Moon light painting(Axel)

[Nitya Demont]

Nitya drifted across the shore of the beach. Her feet barely left impressions in the sand as she moved across it. The air was frigid, but she didn't care. She enjoyed cooler weather. The only unfortunate thing was that she had not dressed for it at all. She was wearing shorts and a tank top and held her flip flops as well as a paint set in her hands. None of it was really cold weather material, but to be fair she had not originally planned on walking away from her home. It had been one of those spur of the moment instances.

All she'd done was go outside to check the family's personal nets. However, the moment she'd seen the moon rising in the sky in such a way that sent light dancing on the waves, she knew she wanted to attempt to paint it. Besides, it had been a little tense in her house lately. This had been the perfect chance to escape for just a little while, so she had grabbed her paints from their hiding place under the house and left. She hadn't wanted to go back inside the house to grab anything else since she might have gotten stuck there. Of course now she was regretting it a little.

However, she didn't go back. She knew her family wouldn't worry too much; she was a bit of a free spirit and often went on walks at night. Now she was just wandering around with no real direction. She saw the lights from some of the boats that were still on the water, and she wondered what it would be like when she had a boat of her own. It must feel like having a little freedom.

As she was walking, a figure caught her eye. The way the figure stood out against the water made her stop. Without really thinking about how creeperish it would look for her to do what she was about to do, she sat down and got out her paints. It was pretty dark, but she was just able to make out what she was doing. She watched the figure and started to sketch and paint. She was oblivious to the cold, but she was aware that the person was getting closer.

For an instant, she considered jumping up and getting out of there, but something made her stop from doing that. Instead, she continued on until she felt that the figure was close enough to see that they were being observed. Carefully she put her painting down and sat back on her hands and looked towards the ocean. She wondered if the person would come up, and for an instant she considered calling out, but she didn't want to be more creepy.

[Anna Banana]

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It was late, the sun had already fallen below the horizon. The moon was overhead casting it's pale light across the landscape. In truth he should be sleeping preparing for the next days work, but he had some things to do on his ship. It wasn't much, a small fishing boat that could crew about ten people, most of the crew was made up of his friends, the others were volunteers. Today had been a bad day though, with fall in full swing having a good haul was rare. Usually only the veteran ships could get anything worth while. He was determined to get his boat ready for the next days voyage. However, he was easily distracted, he kept looking out across the water enjoying how it reflected the moon. It was magical to look at, and with it as quiet as it was he could think to.

He walked off of his ship and sat down in the sand. His debts were piling up, and with all the training he was doing for the games, he was stressed. He hadn't seen his family in so long, he lived in a small house next to the docks so he could get to work faster. The hours of training he put in on top of the hours he worked equaled a horrible time. He couldn't even remember the last time he had time to himself where he felt at peace. Everytime he was interrupted, it never failed, whether it was by Peacekeepers or his own schedule. Now it felt good to be out alone, it was just him and the water. That was were he felt most comfortable, when the water was around him. Standing up he walked into the water letting it flow against his feet, the feeling tide ebbing and flowing while he stood there was very calming. Closing his eyes he took a deap breath and let it our slowly, it truly was a peaceful night.

A couple of minutes past and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Someone was near, someone was watching him. But who would be out at this time, unless it was the Peacekeeper making his rounds. He turned around and began to walk inland keeping his eyes peeled for a person. Not that he knew exactly what he was looking for, it may not even be a person watching him, it wasn't uncommon for some feral cats to be wandering around. The feeling he got was definitely one of a person watching him though, and he was determined to find out who it was. A figure suddenly came into view infront of him, their features were undistinguishable at this distance, but they were definitely human. He continued forward and made out a girl, her age was hard to tell, but she looked relaxed. She was leaning back and watching the ocean, not unlike he was a few minutes ago. Reaching her he took in her features as best he could in the pale moonlight, she was probably about his age, give or take a few years. She had a painting within arms reach, but he couldn't tell what it was of, and he didn't want to seem rude by asking her. Instead he sat down next to her and tried to strike up a conversation.

Hey, my names Panama, what's yours? Bet you weren't expecting someone to be out here right now were you. I had some stuff to do on my ship before I hit the sack, and I guess I got a bit distracted by the water and stuff.

He extended his hand out to her and flashed her a smile hoping she didn't think he was like a freak or something.

