The Fires of Tranquility [Rook]

[Envy]

The Fires of Tranquility

So many wonders in the woods around the world. These wonders cannot be destroyed with merely one match, but many matches can change the universe, not always for the better either. Citizens of the districts and especially of the capitol no longer appreciate the beauty of natural land.

The abusive nature of the citizens of Panem is only being fueled by the most horrific event of the year that continues to happen every year, for the past 62 years since the rebellion took place the capitol has been treating this nation's citizens with no regard to their health or happiness.

Being out in the woods is a common place to find me. It's a place to be alone generally, a safe place once you make it out here to think, and try to figure out where you belong in this great nation we call Panem.

"Jah nat ghanna wanna do dat boi. Put out dat torch or imma gonna drop you wit mah bow. Da price of nature es much greata dan da price of your life and mine."

I knew he couldn't see me from up in these trees and that was the way I wanted it. If he did drop that torch I was as good as dead because of how high up I was in this oak tree. If I did try and climb down while everything around me was burning I'd just as easily pass out and die from smoke inhalation.

"Now I know you gotta be in a pritty bad place rite now in orda to be doin whatcha doin but you gotta keep your head on your shouldas in a times like these."

I've seen this kid around town square before. Always up to nothing good. Giving all types of people trouble, typical District 9 brat but obviously he is out in these woods trying to find himself just as much as I am so maybe there is hope for this troubled individual. I'm going to wait him out and see if he is going to listen to his only voice of reason in these dense woods where nobody would hear his body hit the ground.

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Christoph Carlisle

why have you forsaken me?
in your eyes forsaken me
in your mind forsaken me
in your heart forsaken me

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Fire. So destructive and merciless. I like fire, I relate to fire. Fire isn't something you can control, merely something you begin. Those who are foolish enough to try to control fire get burned, those who do nothing to stop it's wrath are equally as stupid. Finding that medium, that equilibrium between control and tolerance is the secret to mastering fire.

Me? I don't have the patience needed to control fire or learn it's ways. I'm not like that stupid blacksmith, I don't master it for my own gain. Sure, Wednesdae is talented in what he does - He doesn't just control fire, but molds it into whatever he wants. He taught me basic blacksmithing, but he grew impatient with me, he said I was impure and aggressive. I wasn't good enough for the perfect Wednesdae Drummond. He taught me fire, then cast me out of his workshop. The fool. He knows I'm a sadist.

I'm not in the forest to deem revenge on the Drummond boy. No, he cares not for me burning down a few trees... I will get one back on him someday, but not today. Today I stand in these woods hoping to cause chaos... Because I love chaos. My eyes crave chaos. Screaming children and writing animals. I imagine them all burn and it brings a wicked shark-grin to my face.

Just one fire. Just a small one. Burn one tree down, hear the rodents that live inside squeal, hear the yells of the villagers not too far away. See the smoke rise, like a beacon of panic. Oh, I love it. I live for it. I am the calm among the frightened and I will walk out a lone figure, proud of my destruction... Because that's who I am. Destruction.

I used the friction of rough looking sticks to start a small fire - Just like Wednesdae had taught me. Green leaves made smoke, whilst wood kept the fire burning hot and smoke to a minimum. I grab a few sticks, wrapping them together in some string from my rucksack. Carefully and precisely I light the end of the batch in the campfire, creating a torch that I hold in one hand. I stamp out my tiny fire and walk deeper into the woods with my firestarter.

I need to pick a tree. I forage for a while, turning down several scrawny looking trees that seem not worth the effort. There has to be something worth burning down. And then I see it. A family of squirrels. I say family, it's more like two rodents sniffing each other on a branch, high-up the tree next to me. A dark grin plagues my face as I decide that this tree will burn.

"Jah nat ghanna wanna do dat boi. Put out dat torch or imma gonna drop you wit mah bow. Da price of nature es much greata dan da price of your life and mine." Booms a voice of authority. It jumps me, takes my breath away and makes me panic for a split second. My eyes dart around, the words came from above. A bow? I'm in danger? The protector of the forest is near. I'm in his area? He sounds old and wise, yet I can't see him. He must be agile to be up in the trees, no wonder he doesn't want me burning them down.

"Now I know you gotta be in a pritty bad place rite now in orda to be doin whatcha doin but you gotta keep your head on your shouldas in a times like these." He continues, my eyes lock onto the direction of the voice, and I catch a glimpse of shadow. Eyes bleed at me through the leaves, stabbing danger midst imminent chaos. I see no bow, but I don't want to risk it not being there. He'd most likely shoot me down before I tried anything.

I put my cool head on. I'm in charge here - I have the fire and I'm the one who could kill not only him, but animals and wildlife too. Even if he shoots me down, the fire could still catch. I smirk, looking in the direction of the voice.
"I can't understand a damn word you're saying, man..." I poke fun at his strange accent, even though I got the gist of his message, "How can I take you seriously when you're hiding up there?"

I feel in control, which brews a very different kind of a fire. A fire that starts as a spark inside me, but then fills me with it's inferno - Confidence.

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father into your hands
i commend my spirit
father into your hands
why have you forsaken me?

