Recollections of the Past (Open)

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

He found himself sitting at a school desk inside of District Twelve. He shouldn't have been there in the first place. It just wasn't his type of atmosphere. Too formal for his liking. "Samuel Webster. Please try to pay attention." The boy posing as Samuel Webster for the day looked up at the teacher's face. In an instant, he took in every wrinkle, fold, and twitch that the teacher showed on her face. 

The boy looked down at the text that they had been reading with amazing emerald green eyes and found where he was supposed to start. "The Dark Days ended with the bombing of District Thirteen..." Just at that moment, the bell rang and the teacher dismissed her students. The boy posing as Samuel got up to leave when he noticed an engraving in the wood of the desk. G.T. Gwen Turo. He was out the door before anyone could see the tears welling up in his eyes. 

The school day came to an end after tedious hours of work. All of the kids spilled out onto the streets with friends while the kid known as Samuel walked alone; his head down and hands thrust deep into his pockets. This kid wasn't really Samuel Webster. His real name was Tom West and Samuel was just one of his many aliases that he used. He had cut his usually medium length hair short and had placed his weapons in a hollow log outside the district. He wore a dark green shirt underneath a black leather jacket and black jeans. On his feet, he wore a pair of sneakers that were two sizes too big. A single strap backpack rested in the middle of his back and two concealed three inch knives rested on the inside of the strap so they were always pressed against his chest. A hand moved three occasionally to make sure that the knives were still there. 

He was usually one to shy away from school, but today he was just going so he wouldn't be picked up as easily by the peacekeepers that were all over the place. He kept passing group after group of kids going about their lives with what would be called common sense by the Capitol. What they didn't know was how much more of a purpose they actually had. 

Tom's thoughts returned to the engraving he had found earlier. The initials of his long lost girlfriend and fellow resistance member had still been carved into the very desk that he had sat at. A memory flashed through his mind of the smiling face of Gwen after a gruesome battle against a large mutt. He sat against the wall of a nearby house and put his head into his hands and cried. He was so caught up in his emotions that he didn't even hear the footsteps that were approaching. 

[Rosetta]

Alexa Dissimulo:

Alexa wasn't looking for anyone in particular. The boy just happened to get in her way. She didn't recognize him. Just some kid, probably from the Seam, just like her. In that case, they weren't much different.

School had been painfully boring, the same things being crammed into her brain, the same lessons, math equations, stories, old rumors being re-ignited amongst the bored students, in hopes of making things just a little more interesting. As usual, things turned to her skin.

"Why does she always wear that scarf?" A quiet voice had asked behind her. Probably Maybelee Watchin, the nosiest girl in school, her usual two braids resting on either side of her head, perfect yanking targets of Steven Yolander, the boy who sat behind her.

"It's because of her skin disease or something?" Another voice answered, most likely Tina Farber, another nosy girl, even worse than Maybelee, who always seemed to know everyone's business. "Her skin is, like, lighter on her neck and stuff." Alexa subconsciously straightened her scarf, and pulled her long sleeves over her hands, although her diseased elbows were hidden from view. "Look, see?"

Alexa heard Maybelee's false giggle, then a small yelp. "Ow, Steven, stop!"

Standing in the cool air, she stopped, staring at the boy, leaning against the wall, head in his hands, shoulders shaking, obviously crying. He was exactly like her. He also had something to hide.

Putting on her best smile, she approached him and cleared her throat. "Are you okay?"

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

((ooc: Little goody two-shoes meets a hardcore resistance member and rebel. This should be interesting.))

"Are you alright?" Tom quickly looked up, startled that someone was actually talking to him. It was a girl with dark brown eyes and a scarf covering her neck. Her hair was black... No, wait, dark brown. Her hair fell in waves from her scalp and she wore older clothes that covered every inch of her body except for her face and hands. 

Tom heard a yelp  sounded somewhat like a dog being tortured behind the girl. He stole a glance around the girl to find a girl with pigtails pleading with a boy to stop whatever he was doing. The boy locked eyes with him for a moment, a smile playing across his face, until Tom shook his head in a disapproving manner. 

