Peacekeepers son...BIG problems. (Open)

[vividwriter]

--this is what Jared looks like, brown clean cut hair, muscular, strong jaw, and hazel eyes.--
I, Jared sit unmoving in my makeshift tree stand. Hoping to be lucky and bag one of those many deer I saw crossing yesterday. It's nearing the end of the morning, and I can't help but feel discouraged.
My mind begins to wander from the forest and my hunt, something a hunter should never do, but I've been out her for hours and have tons weighing on my mind.
My life had been packed with drama for the last few months. My parents, being Peacekeepers and all have suspicions that I "steal" the game I get from the district and share it with my nephew, niece, and their family.
of course their right.
Gertrude, my nine year old niece has come down with yellow fever, and might not live much longer. Even though I'm just their uncle, I feel I bear most of the responsibility of raising them since their parents together hardly bring home enough to give them watered down porridge. I swallow the lump in my throat, and yank my thoughts back to the deer trail. If I don't fill todays quota, I will definitely not be able to put food in my niece's mouth for the protein she so desperately needs.
Normally, I bag plenty of meat to fill the districts quota of meat, and have enough left over I can hide.
I rub my sore eyes and shift pull back my bow, I think I hear a deer coming this way.
Leaves shift, and another twig breaks. Where is it?
My arms are just getting sore again when I catch sight of it. The largest buck, I've ever seen in all my years of hunting. I settle into my bow, and take careful aim.
NOW!
I release my bow and right before the arrow pierces it's heart, it makes eye contact with me, it's large eyes full of surprised terror.
It stumbles for a second, trying to bolt, but after a breathless moment, falls to the ground and breaths it's last. I stand, adrenaline pumping through my body, and a smile on my lips. Quota filled. Now, if I could just fill my quota again with other stuff, I'd probably be the least hungry of the whole district, with the exception of the peacekeepers of course. I lithely descend the oak I was positioned in for such a long time and approach my kill.
Blood oozes from it's wound, and mouth. I can hardly count all the points. nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two points! The district allows us to keep the rack, and the other unwanted parts of the kill, so I look forward to the price this rack will fetch, and the warm soup I make with the slop. Slop is what I call the unwanted parts of the deer.
Well, now what? I can't drag it back, or I'll be short meat I need for Gertrude.
I know. I slough off my pack, and dig through it. Hopefully my rope will be long enough. When I find it I throw one end over a limb that's a good height from the ground, and see that it will be just long enough to tie the deer to the other end by it's hind feet.
After I've finished, I proceed with light tread, in the direction the buck was heading. With a buck that big, and in rut season, no doubt he was following a doe.
I don't find the doe, but I do manage to take down several squirrels before the light starts to fade. Time to go back. So I start to wearily make my way back toward my best kill.
When I am almost there I hear a voice and hurry to the buck. I cant afford someone to steal it!
When I am able to see my buck I also behold a figure, analyzing it, and holding a hunting dagger in their right hand. I bolt for the person encroaching on my kill, and don't hesitate to pounce. Next thing I know, I've pinned their hands with my knees and am sitting all of my 210 pounds of muscle down on their torso.
"Stealing is a serious crime." I hiss.

[tardisgirl]

What she looks like: Coraline Jones is small and thin, with glossy black hair cut sharply along her jaw. Her face is heart-shaped and pretty, but she doesn't wear things that show her beauty. What she wears is mostly baggy.

Coraline Jones.


"Just what I was gonna tell you, or were you turning those squirrels in tonight to, hmm?" I smirk at the bodies of six or so squirrels that hang from his belt. "That and 'what on earth would a 14 year old girl be stealing a buck for, dimwit." I spit, with more venom than I feel.

Really, this is fun, meeting someone who lives here and hunts for a living. It was even kind of fun getting jumped, although slightly painful.

"Or is it a thing with you, jumping on girls? I could sue." I wait for this to hae an effect, but it doesn't seem to, all he's doing is stairing blankly.

I decide to make my point clear. I crane my neck up so I'm only about an inch away from his face, and calmly whisper. "Get your 500 pounds of muscle off of my midsection this instant or I'll drive this knife into your bloody heart." I pronounce each word separetaly, quietly, pointedly, and very cleary.