[Nitya Demont]

The figure came closer, and Nitya could begin to make out more features. It was a guy that seemed a little familiar, but she wasn't positive about that. Of course, it was easy for people to look familiar since one might catch a glimpse of anybody in the district at market or other places. It was clear that she had never met him before though. He kept coming towards her, and she wondered if he had seen her painting or what. If he had and asked her about it, she'd have to admit she'd been painting him into the picture which would sound a little strange. Heck of a first impression to make.

She was not sure exactly what she had expected, but she had not expected him to sit next to her and start chatting right away. He was quite friendly as he introduced himself, and she rather liked it. She also liked his name; it was an unusual one, but it definitely fit him. Still, though he was friendly, it didn't change the fact that Nitya was usually a rather guarded and shy person when it came to new people. However, she did extend her hand out to him and grasp it.

"Nitya. My name's Nitya," she answered softly. "No, I can't say I was expecting anyone. Bit late for it." She paused and looked down at the sand between them. After a moment, she spoke and this time at a regular conversation level. "What sort of ship do you have?" she asked with interest.

Her eyes swept quickly down the beach as she waited for the reply. She hadn't noticed it before, but she thought she could just make out the shadow of a ship a little further away then he had been when she'd first caught sight of him. Of course, she couldn't make out anything about it. Perhaps he was a fisherman of some sort or worked for one. It was always hard to say what people did here, there were so many random jobs that needed doing when it came to fishing.

Once she'd pulled her eyes from the ship, she took a closer look at Panama. The moon was bright enough where she could just make out a few things about him. He was fairly muscular so he clearly worked out in some fashion. His face was quite handsome, and she felt his eyes were very kind. Color was hard to tell with the light. All in all he was quite handsome.

"Do you often wonder out here?" she asked suddenly. She couldn't remember ever seeing him, but it might be nice to have a wondering partner whenever she went out on these walks.

[Anna Banana]

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She responded very tentatively to his inquiries, first by saying her name was Nitya. She really made no attempt to meet his eyes instead letting them rove around the landscape around her. He was unsure whether this was due to her being afraid of him, or just shy. Either way he wasn't going to force her to look at him, just the fact that she was talking to him was a plus for him. The silence was beginning to get to him though, and he was about to say something just to break the silence, but she began talking again, this time much more confident. Of all things for her to ask she wanted to know what kind of ship he had. Normally girls didn't really care what ship he had, they only wanted to know if he had alot of money from it. He was pleased by the change in topic though, he liked to talk about his ship. His ship was his life now, and whenever anyone took an interest he was happy to oblige them.

I have a fishing ship, well actually it's on loan from the mayor. I bought it off of him, and I have to pay off the debt. Than I have debts to the Peacekeepers, I won't even go into that story though. Back to my ship, I use it every morning, head out at five in the morning and come back at 5 in the afternoon. I haven't been getting much though despite the time I'm putting in. The more experienced sailors always get the best hauls, and I'm stuck with maybe a few leftover fish. It's hard to pay off debts like that. Than with all the training I do for the games I don't have much time to properly prepare for the next days voyage.

He could blather on all day about his life, it wasn't proper though. Plus, he had always been on the secretive side, his life was his own usually. He guessed that the fact he was telling her so much was that he really needed someone to talk to. It wasn't often that someone else was out here, for apparently the same reasons as he. Just needed to get away from everything and look at the world without all the hustle and bustle of the distirict around you. He was rewarded by these thoughts when she asked if he came out here ofen. Maybe infact she did also as he had presumed. It would be nice to have someone to talk to if she did.

Yeah, I come out here often enough. It gives me a chance to think about what happened during the day without any interruption from anyone or anything. The calming sound of the water also helps me reach a level of calm that is impossible to reach during the day. Sometimes I like it to be just me, my ship, and the gentle ebb and flow of the tide.

He looked more closely at the girl and decided she was a nice girl as far as first impressions went. She was attractive, far more attractive than most other girls of the ditrict. She was obviously an artist by the pad he had seen earlier, and she looked the part of one to. Her eyes seemed to speak volumes, like they had stories to tell of the things she had drawn, and he was interested in hearing them.

I'm interested in knowing more about you Nitya, like what made you become an artist, and why you're out here to. Not that I'm complaining, I like to have company out here, it's nice to know I'm not the only one who comes out here.