His eyes returned to the girl in front of him and he answered her question with another question. "If your true love was taken away from you for all eternity, by a bullet, would you be fine?" He just shook his head and sighed. He muttered silently under his breath, "You people don't know what the real world is like. Not at all."

[Rosetta]

Alexa winced at his muttering. She didn't know what he said, but she knew it meant nothing good. She shifted uncomfortably, from foot to foot, her old boots pinching her toes. She needed new ones, like the ones she'd seen a girl at school had. Fresh brown leather, and just the right grip, Alexa felt a sudden surge of jealously at her.

But now, staring at this boy, all that jealously drained from her. She had nothing to hold onto but pity, and just a little dignity. Keep calm, she thought, just be nice...

With a sort of sad smile, she stood her ground, old boots firmly shoulder's width apart, she gently cocked her hip to the side. "No, not at all." She said, softly, in response to his question, although it was probably rhetorical. "I'm sorry if that happened to you." She bit her lip, contemplating what to say next, for a split-second, then she took a deep breath. "Would you like to take a walk?"

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

The girl's words seemed cold as they came out of her mouth. It made Tom retreat farther within himself and it showed on the outside as he hunch his shoulders and found something to look at besides this girl. She could have at least put her statement less bluntly than she had. Without warning, he began to create tears again. It was just tears this time though. No cry at all. 

The next statement she made almost set him off. "Do you want to go for a walk?" Tom just felt like screaming, "Sure I would. After you go and die in a f**king hole!" He didn't want every peacekeeper to come running at his scream, so he kept it inside. Instead, he answered in a defeated way, "Sure. Why not?"

He stood up at his total height of 6'1" and stepped almost gracefully to the side. He gestured to the girl who had approached him and said, "After you."

[Rosetta]

Alexa flinched as more tears rolled down his cheeks, and he unenthusiastically accepted her invitation. She inwardly groaned. Now she's really done it!

He stood up straight, and Alexa found herself looking upward to see his face. Great. Not only was he upset, he was much taller than her as well.

She walked forward as if nothing were wrong, hiding her humiliated face. "How about we go to the train yard?" She said, hoping he'd follow her, looking to the cracked, worn paths. "Usually it's really quiet and there's no one around."

She'd been to the train yard, on an occasion. It was a ghost of a place, old, broken trains lying all around on disembodied tracks, weaving around to make a maze. A barbed wire fence only halfway covered it, as if someone had just forgotten to finish it. There was no one working there, simply because what work was there to be done? Those trains had seen their time, and all work was to be done on the live tracks that went past the place, a couple of yards away. It wasn't the best place to calm the nerves, only because every so often a train would come screaming by, but it was the only place she could think of at the moment.

"I'm Alexa, by the way." She said, as she made her way through town to the train yard. "How about you? What's your name?"

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Tom noticed the embarrassment cross the girl's face as he stood up. He wiped his eyes free of tears and put on his best serious face possible. She turned around and began to walk and he followed suit. He heard whispering behind him and decided to give a show. He turned towards the group that was whispering about him and pulled out the top blade. It was only three inches long but had a razor sharp edge. He spun it a couple of times and flicked it into the air where it flipped several times before landing in his hand. He sheathed the knife and turned away from the pale faces, a smile playing across his face. 

He had been walking backwards the whole time and had heard the girl say their final destination. They were going to a place that was perfect for an ambush, the train yard. She was taking the long way which took too much time. 

When he found a short roof, Tom climbed up on top of it and began to run, jumping from roof to roof until he could see the wire fence. He vaulted over the fence and landed in a roll. He waited to the side near a locomotive for twenty minutes before the girl actually showed up. The best part was that she thought he was still behind her. 

She spoke to nobody saying, "My name is Alexia. What's yours?" The name Alexia brought back memories from a while back that were all but dull. He answered her question. "Nice to meet you Alexia. My name is Tom West." That name would give the girl a jolt if she actually knew what he was. He was a hardcore rebel and resistance member who knew more than she did about the world. And he knew how to kill. 

