The truth hurts worse than anything (Kayla)

[Molly]

~Christopher Peace
I grab a flame and some herb grass before leaving the herb shop with my ukulele. I made sure to lock up the shop, considering i was the only one 'running' it today.
There wasn't that much to do today. I had no where to sleep last night, since Dom had the over night shift at the shop i couldn't sleep there. I just walked around. That sounded pretty pathetic but in reality thats all i did.
"Theres got to be something to do. I could do another concert." I mumble as i light the grass and take a drag.
Technically this was an herb and the peace keepers couldn't hurt me for it. With that thought i quickly slide the flame back into my pocket and trudge along the road.
Lifting my uke into the playing position i begin to strum and move my fingers over the rightful chords to play a humming sort of sound that was only loud enough for the nearby houses to hear. Getting bored of just strumming i began to sing softly. I didn't want to draw to much attention to myself this early in the morning.
"It started with your hips,So i moved up to your lips, To take a chance, Ask for a dance, Cause your the cutest thing on this side of the world, We call our homes, Yet i feel so all alone, Half of the time, We gotta live with what we got, And I got nothing, So I pray you take my hand, So we can conjure up something rad."
I usually write my own songs and this was one of them. I hadn't finished all the lyrics yet, but it was what i had so far. I loved sining when i had something, like grass, in my mouth. It made me feel more at ease you could say.

OOC: hopefully i left you enough to work with. If not, just tell me and i will fix it accordingly.

[~Kayla~]

Caroline was walking the streets with Mottle, like she's done every night... since the accident. It wasn't really an accident. Her sister had been murdered, her body found abandoned in the sheep fields. Her throat had been cut and she'd had other injuries. Caroline knew it wasn't an accident. The Peace Keepers just said that because they'd never found the killer.

As she walked she wiped away a tear. She cried all the time now, Nikki had been her best friend, her confidant. And now she was dead. It was a lot for a 12 year old girl to take in. She sniffed as she walked, Mottle wining softly besides her. Then... she heard music. It was beautiful, weaving it's way through the streets. She followed the sound unthinkingly.

She found herself in the company of a man, at least 5 years older than her. He was playing the guitar and singing, smoking something at the same time. She listened to the words, a tear dripping down her cheek every once in a while. When he'd finished she wiped away her tears with her sleeve, smiling. "That was pretty. Do you know any others?"

[Molly]

~Christopher Drew
I noticed a little girl around twelve or so. She seemed to be amused by my playing, or something of that matter. Maybe it was my tattoos that drew her in like the others i knew. I finished the song, well not really. More like paused for her. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, I could tell she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and red. She seemed so little, so innocent.
She enjoyed my music, I was shocked to say the least. Usually no one like either my singing or playing. She said it was pretty. I smiled. She probably liked the sound of the ukulele. Taking my lit grass, I take a drag and hold it away from my lips. I hold it an arms length away from her. I didnt want her inhaling anything that could get me in trouble with her mom or family.
"Mhm I can play anything you want. here," I say starting to strum and sing. "Love of mine, some day you will die. And I will be close behind and follow you into the dark. Blinding light and tunnels to gaze of light, cause our hands clasp so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark. If heaven and hell decide, if they both arent satisfied, illuminate the no's on our-" I stopped singing. Looking down at her, she was rubbing her eyes. I was pretty sure she was crying. It was a sad song after all.
"Hey," I say, rubbing her back lightly, trying to calm her down. "I'm sorry for making you cry. I didnt mean to." I say, taking another drag of my grass. "But, i can play a happy song for you if you want." I thought I saw her nod her head slightly. So I sat down to her level, making sure that my grass was far away from her. I clear my throat and notice that she is staring at me intently. "You make me happy," I flash her a light smile, "Wheter you know it or not. We should be happy, thats what I said from the start. I am so happy!" I let my voice ring out. As my voice faded into the air, the sky became darkened and a light drizzle became to form. Standing up, I grasp her little hand-well little compared to mine, but then again I was already 19, I wasnt going to grow that much anymore. Looking around I notice there wasnt that much cover than around the shop, which was back a ways. "Wanna go find some place dry?" I ask as I look down at her. I couldn't have her getting lost or hurt or wet because of me. So I decided to stomp out my grass and return my hand back to hers, for safety purposes. "where would you like to go?" I kneel down so that I could talk to her at her eye level.

OOC: Sorry for this being late. Last night I wrote this on proboards and when i pushed post, proboards failed on me. But its all better because I type this on notepad now! ^^

[~Kayla~]

Caroline was feeling a bit better. The man's songs reminded her of when Nikki used to sing to her. Mottle whined and poked her leg gently with his nose. He didn't like strangers. Caroline patted his furry head gently, listening to the song, a sad one just like Nikki sang. Caroline rubbed her eyes, promising herself she wasn't going to cry anymore. It didn't help anyone at all. Nikki wouldn't of wanted her to be sad. So she put a determined look on her face.

Then he apologized for making her cry, rubbing her back gently. Mottle didn't like that and growled quietly. She shook her head, he hadn't made her cry. But before she could tell him so he asked if she wanted a happy song. She nodded her head, smiling. Any song would be good. She looked at the man, wondering why he was being so nice. No one was nice, not here. Sure they'd given her a sympathetic pat on the back after Nikki's death but then they continued on their business, not looking back once.

Before she'd realized it his song was over and it had begun to rain softly. She thanked the clouds, loving the rain. It was always so peaceful when it rained, quiet usually. She loved it. Then he grabs her hand and she looks at it, surprised. Then he asks if she wants to go somewhere dry. As he stomps out whatever it was he'd been smoking she finds her voice. "No. I like the rain. And so did my sister..." she trails off, telling herself she wasn't going to cry.

(OOC- Take your time in replying if you want. I won't be back till Monday. I'm going to a friends birthday )

[clovegoodshot]

-Clove Goodshot

I walk the streets of my home District,my well known Death Pack on my back.I am not even using it today,just roaming my District.I come across a very attractive boy singing and playing a guitar,it reminds me of when my Dad was happy,before the "accident" which cost me my right hand.He would play his guitar and sing to me,and it always would make me happy.I sigh,and walk by,but then I can't resist.I love the sound of guitar playing.It is like a melody of joy just streaming in me.So I walk up and take a seat on the wet ground,and listen,and close my eyes to listen to the soft guitar playing.He stops for a second,and my eyes flash open,to talk to a girl,because she is crying.How sweet.

I examine carefully how nice he is.She looks around the age of twelve,and he looks about two or three years older,making him around my age,since I am 15.He seems very sweet,and I acknowledge that.I look up at the little girl,and smile.I remember when I was twelve,that was the year I lost my hand,and was taken to the Capitol to get my new,plastic/metallic hand applied.I don't exactly love my new hand,but it works perfectly,and rotates 360 degrees,giving me certain inhuman advantages.But I stop thinking of myself,and focus on the little girl.I wonder exactly how I could help her,make her feel better.I don't like her looking sad,so I stand up to my full height and say,"Are you alright,what can I do to help?"

(((OOC:I know it says Kayla,but please Molly let me rp in this thread,my charry Clove hasn't rp-ed in forever because there have been no good threads but this so please let me rp in this thread!please and thank you Molly and Kay!

[Molly]

OOC: I dont mind if you join but Kayla will be the one to decide that really. I wont reply until she has an answer, thats only fair *in own opinion*.
Molly