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[Nitya Demont]

She was definitely impressed that he had a ship even if it was on loan. Not many could afford or had the ability to get their own ship these days. Debt on the other hand was quite common in the district; she supposed that helped people stay in control. He was definitely dedicated to fishing; even some of the bigger fishing companies didn't go out at 5; they usually waited until six or seven. She knew how hard it was for independent fishers. She wondered if he would consider going out with one of the bigger fishers' boats. The pay was quite good. That along with her family's shop helped them survive.

"I really admire you," she told him with a smile. "It takes a pretty determined person to keep at it like that. Sometime, if you ever want to or need to, you can come to some of my family's fishing spots. We always share our places with people that need it." We were one of the extremely lucky ones that had been able to afford buying a designated fishing spot when it had been less expensive than it was now. As such we shared the wealth; it was done as secretively as possible though. It wasn't against the law, but it was frowned on.

His mention of training for the games got me curious. "What do you train at most?" She knew it differed across everybody in the district. They were always expected to do well; it was a large responsibility. As much as she hated the games, she still took them quite seriously. She didn't go to the training school anymore; she had grown out of that, but she trained with people from there often in a variety of different areas. She realized she was speckling him with questions, so she bit her lip to keep herself silent.

Her eyes went to the nigh sky again. Stars glittered above them, and the moon shone on their faces. The air was getting colder and turning their breath into small little clouds in front of them. It really was a nice evening. Her mind wondered to somebody that had been on her mind a lot, but she quickly caught herself and brought herself back. It was nice to hear that he came out often. Although, she had to wonder why she hadn't seen her before.

He asks about me, and I feel myself tense up slightly. I don't like talking about myself very much. It just isn't in my nature; however, it would be rude to not answer him. He is being quite nice, and he doesn't have to be sitting here with me.

"It's more of a hobby," I say and pause as I think about how it started. "My mother always loved art; she was always drawing things with charcoal. I guess that's how it started. Kind of hard to be an artist in these times though. I'm out here because I needed to get away from the house. I love my family, but things are a little tense right now.I always go on walks though, so this isn't unusual for me. I'm surprised I haven't seen you before." I shiver slightly as the breeze picks up for a moment. "So, how about you? family wise I mean."

It's probably the most I've said to somebody I just met in a while.

[Anna Banana]

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She was nice, nicer than anyone he had ever met. It was funny how just having a boat had an impact on her, he liked it though, she was the first person to even acknowledge it. She had even offered to share her families fishing spot with him, it was almost to good to be true, he could go with her families fleet and work in their spot. Naturally he would give a share of his catch to her family in payment, even if they didn't ask for it, to pay them back for the favor. He didn't even have time to respond to her before she asked him a question. She wanted to know what he trained at the most, it was hard to pinpoint exactly what he trained at the most, but something was standing out in his mind.

I train at combat the most, weapon of choice the trident. Not sure if I would be able to get my hands on a trident in the games, but if I'm used to the wieght of the trident I can wield any weapon.

After he had spoken it grew silent around them again, and he looked out at the stars that seemed to be resting on the water. He was used to the silence, long had it been his friend and ally. Suddenly, and yet not surprisingly she spoke up again. It was almost as if she was afraid to talk to him, and she had to get up the nerve to tell him about herself. She explained to him her love of art, and how it wasn't unusual to find her out for walks around this time. She expressed surprise at having not seen him, and honestly he was surprised he had never seen her, and than she asked about his family. He tensed up a little at the question, his family had never been a good subject for him, but he felt he owed her a responce.

My family, huh, well I've never gotten along well with my family. They never seemed to get anything I did, perhaps it was because I was a rebel, I'm not sure. Either way I haven't seen them in a long time, almost three years I think. I ran away and got my own place close to the docks. It's not much but it's home to me. I used to be close with my family, and sometimes I want to go back, but I know that even if I did, things wouldn't be good between us. It's just me, my boat, and a couple of my friends that hang out, they're my new family.

His voice trailed off at the end of his talk, and he just staired out at the water before him. He became lost in his thoughts, just looking around him, but not seeing what was before him. He only became aware when his eyes fell upon the painting that Nitya had started. The colors were beautiful, and she had captured what she was aiming to with perfection.

