she stayed there and she had to get home to cook for her mother. She turned to walk away and say a very surly peacekeeper walking straight for the boy and she rushed over. Why did she have to be so darn protective?

Just as the peacekeeper was walking up to him she managed to get in front of him and grab the boy's hand.

"C'mon brother, mom's going to be angry if we come home late again," she smiled and hoped the boy would play along. The peace keeper watched but seemed convinced and after mumbling gruff warnings he walked away, looking even more sour if that was even possible.

When he was clearly out of site Chrysanthemum dropped the boy's hand.

"Sorry," she said. "But he looked he was out for blood."

[Dan(AKA Scar)]

Suddenly a Peacekeeper approaches the boy. The gilr quickly darts out and says something to the Peacekeeper that I can't hear. I can barely contain my fear.

The Peacekeeper barely seems satisfied with what the girl says but leaves anyways. He passes by my spot and I can hear him cursing under his breath. I could tell he wanted to cause trouble. That boy was lucky. After the Peacekeeper walks away the girl drops the boys hand and says something I'm to far away to hear. Maybe these two weren't so bad...

[serum]

Chrysanthemum practically ran home after the almost issue with the peace keeper. What had she been thinking? The boy was nothing to her, she didn't know him at all. But the thought of leaving him to whatever the peace keeper would have done was sickening to her.

Once she was home she set to work making a meager meal out of whatever food was in the house. Chrysanthemum was going to have to get some more food soon. But how in the world was she going to that? There was no way that she could get a job.