[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

(ooc mind if i join ?)

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((ooc: Rosetta, kale will not join until later. You are free to post))

[Rosetta]

((occ: Go for it, Kale And yeah, I know))

The truth was: Alexa found him completely immature. Gritting her teeth, and clenching her fists at her sides, she kept walking as he went on with his childish antics. Just her luck to upset someone like him! Now, what? Just leave?

No, she thought, inhaling through her mouth and exhaling through her nose, that would be rude. She stopped in front of the desolate train yard, just as he was telling her his name.

"Oh, cool." She said, distractedly, her eyes gliding over the yard to ensure it was completely empty. "Never heard of you before, I'm afraid. Are you a Seam resident?"

Probably wasn't, she thought to herself, as she walked, slowly and cautiously into the yard. Or she would know him. But of course, she would never say she was a Seam kid herself. No...she was...she was...she'll think of something.

Ducking behind an old train, she motioned behind her for him to follow, and sat down at her favorite haunt. It was an old caboose, with faded, peeling paint, and a rusted door, which was open. Many times she had sat in there, on the groaning boards, the light from outside slanting through the boards, cutting across her skin. It was a nice quiet place to collect her thoughts, to free herself of her infernal scarf, and actually breathe...and cough on some dust in the process.

She patted the spot next to her. "Right here."

[sailorserenitymoon]

ooc: I'm joining too, if you don't mind.

ic: Twelve year old little Peppermint was jogging quietly through the forest. She was wearing a dark green long sleeved shirt, long, dark brown khaki pants, leather shoes that were fitted to her and was carrying a bow and arrow set. Her long, ginger pigtails were flopping against her, tied with their usual rainbow ribbons. The ginger glanced up at the sky, her emerald green orbs sparkling. She glanced in a puddle. "I hate my freckles," She grumbled, looking at the freckles that were peppered along her nose and cheeks.

Pepper heard a couple voices in the old train area and quickly stashed her bow and arrows in a hollow log. She scurried up a tree as if she were from District 11, as opposed to twelve, and watched the goings on. "Dang." She mumbled, "I'll have to sneak back under the fence after." She said, holding onto the tree and making sure that her game bag, filled with lots of game, was still there.

[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

Ryan was waiting for the group of peace keepers to come in on the train. He had his gun trained on the train that was there. He was wondering if it was the train if so he would shoot the sniper he had and get them out. But it didn't look like any peacekeepers he knew. He was in a angle from which he could shoot whoever was in there and scare them. He thought to himself never taking the gun off the train. He decided to move down the cars of the train and he came upon something weird. He saw a foot or something like it. He moved the gun up a little and come upon a head. He turned on his tracer for the gun which was not a good idea because he had a auto laser turn but he didn't care. He waited for this person to move and come into view or he would kill them right now. But he took a pot shot at the train where they were in to scare them first.

[vividwriter]

I lurk in the alley, and watch a couple of chatty peacekeepers pass. After a while, I hear a smaller voice, a female voice, "My name is Alexia, what's yours?" I see her pass, dark brown hair, and a scarf tied around her neck. She seems to be talking to herself. Then I hear a response, above me?

I look up, and sees a figure jump over me, and land nimbly on the roof. "Nice to meet you Alexia. My name is Tom West."

A question in my mind, 'so Tom, where'd you learn to travel on the roof tops?' Obviously he didn't learn it in school (where he was supposed to be now).

Intrigued, I follow, but at a safe distance. My alarms start going off in my mind when we near the train yard. With many hiding spots, and how important trains are to this district, it's the favorite hang out place for peacekeepers and people who want to cause trouble.

I carefully weave my way in and out of the rusty trains, while keeping an eye on the two youngsters. Obviously, the girl thinks that the boy is annoying, I can tell this by the look in her eyes, and obviously, the boy is arrogant. I can tell this by the way he carries himself, but he also has an air of despondancy about him. I am thouroughly curious. All of a sudden, I hear a gun shot, and see the spark of the bullet richoceting off of the train wall. I don't have to think to know the trajectory, and the general vicinity of the attacker.