It's a beautiful picture Nitya, I'm sure you're mom would be proud of it. I've never seen a better picture in my life. I'll make sure you don't have to stop being an artist, no matter how hard times get, the world would miss your perspective.

He wasn't trying to be romantic with her, he was being honest. The picture had made an impact on him, and he wanted her to know it.

[Nitya Demont]

The fact that he prefers the trident doesn't surprise her in the least. Quite a few of the District choose that to work with, but it is for good reason. Still, she had to admire him like she did other trident wielders. It was a really good weapon to be proficient in. He did have a point; the trident did get them ready for the use of most weapons. That was often what made those from 4 most deadly was their ability to adapt quickly to different weapons.

"I think that's a good choice. Wish I was better with the trident; I can handle a spear, but for some reason I've never been good with a trident even though I like them and have tried training with them." Actually, one of the scars she had was from a trident accident, but she didn't share that with him. She didn't want to make a fool out of herself.

In the silence, she felt as though she should be talking, but she bit her tongue. Her nerves often made her more chatty than she needed to be at any given time. She was thankful that she at least was showing him her nervous side rather than her aloof and 'scary' side that sometimes came out when she was nervous. Both were defenses since she was shy when she first met people. She was still slightly nervous, but every time she managed to get words out, they came out less stilted and more like actual conversation.

She felt rather bad about hitting on the subject of family once he told her about how he didn't get along with them and didn't even see them anymore. It was very admirable that he made his own way after that. She wasn't sure that she would've been able to without help. Of course, it was good to hear that he didn't just live all alone. It sounded like a rather lonely life if he did.

"It sounds like an interesting life," she said. "Sorry if bringing up your family was bad. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." She was silent after that, a little unsure of what to say or ask next, but for some reason this time the silence didn't feel heavy to her. It just felt like a natural pause in conversation. Apparently she was getting a little more comfortable.

Both remained silent for a while. Then Panama made a comment about her painting. She looked down at it and blushed. For a moment she couldn't speak. When she found her voice, it came out soft. "Thank you, Panama. I appreciate that; you don't have to do that though." She wondered what he would to to make sure she wouldn't have to stop, but she didn't ask. His sentiment was so nice.

Since he knew about her painting, she decided to ask him a question. "So do you have any hobbies like painting or anything?" she asked. She knew that most people didn't have too much time for things like that in the District, but sometimes they did things just whenever they had a free moment. She shivered again slightly, but she made herself concentrate on Panama which seemed to help.

[Anna Banana]

It was funny, she didn't look like a fighter to him, though it was easy for looks to decieve. She looked more artistic than warrior, it was easy to see why she loved painting, whether her mother had or not. Just the way her eyes looked at the world around her said she looked at things a different way than most, she could find the beauty in anything. The fact that she was an artist combined with her skill with a spear, she must be quiet the girl. At least she was different than most of the other girls in the district, not as flighty as the rest. Once they were finished with the talk of weapons though another silence settled between them. Though to him the silence wasn't uncomfortable to bear, there was something nice about it, like they both felt they didn't have to say a word to eachother to be in one another's company.

Suddenly she broke the silence though and issued an apology for bringing up his family. A small smile creased his lips, there was no need for her to aplogize. He didn't get along with his family at all, never really had, the only famliy he needed was the friends he made. Just as quickly as she had broken the silence the world fell silent again. Still it seemed so natural to him, like there was no need to break the silence. Turning his head slightly to get a look at her face in the moonlight he could see she was thinking. The look on her face was cute when she though, as if she was thinking of what to say next, the feelings she had written plainly on her face. Maybe this perception was wrong, but that's what it looked like to him.

Her voice broke the silence again to ask him if he had any hobbies like her painting. Infact he did, but not to many people knew about it, he was a poet, he loved to write about things as he saw them. Each day he would write a new poem based off of what he saw that day. Clearing his throat he sought the right words to explain his hobby without seeming weak. "Well....I....write poetry, I write it about the things I see or do. The stillness of the water, the waves lapping gently against the shore, they all speak to me, kinda like you and your painting. My art is through the interpritation of words, while yours is visual." Turning to her he saw a shiver course through her body, and moving closer to her put his arms around her. He wasn't sure if the gesture would come off the way he wanted it to, he was just trying to make sure she was warm. Moving away to slip his own thin coat off he draped it over her shoulders and put his arm around her again.

