Boredom (open)

[bobafett56]

"I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
preuent your discouery of your secricie to the King and
Queene: moult no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore
I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custome of exercise;
and indeed, it goes so heauenly with my disposition;
that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a sterrill
Promontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,
look you, this braue ore-hanging, this Maiesticall Roofe,
fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing
to mee, then a foule and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in
Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing
how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an Angel?
in apprehension, how like a God? the beauty of the
world, the Parragon of Animals; and yet to me, what is
this Quintessence of Dust? Man delights not me; no,
nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seeme
to say so. Right and Wrong Hamlet. Right and wrong. Man is no where near the qualities of an angel. They are to be admired though. If only because of the thing's they've built. Or for what they can and will build."

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Leo was sitting with his leg's cross and doing absolutely nothing in the town square. A giant screen in front of him displayed the hunger games but he paid no attention to it. He was to busy reading Hamlet.
He suddenly slammed the book shut. He had already read the book two times, and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were annoying him. The only reason he was reading it again was because it was either that or watch the the games. Nothing was happening in said games, so he didn't see the point in watching.
He unfolded his leg's and draped them over the side of the bench. He was tired for once, and decided to take a nap until someone yelled at him to move. [/center]
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[Stare]

Luna Whitestone
Look! It's Me!

The Hunger Games have become twisted into my nightmares.
Of course, I would never admit it. Not even to Flight. She's got enough on her hands as it is.

I can talk to Flight about real life, but my nightmares I am left to face alone.

It's not about me going into the Games, though. No, it's worse than that. It's the faces of all the people I know, friends or akward aquaintances, going in. My mind brews up a new Arena every night. How much longer must I go through this torture? It's bad enough having to watch people I don't know die.

Wandering through the streets, I'm much more careful to wear my dark sunglasses and hat. My long, straight black hair is stuffed messily inside, so I'm comfortable about that. It's the glasses I can't get used to. They tint every brownish black, dragging the color out of everything. I'd much rather not wear them. But I have to, or I'll pay the consequences.

Hidden midnight eyes scan over the sides of the street, and find a boy laying on the side of the street.
Starving? Homeless? I could never tell. But I'm curious. His eyes are closed, so his life remains a mystery to me.
Cautiously, I walk over by him.

Unsure of what to do, I simply stand there for a few seconds, watching him.
Then, uncertainly, I reach out my boot. The knife hidden inside presses against my skin, cold metal against warm flesh. This assures me for some reason, even though he is obviously not a Peacekeeper.

I stretch my foot out and nudge him on the shoulder. "Hey. Hey, are you alright?"

[bobafett56]

Leo Reynolds
"...can... i help you?"

The sudden kick snapped Leo awake and he literally rolled off the bench as he screamed in fright. He grabbed the boot that kicked him, but looked up only to see a unarmed person. He immediately stood up and shoved his hand's into his pockets. He slouched slightly forward, like he always did when he stood, and put on his small little smile. He was trying to act like nothing happend. He hoped she would to.

"Hello... have I met you before? You seem familiar... would your name be... lune? No? Loony? No... that's farther away... your Luna! Yes, Luna! Sorry about the boot Luna." He scratched the back of his neck and yawned, then popped a mint into his mouth before offering his guest one. She looked older but he was taller, yet they looked like the could be related. They had the same pale skin. The same dark blue eyes. They did not share the same hair though. He was bright blond while she was dark black. Leo made a note of all this however, just in case he would need to hunt her down on a later date.

[Stare]

Luna Whitestone

Surprised, I attempt to jump back, only to find he had my foot. I tilt backwards slightly, and hop to stay on one foot, my arms thrown back in surprise as I try to keep my balance. When he let's go, my foot hits the ground with a thud and I stumble back slighlty, catching my balance again.

I quickly regain my balance, though, and step back towards him as casually as possible, my cheeks burning, silently wondering how many people saw. More than I'd like. And it got a few Peacekeepers attention, who are looking this way curiously.

I'm so busy wondering what their thinking that I'm not really listening to him, but when I hear my name, I take two long strides, and I'm right in front of him again, my eyes intense through my glasses.

A slight fear has built up in me, too. Am I that easy to recognize? I shouldn't be. But maybe he knows me from somewhere else... maybe...

I lean in closer to him. I've never been one for personal space. It's rare for me to be intimidated. But still...

"How do you know my name?" my voice is soft but intense. I need to know his motives before anything else. Threat, or possible friend? I gaze into his eyes, and find what I think to be innocent curiousity in there, but with my glasses, it's so hard to tell.

I feel muted. Blocked off from other lives.