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lyrics: System of a Down - "Chop Suey"

notes: none~[/color]

[Envy]

This wasn't a mind that was easily swayed and that was apparent enough. The trees now looked at me the same way he was trying to, if only he could see me through the vast number of shadows that encased these dense woods we both knew too well. He had spent as many lonely days out here as I had but we both looked at this place in such different ways.

He viewed the woods as a place to reveal his true self, someone that nobody inside the gates of the district would ever deem as acceptable behavior. Out in the darkness, out here alone, he would unveil his demonic capabilities just as often as I would come out here to do yoga.

The woods for me were a place of comfort and cleansing. A place to release my true self, but for me it was my whole body trying to be a purer spirit, struggling to get closer to my state of nirvana. This child on the other hand came out to this peaceful place to wreak havoc on the diverse ecosystem that has been created over the past 60 years of unchallenged prosperous growing territory.

"Look bruhddah, I'm on the ground now, don't let your eyes try to search for me dis time either. Keep in the direction ya facing or jah ganna find dis arrow attractive, and by dat I mean very close to heart."

This was a hollow threat, we both knew it. He was a calculating individual, he knew what would happen if I shot him with my bow. People would eventually go looking for him, they know the people who frequent the woods, I'm one of them, I'd immediately be a top subject, but for now my threat would remain a bluff. I needed to see how he would take it, a coward or a true force to be reckoned with, I should soon find out.

[rook]

Christoph Carlisle

why have you forsaken me?
in your eyes forsaken me
in your mind forsaken me
in your heart forsaken me

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Where are you? Huntsman of the forest. Intrepid warrior of the woods. He cares enough about this sacred sanctuary to threaten the life of anyone who endangers it. Obviously I'm a direct threat - A virus in his ecosystem. He's seeking to destroy this plague, directly threatening me with his bow.

His stealth annoys me. Like a shade he becomes one with the dappled kaleidoscope shadows that engulf the ground and trees. I stare at the spot when I last sighted him and I know that he has moved. I no longer see glimpses of retina bleeding from above. He has moved, like a true hunter. I'm not instinctual like he is. I don't know what he's up to, if he's sneaking up behind me or moving to a better vantage point, but I do know that he's on the prowl, and that's bad news for me.

"Look bruhddah, I'm on the ground now, don't let your eyes try to search for me dis time either. Keep in the direction ya facing or jah ganna find dis arrow attractive, and by dat I mean very close to heart."

[/i] The voice chants through the family of trees. He is on the ground, his voice is lower in that it's not coming from up above. He's hiding in the canopy somewhere, his bow probably aimed right where he says it will hit - My heart. That's the thing though. Christoph Carlisle doesn't have a heart, and he never will. His threats are hollow because he knows that the moment he strikes me down, the torch will fall too, lighting up everything near it.

"You speaky English, pal? I call back, poking fun at his bizarre accent once more. He sounds alien, like he hails from some far away land. I suspect he's not of our district. Maybe he's a wanderer - Shaped by the outlands, the nowhere and the void. He is a hunter, so it wouldn't surprise me one bit. I call his bluff and take my eyes off of that little spot high up in the trees, scanning ground level and opening my arms wide.

"We both know what happens if I go down..." I begin, a wry smile on my devilish face, "If I go down, this place lights up!" Now it's my turn to threat. Of course, I'm terrified that he'll shoot me down but part of me knows that he won't. Shooting me down would defeat the object of defending these woods. He needs to negotiate if he wants peace. He needs to be more than muscle.

This is what I love. I'm twisting this guy on the inside - Forcing him to make an impossible decision, a gamble that he can't take, but must. I've got him where I want him, and now it's up to him to continue this game of risk.

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father into your hands
i commend my spirit
father into your hands
why have you forsaken me?

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lyrics: System of a Down - "Chop Suey"

notes: Sorry this took a while, I've had a hectic few days o-o[/color]

[Envy]

We're jammin'
I wanna jam it wit you
We're jammin', jammin'
And I hope you like jammin' too

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It's done. He knows it and I know it, he's got me beat and there's nothing I can do about it. Why does he have to do this? The woods never hurt nobody. These types of actions won't stand even if I am being forced to surrender to someone who obviously has many more issues than I do. "Look I tink we both know how dis is gonna end, whether I like it or not I am going to drop my bow and talk to you, okey smokey?" I escape my hiding spot and show myself to this boy. I feel vulnerable but honest, now that I can see his body language he scares me less and less.

"Look my name is Hoa and like I said before I don't really know your life and I don't expect to understand it very quickly either but I am willing to listen." Talking never hurt anyone, maybe all this confused soul needs is someone to voice his problems to.

The woods speak to him just as much as they speak to me. Never quite letting us know what they want. Teasing us with ideas of things they need but really don't. Keeping my sanity in mind while trudging around the woods is probably the easiest thing for me to do while I am out here. I don't get that vibe from this young man. He is tap dancing on his last sane nerve, and the part that scares me most about that. I think he likes it.

Ain't no rules, ain't no vow, we can do it anyhow
I and I will see you through,
'Cos every day we pay the price with a little sacrifice
Jamming till the jam is through.

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