It was silent again, only the sound of the waves moving against the beach broke the silence. The moon rose overhead casting a faint light around the two of them, a thin veil of clouds leaving their shadows dancing around they. It wasn't the night he had planned, but he was happy to have some company out here.

(OOC:Sorry if this is lame, and I'm sorry it took so long to post, I'll change it if you want.)

[Nitya Demont]

Nitya smiled as he spoke about poetry. She had felt sure that he did something artistic, but she wasn't sure what that might be since the district honestly didn't have many opportunities for things like that. Poetry was something that she liked; it wasn't something she could do herself, but she knew nice poetry when she heard it. Though she had of course never heard any of his work, simply by the way he spoke about it led her to believe that he was in all likelihood quite good. He sounded the way she felt about painting, and she knew that she'd found a kindred spirit. It was a nice feeling.

"I've always like poetry," she told him with a smile. "You're the first person I've met who actually wrote it, though. Can I hear some at some point? It's ok if you'd rather I didn't, but I'd really like to." She didn't want to push him too hard about it, but it couldn't hurt to ask. Panama was definitely interesting to her, and she was feeling more and more at ease around him. Of course, she still had to work on feeling a little more comfortable in silence.

He scooted closer and put an arm around her, and her shivering stopped. The movement didn't seem like anything other than a guy just helping out somebody who was cold. She smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks, I wasn't really dressed right for the weather." She looked out towards the far horizon; a few clouds were gathering, and she wondered if snow was on the way. That would be nice even if it made things a little more difficult.

"You know, I don't think I ever saw you in school," she said. "Or at least we never officially met there. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" She was curious to see if she had somehow missed getting to know him in school. There were millions of other questions she wanted to ask, but she didn't want to chatter too much at him. That wouldn't make for the best impression.

OOC: No problem. Take as long as you need. I like rping with you, so it's worth the wait.

[Anna Banana]

Panama laughed a little at her interest in his poetry. Sure it was hard to find someone who was artistic in any fashion around here, but he felt sure he wasn't the only one she knew. Though on the inside he couldn't help but feel pleased, finally someone who didn't think that his poetry was foolish. Than on top of that she wanted to hear some of it, that part made him blush a little, good thing it was dark out so she couldn't see it. He had never read any of his poetry to anyone, they judged to much based on the fact he wrote it, he didn't need to add to it by reading any of it to them. Though for Nitya he may just set aside his pride and read some of it to her.

He chuckled under his breath when she mention how she wasn't dress properly for the weather. He looked at her and couldn't help but agree, though he wasn't always dressed properly for things either. Besides it gave him an excuse to move closer to her, and get his arm around her. As her gaze fell out upon the horizon he allowed his own gaze to follow hers. As the moon cast its gentle light over the district and against the horizon he could make out clouds forming. They had the shape and transparency of a snow storm, and silently he hoped it wouldn't come. Snow would make a mess of the fishing schedule, and even the pockets that he knew good fishing was. Though it would make for a great picture for Nitya, so maybe it wasn't all bad. Breaking him away from his thoughts he became aware that she was asking him why she hadn't seen him around at school. Shamefully he had quit, there just wasn't enough time for him to fish, train, AND do the schooling.

Well, I haven't been to school in a few years actually. I'm eighteen, one more year to try and get into the games and pay off my debts. I'd have to say that the last lesson I had at school was like....three years ago. I just couldn't deal with the time involved in my fishing, training, and the schooling. I'm by no means dumb though, I'm street smart and I have enough knowledge to carry me through life. What I don't know I'll learn throughout my life from people who do.

The seemed to hesitate, as if there was more she wanted to ask. If she wanted to ask she should, he had lots of time, and he didn't mind talking to her. It was a good change of pace to have someone to talk to that actually talked instead of the silence of his other friends.

[Nitya Demont]

She felt her face flush a little when he laughed, but she did manage to smile shyly at him. Hopefully he didn't notice the blush since it was dark outside. It had been the truth. Others were artistic, but they did things like play music or drew; none of them were really writers of poetry. It was something new, and it was something she appreciated. Plus, a chance to get to chat with him again would be nice since she hardly ever was able to speak with others without scaring them off.

