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Clyde Cloversmith|17|Male|Single -Bio?[/color][/url]

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Hunting season was going to be harder for Clyde in District 9. Rotten. The cold, crisp air would blister his hands when he held onto his metallic bow and arrow too long. And his feet would freeze, so at home, his dad would have to help him heat them up using boiled water. Whatever the scenario was, it would most likely be harder and more of a challenge for the lonely kid in District 9. And not only him, but all the people who have to work here, too. I should be grateful, at least I'll get used to different types of tempatures.

[/i]But truth be told, Clyde was already used to all the different seasons, it was just they changed so quickly it seemed sometimes, and he didn't have enough time to get comfortable with them.

Walking through the woods, there wasn't really much animals to see now, most of them were 'hibernating' something where an animal gets to sleep through the hardest time of the year. Lucky them. Thought Clyde. Truthfully, Clyde couldn't tell if that was sarcastic or true, since the tone was all 'Thank you caption obvious!' but he was also like 'Oh, I wish I got to do that.' so Clyde decided to think it was a wishing/jealousy quote. Since he was both of those things. Mason quickly saw a rabbit, and shot it with an arrow. You could hear faint whimper as it made contact with the cute, white animal. "Is there any more of you guys around?" Clyde said in a mocking tone, and sure enough he saw another one and shot it. That was two of these furry animals dead. Clyde kept stalking through the forest looking for something else. Maybe I should rest now So, that's exactly what he did. He found a tree and slumped down next to it. Sure, the tree wasn't exactly a hotspot for 'cool kids' but, it was a bit warmer, since there were other trees surrounding it.

"I really should have taken an extra jacket, but of course, I forgot." Even though Clyde was wearing his warmest jacket, he was still feeling bitter cold. But this was a better place to nestle and such. The leaves were almost all gone, most of them either flew away or decomposed over the short period in which fall turns into the frosty winter. The only reason Clyde would ever like the winter is because that means spring is coming around the corner, his favorite time of the year. But first he has to put up with one of the hardest times.[/size][/blockquote]

(ooc-done, anyone can post.

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Saskia made slow movements through the trees, carefully placing each step so that she didn't make any sound. All she had on her was a knife, and even then it was a poor quality. She sucked her breath in to keep her stealth but stopped a moment to pull her over sized coat more tightly around her.

Her feet were bare, but Saskia really didn't mind that much. They had long lost their smoothness and, frankly, she couldn't see them why should she care? They were better use to her like this than pretty and weak.


Saskia snapped out of her train of thought when her ears caught something not to far from where she was standing. A voice, male. Saskia turned towards it as it spoke more. She started for the voice, maybe it was someone she knew, or maybe it was someone whom she could steal from. Either way it meant good news.


"I really should have taken an extra jacket, but of course, I forgot." The voice said. Was there a second person there? Saskia hadn't heard another voice. It was common for hunters in the woods to talk to themselves, something Saskia had never quiet understood. Must be a seeing person thing.


Timidly, not knowing if this was a friend or a foe yet, Saskia walked towards the voice. She decided to play the "poor blind girl lost in the woods" as bait. That usually gets a nibble. Breaking her one rule she lived by int he woods she spoke out.
"Hello?"

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CLYDE CLOVERSMITH

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As soon as Clyde heard a girl's faint voice say "Hello?" he knew he wasn't the only one in the woods today. Clyde then spotted a girl, one he never saw in school before. She had white eyes. And then it hit Clyde, She's blind. He probably never saw her in school because she couldn't see, so how would she learn math and all that. Clyde examined the girl a bit more closely.

She was wearing nothing on her feet, leaving them looking a little dirty. On her torso she was covered with a coat, but it was a little too big for her. On her hand she gripped a weapon that probably isn't easy for her, but she had the patience to learn to use it, a knife. It glistened dimly in the dull winter light. This is when Clyde decided to reply. "Hi," Clyde started, "Do you want some help?" Clyde felt bad for this girl, he might as well be nice to her.