The must be what normal people feel like all the time.

[bobafett56]

Leo Reynolds
"...can... i help you?"

"School. Marketplace. Wherever. If you live here for a long time you begin to know people... just by seeing them."

I pop several mints into my mouth and stare at the girl. Something is bothering her. What could it be? The games? The Peace Keepers? The over priced chicken? To many factors...

"Is something wrong? You look tense... or is this how you always look and act?"

The crowd around us suddenly erupted in cheers. I glance at the large screen in the middle of the square and watch another tribute dies. I don't know if it's a replay or not. It doesn't matter though. That brings the total tributes down to twelve. Or was it Eleven? I don't really care that much to find out though. But Sylvia will wonder...

"Fascinating, isn't it? The games. The concept of sending our friend's to die because of the sins of our fathers? Yet we watch in entertainment. I think this quote from wicked fit it perfectly. 'The more civilized we become, the more savage our entertainment gets.' Do you know anyone in the games?"

I might have asked to many questions. It doesn't matter though. I can sit. And listen. All day if i must. I don't have anything else better to do.

[Stare]

Luna Whitestone

For a moment, a stay close to him, my eyes never leaving his. I frown in concentration slightly, focusing.

Innocence... truth... slight concern... curiosity...

I nod slightly in satisfaction, and stand straight again. I hesitate slightly before sitting down next to him.

"No, I don't," I say shortly, without a trace of emotion.

I watch in pain though. I can't really read eyes as well over television, but I can see the light fading from a tributes eyes. It's horrible. I shut my eyes for a moment. Nowadays, I enjoy the few minutes when I can just close my eyes and block my strange ability out. My little curse...

Opening them again, I lie, as I do to almost everyone. "No, I'm fine. One of my friends was taken away to the Capitol for a while, so I thought you were connecting me to her. It made me kind of upset."

Well, it's not a full lie. It's not the full truth, but still.

I take a deep breath, and remind myself all the wanted posters have been torn down. Nothing can happen to me now.
I stop myself there. Lying to others is one thing. Lying to myself is a whole different story.

"What's your name?" I ask. No excuses. I like to get straight to the point when I'm around strangers.


(OOC: Sorry it's short. I'm kinda low on inspiration at the moment.)

[bobafett56]

Leo Reynolds
"...can... i help you?"

"Leo Reynolds... sorry about your friend. I'm ten percent sure that either Armageddon's going to happen... or a rebellion in the next fifty years. Capital, in all its goodness has been doing crap lately. Even the quality of peace keepers have gone down lately..."

Two weeks. It's been two week's since that spoiled brat stole what was mine. I'm five percent sure that he cheated, because theirs no other way that... that twelve year old brat gets training to be one other then cheating. I was tall. I defeated and almost killed him in a spar. but he got picked. What the heck did i do wrong? WHAT DID I DO? WHY D-

Oh... of course. She's still here. Why is she here? Why with me? What did her friend do to get taken to the capital? Theft or murder? And why does she fear death? Why does she turn away? It's only natural. Everyone must die. Everyone must move on...

"Mind if I ask who's your friend's name is? But if its to sensitive to discuss... you don't need to tell me..."
I wonder if my dad arrested her friend. I better not mention him. Or the fact that I support the capital. In fact, it's probably best not to reveal to much about my self with her. Or is it normal to sell your secret's on a first conversation? Rules of conversations annoy me. Who came up with said rules? Whoever it was... I hope there doing what Yorick is doing. Rotting.

[Stare]

Luna Whitestone

For a moment, I frown, because there is something in his voice that makes me feel as if I shouldn't trust his. I don't know what it is...

In sudden frustration, I reach up and take my glasses off, distractedly setting them on the bench between us. Yes, I can see it, now. Guilt. But why?

I keep my face a mask, indifferent to anything I saw, while inside, I turn over the possibilities. No, mentioning he name would most likely end badly. Besides, she trusts me. If I wasted that trust...

It's like how I trust her. Trust her not to tell my one huge secret.
My stomache turns to ice just thinking about it, and I make a mental note that I'll have to visit the forest again tonight. Sneak out.

For, what, the millionth time?

I can't help myself, though. I usually end up trying to finish my hunting up early so that I can spend the rest of the night stargazing, enjoying the wonderful view, spilling out all my secrets to the glittering sky...

No one else sees it. It's my world, and mine only. Protected my the law, hidden in my eyes...

I snap back into focus. He asked me a question, and I'm sitting here doing nothing.

Picking up speed again quickly though, I pull up a small, dangerous smile. "Her name? Oh, no, I think you and I both know that's not a very good idea."