His arm was now around her, and she simply settled into it. He was a nice guy. Plus, many of her guy friends would do the same. She didn't read into it. It was rather peaceful just so sit there, and questioning things didn't always need to happen. She was content with just looking out at the clouds that hinted at snow. She loved the snow; it did make it hard here at times, but it was wonderful. However, it would be nice if it held off for a while so that the residents of four could get some more fishing done and get some stores set up.

"Oh really? That must be why then." I am surprised that he's been out that long. Most people can't manage to swing that. Honestly, I'm a little jealous. "So, you'd volunteer for the games?" I ask since that what it sounds like. One could pay off their debt playing in them, but that seems like a fairly large risk. "Well, I never thought you were dumb. I know there's more to life than just school smarts. That's not really what we survive on here. I like your approach about learning from those who do."

Once again, silence stretches. Only, it isn't feeling as awkward as it was before. It feels natural to me. Still, eventually I break it again. "Do you want to stay here?" I ask. "Do you think of other places?" It's the one question I always ask after I feel like I can talk to people. Normally that takes a while, but it hasn't with Panama. I guess that's why I'm asking him so early.

[Anna Banana]

It was nice to have some company out here at this time of night. The lonely nights had been getting to him, day in and day out only his crew members to talk to. By the time he got back from the days expedition he didn't have anyone to talk to because they were closing up shop. Turning his head he took in Nitya again, he wanted to get a better read on her, there was something different about her that he liked. Maybe it was her attitude, or maybe it was that glint in her eyes, either way though he was interested in getting to know this girl. For now she was asking all the questions, but when the time was right he would begin asking her the questions.

It was nice to know she wasn't judgemental either, most of the people that knew he had dropped out told him that he was foolish. They just didn't understand though, they didn't have the same things to worry about that he did. Being a teen alone, working on a boat that was loaned to him, and than training for the games, it was to much. "Yeah, I'd probably volunteer for the games, I need the money desperately. I mean my life if it keeps going the way it is will be a trainwreck before I reach twenty. I'm glad you don't think I'm dumb though, I mean most people assume I am from the lack of schooling. You should try my approach though, it really does work. I could probably teach you a thing or two, I mean I wouldn't mind spending more time with you."

It was an innocent enough statement, he did want to spend more time with her. Looking at her again she looked exactly like how he imagined a fairy would look. There was a sparkle in her eyes that was visible even in the darkness of the night. Her shy exterior seemed to shelter a much more open person, she just was wary of new faces it seemed. Though she seemed to warm up pretty well to him, she was opening up even more to him, asking questions, he's thought it before and he thought it again, it was nice to have someone to talk to.

Another silence settled between them, though each time it did it seemed less awkward to him. Eventually though the spell was broken by the sweet sound of her voice asking whether he wanted to get away from here. Boy did he ever want to get out, he wanted to see the world, meet people from other districts, just have a life outside of District 4. "I think of other places, I wonder if the sunset we watch each day is the same in each one of our sister districts. Sometime I take the time to ponder what life is like outside of the status quo set up for us by the Capital. I mean it's not all bad life here in District 4, but I feel like I'm missing something you know?" He cast his gaze out to the horizon lost in the thougts of what life would be like outside of "home". Sometimes he was jealous of the wanderers, free from the oppression of the Capital.

[Nitya Demont]

Nita wondered what it must be like for Panama. He had a certain form of freedom that she hadn't always had, but at the same time she wondered if he ever got lonely. She knew that she would if she was in his place. Of course, right now she felt that she was almost always busy, so there was never time to feel lonely particularly with three brothers at home. there was always somebody to talk to or something to do even if it was just lay there and talk to one another to the early hours.

With a pensive look on her face, she considered his answer. She could definitely volunteer if it was for one of her friends or something, but she wasn't sure that she could volunteer just to volunteer. That definitely made him braver than her. "Hey, all it takes is one thing to put your life on track," she tells him with a smile. "I'd hate for you to go off to the games since we just met." She was being honest with him; she felt as though she had just gained a good friend and didn't to lose him. "If you did volunteer, I'm sure you'd be great though."

Assumptions were definitely something that Nitya knew all about. Just because she happened to be a little thin, people automatically thought she was weak. In fact, she had a great deal of strength and was one of the fastest runners in District 4. "I don't believe making assumptions is the right thing to do. You miss out on so much that way. Well, I don't go to school anymore either, so I wouldn't mind learning from you," she answered with a smile. He seemed like a nice guy, and she enjoyed learning new things.