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Saskia had to hold back a grin. It worked perfectly. It must be someone she hadn't met, or else he would have called her by name and knew her game. She took another step towards the voice.

"Do you want some help?" He said. Or at least it sounded like a he. Saskia walked forward more, putting out her hand to try to feel around on the trees trying to complete her stereotypical, helpless blind girl.


"I seem to be a little lost," she said, reaching out until her hand hit something warm. The boy's shoulder. "What's your name?"


He was sitting on the ground, and after discovering his shoulder, Saskia sat down next to him. She sniffed the air and smelt fresh blood. He had a kill. Perfect.




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The girl seems a bit suspicious to Clyde. Her voice had a faint sweetness to it, but it was also in a sly type of way. But then again, he never met her before, and that could be her normal voice. "I seem to be a little lost," said the girl, and as she slowly walked closer to him, he could make out her brown hair. "What's your name?" The girl finished her sentence by putting her hand on Clyde's shoulder.

That didn't make him feel uncomfortable, he was helping a blind girl. Maybe she was the kind who might not like charity cases, but this wasn't really like that, just sort of like a friend was helping out another friend. Just before he was about to talk, he heard her sniff. Clyde looked at her closely, her face was blank with expression. "My name? It's Clyde." he started saying, "What's yours?"

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"My name? It's Clyde." Saskia gave a small smile as he talked. Clyde, that was the name of a famous criminal that one of her brothers had told her about. Bonnie and Clyde, they lived a long time ago and robbed numerous banks.

"What's yours?" Saskia almost didn't hear the second part, she was to busy day dreaming about dead crooks. Saskia held up her arm to shake his hand but didn't quite know how close they were sitting. Her hand hit something, perhaps his chest. Saskia made a small "oops" noise and pulled her arm back, but still had her hand offered.

"Hello Clyde, I'm Saskia," She said, smiling again. For good measure she added a small shiver even though she wasn't quite cold enough to be bothered by it.
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He felt the girls hand hit his chest, she let out a faint "oops!" After that, she revealed her name. In Clyde's opinion, she had a pretty name. Clyde secretly liked names that were unique, and Clyde doubts there are other people named Saskia. He felt the girls hand hit his chest, she let out a faint "oops!" Clyde didn't know what she was trying to do. Maybe do like, one of those friendly punches and what-not. Maybe just a spasm. Or maybe a friendly handshake.

Beside him, Clyde felt the girl shiver. "Are you cold he asked?" Clyde truthfully wouldn't mind sharing his jacket or something.

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"Are you cold?" Clyde asked. Score! Saskia lowered her hand, apparently he wasn't the hand shake type. However a little hand shake was not what Saskia was after. She sniffed again, trying to blend it into another shiver that racked through her whole body.
"It's not too bad," She said, crossing her arms and shivering again.
She could smell it. The freshly dead animals, small game she assumed. The only question was, how was she going to get it? Saskia, took a deep breath, trying to conceal it by hunching over, hugging her coat. They were on the other side of Clyde, maybe. Saskia felt her stomach rumble and she wanted to shush it.
"Well maybe a little."

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Clyde can tell the girl is lying when she says maybe a little. He can feel her body shivering. Clyde doesn't really know what to do, all he thinks of doing is sharing his jacket, which is going to be a hard task. "Can you be still for a second?" Clyde asked. And he wraps the jacket around her body. Clyde felt instantly nice. And he felt a little warmer. This was his favorite jacket for one reason. It radiated body heat, so his warmth, and what warmth Saskia had left, was mixed together.
Leaving Clyde way warmer than before.

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Saskia had to control her giddiness when she felt something being pulled around her. His jacket, she presumed. It was a lot warmer than she though it would be, Saskia was right next to him and a small part of her brain made blood rush to her cheeks. Absurd! This was a mission Saskia, you can't go around- wait. This was also something she could use to her advantage. Oh when you're born a blind girl, things just come easily to you.
Saskia did like the coat, it made her realize that before she might have actually been cold. Quickly, she remembered her manners.
"Thank you," she said, pulling her legs underneath her. "It is very kind of you."