I have slipped the kife back into my hand, and now it is calmly in position to stab. Not that I would kill him, I sertainly wouldn't, but he doesn't need to know that.

[vividwriter]

I get a good look at her face before she speaks. A 14 year old girl?
"Just what I was gonna tell you, or were you turning those squirrels in tonight to, hmm?" She calmly hisses at me. My heart stutters in a moment of fear, but I've had to deal with this before, and quickly calm it.
"That and 'what on earth would a 14 year old girl be stealing a buck for, dimwit." She spits in my direction, and I calmly dodge it. This huntress has some cheek for her size compared to mine.
"Or is it a thing with you, jumping on girls? I could sue." is that a smile behind those venemous eyes? I ponder this, why would she be smiling? However, the very fact that she could sue implies she's from the capitol. My limbs are paralyzed and I can't move.
What's the penalty for attacking a capitol citizen again? Death? I can't move and she bends up as far as she can, (which isn't very far), so I manage to lean down a bit. She calmly whispers in a dangerous tone, "Get your 500 pounds of muscle off of my midsection this instant or I'll drive this knife into your bloody heart."
I don't believe she would, not many capitol people have the brains to, but I find suddenly find freedom in my limbs, and I stiffly rise from her.
I watch as she stands with a grunt, and wipes the leaves from her baggy clothes.
I can't help it, behind all of the fear of death, I feel anger, red anger in my soul. Who is she, that she's out here in the middle of nowhere? Does she have a death wish?
"Sorry miss." I force out of my mouth this address instead of the thousands of angry words I wish I could hurl at her capitol face. "You know that it's not safe to be out here mam'." I am so disgusted with myself I can hardly breath. bowing to a 14 year old girl from the capitol! I don't beleive I've ever sunk this low. I carefully mask my feelings, and swallow my pride. "I was going to turn these rabbits in. You know, we get paid extra, the more we bring in." I lie. But she wouldn't know that. "May I ask mam', what your doing all the way out in the forests of district nine?" I must start getting ready to go. "I hope you don't mind if I cut down my buck?" I gesture towards my kill.

[tardisgirl]

I get the desired result. And, although he masks his emotions, I'm betting something I said hit home. Now if I could only know which one?

I ponder this for a moment. See, if I could know what got that result, I bet I could scare the bejeebies out of someone, and that'd be fun.

Suddenly I notice that he's talking and tune back in. "Sorry miss." Did he just say, "miss"? Ugh, now this, THIS is what I din't want. I shouldn't have mentioned sueing. Man, I hate when this happens. The second people know your from the Capitol, they adress you with such seethrough formalities and respect that it makes me sick.

"You know that it's not safe to be out here mam'." Uhg, "mam'". It's definant, no chance of an anventure, friend, or at least a good fight anymore.

"I was going to turn these rabbits in. You know, we get paid extra, the more we bring in." Su-u-re ya do. Paid extra, right.

"May I ask mam', what your doing all the way out in the forests of district nine?" I shudder. There goes that "mam'" again.

"I hope you don't mind if I cut down my buck?" he gestures at the kill. My mind is racig, surely there is a way to save this, it started out so well! With him tackling me and me yelling at him...Hmm....And suddenly I know what to do. Well, have an idea anyway.

"Wait, you think I-" I giggle, "That I'M from the Capitol?" I grin. "When Dianna said telling someone I'd sue them would get results, she sure knew what she was talking about."

Now I turn at him, and let anger enter my face. "Wait, you though I looked like someone from the Capitol?!" My tone lets on, with no amount of clandestiny, that this is a grave insult. Which it is no doubt, to people who really live here.

[vividwriter]

Anger surges through me along with a twinge of sickly embarousment. So she's not from the capitol? She lied about something like that? I eye her carefully, not knowing what exactly to do. She could be spying, trying to see what is happening out here for real, but she could be from the district, and that means, I have to watch my back. I don't want to end up like one of my friends did. Stabbed in the back for a kill that is definitely worth it. If you don't get caught.
I draw my hunting knife, and hold it in a threatening position, just under my hip bone. Can't be too careful.
She's waiting for an answer so I lock eyes with her and growl under my breath, "If you're not from the capitol, kindly explain your presence."
I dont flippin care if she is from the capitol anymore. I just want to go home and get this food to Annabelle. "And hurry. The sun's almost set.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Jones is tall and has three scars across his left cheek. His hair is Blonde with red specks and he is wearing a tunic and hooded cloak.