I see the figure on roof of a train, a boy around sixteen with brown and blonde hair, a tatoo running down his arm. Only in twelve would the peacekeepers allow it. I waste no time scaling the ladder on the side of the train, and sneaking along the edge, until I was right behind the shooter. I flip my stolen arm cannons out, and train them on the shooter. "Well hello there, no why are you shooting at them? By the looks of you, you aren't a peacekeeper, you are too young. However that's not an excuse, you should know that they are too young to be peacekeepers too. Explain yourself."

I can't stop the excitement inside of me. I may have found the people I need.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Tom looked at the seat that Alexia had patted on with a bit of distaste. He would have preferred to get closer to the door, specifically the "empty" closet that was close to the door. He finally sat down and turned to Alexia. He was about to speak when something caught his eye. Something bad. 

The laser sight was painting Aleixa's forehead with a bright red. He did the first thing his instincts told him to do. He yelled, "Get Down!" as he pushed them both to the ground. He heard the sharp report of a sniper rifle and the pinging of a bullet ricocheting off the inside of the caboose. 

Tom stayed down for about two seconds before the shot flew out the opposite window and impacted on a tree behind them, rattling the branches. He got up into a crouch and looked at the first hit and followed the thought trajectory with his eyes. 

At first he couldn't find anything. On his second sweep, Tom noticed a man with two armcannons trained on...You have got to be kidding me. he thought as the details came into focus. He ran back into the caboose and grabbed the handle to the closet. He wrenched it open and grabbed the shotgun he had stored there earlier. He loaded a shell into the chamber and walked out with it resting by his hip. 

As he approached, Tom shouldered the shotgun and pointed it at both of them. If Ryan was going to try to kill him, then he had another thing coming. "Well, well, well. I didn't expect to see you here Ryan."

[vividwriter]

Mark Brodinsky.

I watch the other boy grab a shotgun and rush up here. I wait as he climbs the train car, and trains the gun. "Well, well, well. I didn't expect to see you here Ryan." The sixteen year old hums dangerously.

The shotgun he was holding was a relic at best. I calculate what it would take to dodge. It depends on the kid's skill, and reflexes. Judging by the way he knocked Alexa out of the way, he had good reflexes, and by the way he held the gun, he knew what he was doing, or at least, believed he did.

I could quickly shoot out a traquilizer dart into each of them, before they had the chance to react. I could blow out smoke to block their line of sight. I could wait and see what happened.

The tranquilizer would leave me with two, or three dead weight bodies to drag around, The smoke would most likely just cause Tom to fire into the smoke blindly, willing to shoot first, ask questions later. And Let's face it, waiting for someone to make the first move, risking my life at the barrel of a shot gun, just isn't my style.

The traquilizer seems the best option, I could drag them to a nearby train car, and figure out who they are after I take their weapons and they wake up.

That's when the flash of white meets my eyes. Peacekeepers. Coming in quickly, drawn by the sound of the shot. I meet the eyes of Tom.

The first Peacekeeper goes down, a brown feathered dart protruding from the curve of his neck. The other three peacekeeepers, who, being unaccustomed to an actual attack because they live in twelve, take a second to fully understand that their friend was unconscience. In that second, Mark had done the same to them.

Mark, one cannon still trained on the so called "Ryan", berates the two for their carelessness. "You think that you can just walk into the most dangerous place in District twelve and shoot at each other without having to deal with Peacekeepers? Put down the gun, you shoot again, and more Peacekeepers will come. We have to get out of here, or at least into a train car, those four will wake up in about thirty minutes, and in about ten, when they are missed, reinforcements will come. You may live in twelve, but if you act like this, without caution, you won't last long."

(OOC. I can't find Tom West in CC board, please tell me more about him. Mark has been in the rebel business for at least fifteen years--since he was 12--he's an expert on body language, and is considerably experianced)