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(ooc-since blitzing is over, can we do longer posts? well i'll try to.)

When Clyde pulled the jacket over her, I didn't only feel warmer, Saskia did too. Clyde could easily tell, she wasn't shivering as much. Then Clyde remembered how he used to act, shy, and quiet to strangers. He felt open to this girl, maybe because she was someone who needed help and maybe wasn't used to getting treated to so nicely. Clyde saw Saskia blush. "Thank you," she started, he felt her fidget and Clyde noticed her put her legs in a more lady-like fashion. "It is very kind of you."

"Oh!" He replied, Clyde was a little surprised, he thought at first she was acting mysterious, now she seemed nice. Average. Safe. "I noticed you didn't catch anything yet, I have two rabbits, you could have one. And please, it's no biggy, I'm sure someone as nice as you would do the same for me."

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What happened next made Saskia feel uneasy. He offered it. Clyde offered her part of his kill. She didn't even have to steal it. He just... gave it to her. Of course that's not the part that cut the deepest. "I'm sure someone as nice as you would do the same for me."
As nice as me. Saskia tilted her head down, suddenly she did not want the rabbit. Was this nice? Was she acting nice? All she had said was thank you, is that enough to give away part of your salary? It didn't sit right with her and finally she had to ask the question that was gnawing away at her. If she didn't, Saskia would forever be confused.
"Thank you so much," came out instead. Her tone was a bit flat, hinting at what she really wanted to say, but could she actually ask that? If she did she would end up telling him that the whole reason she was talking to him and being so "nice" was to steal from him. Saskia might be confused on what "nice" meant but she was eighty percent certain Clyde fit the bill. Oh the turmoil going on in her head, sometimes she wished other people could read her mind, then she would not have to debate whether to tell them or not. It would make life a whole lot easier.

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Clyde that maybe he shouldn't have asked that. For some reason Saskia seemed a little shiftier than before. "Thank you so much," Saskia started saying, her voice trailing off a bit. Clyde examined her face a bit more while he was waiting for her to finish her sentence. The only thing Clyde could really concentrate on was how her pale skin sort of contrasted against the sky, which was slowly getting darker. Then, Clyde started feeling warmer, nicer. Even if she did say no to the rabbit, he still would have done a very generous thing, and plus, he talked to somebody. So Clyde was fine with any answer she was going to say.

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Clyde was waiting for an answer and he was just going to have to wait some more. Saskia was chewing on her bottom lip like nothing else, the cold licked at the sore she tore open but her mind was on other things.

Being a Hamilton, Saskia really wanted to accepted the gift and make off with it before she changed her mind, but this stupid kid screwed with her head. He called her "nice." She couldn't recall any time in her life when she was referred to as being "nice." It was a foreign word with no hold on her, it hadn't for the last sixteen years- so why now? She wrapped her arms around herself trying to think. Did she want to take the higher road and try to make up for all the stealing she had done in the past? Did she want to refuse it and let Clyde go home and feed his family?
Did she want to be nice?

Hell no.

"It is very generous of you, my family will be extremely grateful," she said, trying to regain the "Sweet little blind girl" voice but still sounded shaky. For a little something extra she added. "If you ever need anything, just call on me."

Like she was ever going to see that kid again in her life. Wait, lets rephrase that- they'd never run into each other again.

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Clyde saw the girl thinking. He saw her bite her lip, a lot. After a lot of thinking, she finally said, "It is very generous of you, my family will be extremely grateful," she made a decision, at least. Her voice was shaky, a little bitter, maybe she was still cold. "If you ever need anything, just call on me." Why was she going to leave now, what did I do? Thought Clyde, because he truthfully didn't know. "Wait, don't you want to stay here a little longer. It's boring alone out here, you know. Maybe she would like to stay with Clyde. Clyde really didn't care. It's not like her liked the girl.