She thought some of the things that he did. District 4 was one of the better districts, but there was clearly so much more out there. Still, she had so much that she couldn't leave here. "Sometimes I feel like that," she said slowly. "I feel like I'm missing places and experiences I guess as opposed to people. I mean, I know I'd meet others if I were to ever get to see outside of this district, but I'm not lacking in friends or love her." She wondered if she was making sense. Sometimes, she tended to just sort of follow her thoughts out loud without really thinking about whether or not what she was saying made since. "I do want to see what it's like in other places though. A little adventure would be nice."

[Anna Banana]

It was nice to know that he wasn't the only one who had dreams of getting out of the district. For a while he thought that he was strange for wanting it, but having at least one person who felt the same way he did...it was nice. He liked that she wanted adventure though, ask anyone else and they would be to afraid, but just the two of them they could say as the pleased without fear of judgement. With it just being the two of them right now they were as free as the ebb and flow of the tide, constant and unwavering in their wishes and dreams. Quiet when they needed to be and yet one of the loudest forces given the proper push. Pushing himself off the ground he took Nitya's hand and helped her up, and looking into her face he smiled at her.

Do you want to move closer to the water Nitya, I like to hear the sound of the waves. They've always been a comfort to me, whenever I feel alone or sad I just walk out to the shoreline and listen to the waves. You know, in a way, if you listen really hard the ocean tells it's story. Panem is surrounded by water, this makes it one of the only things in the world that knows what's going on. Sometimes if you're really lucky it will wash ashore a fragment of the last story that was told to it.

He let his voice fade away, it really was a silly notion, perhaps it was the poet in him speaking. He did always have a knack for looking at things to deeply, or in a way that no one else did. Maybe it was because he hated to be "normal", either way he had never fit in with anyone else, that's why he had left his family, and he didn't have alot of friends. Though Nitya was different, he felt at ease around her, like he could talk about anything to her. Never before had anyone gotten that level of respect or ease from him, usually he didn't open up until he really knew someone.

Looking over at Nitya again he moved a little closer to her and put his arm around her. Yes, it was very nice to have a friend he could talk to without fear of being judged. Hopefully she felt the same way around him, it would be strange, but not unbearable if he was the only one who felt he could talk about anything. Though she appeared to be opening up to him, their conversations didn't seem awkward or forced. He felt like maybe she trusted him, and he liked that. Gazing back out across the water he listened to the waves, it was always so soothing to him, familiar.

[Nitya Demont]

Nitya took hold of Panama's hand and smiled up a little uncertainly at him. He was being so nice, and part of her didn't understand how he could be this nice to somebody he had just barely met, particularly one that was not a great conversationalist. It was wonderful. She was beginning to think that they were probably very similar. Perhaps that was why it was so easy to talk to him. Of course, she hadn't really revealed as much as he had, but they were talking about some things that it took a while to do normally.

"Sure, that's fine with me. Sometimes I do the same," Nitya answered. It was true; she often walked about near the water or swam in it. Both were very comforting in their own ways. Panama was right about the sound of the waves, but it was also calming to swim and duck one's head under the water. The stillness of the underwater world offered another source of comfort. "Have you ever found a fragment?" she asked as she dusted a bit of sand off of her body. Once in a while, people would find random things about the beach. It was interesting to think of where they might have come from.

She desperately wanted to know why it was that she could speak with such ease to him, but it seemed almost like she would jinx it if she said anything. Instead, she looked out again towards the water and started to move towards it. She was beginning to feel fidgety, and she wanted to move a little before she started twirling her hair or messing with her fingers. Those were habits that she preferred not to show to people.

His arm felt comforting though she wasn't sure what certain others would think about it. It was nice to have a friend that she could talk to though. "This is nice," she said softly. Her feet slowly walked across the sand near the waves. For a moment she was happy to just walk, and that's when an urge hit her. She wanted to go for a swim. Without really a word, she took off the vest she wore and dove into the water. It was something she did on a regular basis, so she did it without thinking about it. Only once she was in did she realize that she had probably just made a fool of herself.

"I don't suppose you'd want to join..." she called out.