Jones:

Jones sat in a nearby tree resting himself. His hair gleamed in the light that shined through the trees. He was currently flipping one of his throwing knives in the air when he heard people speaking below him. This is just perfect. he thought as he looked at the ground below. A fourteen year old girl was talking to an older boy. The girl looked like trouble and he had seen the boy on multiple occasions. He moved on the branch to get away from the area. He moved too quickly and fell in the bushes behind the girl. He instantly took out his knife and held it in an attack position. They would find him quickly and might attack.

[tardisgirl]

"I was out hunting, what else on earth would I be doing in the woods." I reply adamantly. It's working! Thank you! I slilently pray. I promise I'll visit the cathedral every week if I actually get to hang out with a real-nonacting-honest-to-goodness District native this time!

I glance at his "oh, so you just happened to be out late?" look and hurry to ad, "And I'm out so late because, because..." I stammer, not with a lie but with embarisment. "Because I fell asleep." I hang my head, then hurridly look up. "But I'm really a good hunter!" I hurry to assure, "I never sleep on the job, most of the time I do really well." I defend my hunting honor with childlike hurriedness.

I look down, let myself blush, and then glance up and add, "AndI'm sorry if I worried you. My friend dared me to say that, and I honestly didn't think it'd make you think I'm from the Capitol, I don't even know what it means to sue..." I stop and turn red at the admitted lack of knowledge, and inside congradulate myself on my perfect preformance. But then it happens, a snap of small twigs in the tree behind me, and then a thud directly behind my back.

I yelp and, without thinking, dive forward, away from whatever it is that fell behind me. In a swift motion I pull myself up and turn to see what it was.

[vividwriter]

As she stammers her explanations I start to calm down. I'm about to speak when there's a noise in the forest, and Dart leaps into the air before I can stop him. He hits the ground right behind her with a thud and I pull him back as she dives to the side.
Got to hand it to her. She's got good reflexs, even though her coordination isn't that great.
Dart is my dog. He's not that large, but he's durable, and extremely loyal considering what I feed him.
"Heel!" I command. and Dart whimpers, sitting beside me, ears pricked up, eager to greet or attack this new person.
"Sorry about that." I apologize laughingly. "This is Dart. He's my dog. I sort of adopted him when he realized that I gave out scraps that I could afford to give."
I take a few steps over to her and extend my hand to help her up. "My name is Jared." I smile.

[tardisgirl]

"Coraline" I grin, and take his hand. But something is bugging me. That dog is big, true, but he wasn't in the tree, for sure, an I just know I heard branches break...And the thump was a second before the dog, I thought...Is it possible that something else caused the noise?

I suspiciously turn and glance at the bushes, but see nothing. I'm about to turn back when I catch a glimpse the glint of sun on metal and a hand holding the knife the reflection came from. I almost gasp, but don't. I hold tigtly to my own knife, and then whisper "There is someone with a knife in the bushes!" in Jared's ear, my body blocking the sight of the whispered words from whoever is in the bushes.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Jones sees the girl leaN towards the boy and glance in his direction. This is just great. he thought. He was about to be caught by a fourteen year old. The boy, Jared, had almost saved him by having the dog be behind her. I might as well introduce myself to them. He stood up and said, "Hi,my name is jones. " he was careful to sheath the knife before he got up.

[vividwriter]

The fourteen year old girl name Coraline takes my hand and allows me to pull her up. Before she's even all the way on her feet, she gasps and her eyes fill with a surprised fear. She leans toward me, standing on her tiptoes to whisper something into my ear.
"There is someone with a knife in the bushes!" she hurriedly tells me.
I quickly pull her behind me, and place my hand on my knife. Just as I'm wondering why another hunter would be hiding, the mysterious figure rises and addresses us.
"Hi,my name is jones. " Jones seems to be a little uncomfortable, and he should be.
I pull my knife out slightly and stare him directly in the eyes.
"Jared." I introduce myself.
I don't like it when people pop out unexpectedly.

[tardisgirl]

Jared pulls me behind him and I can't help but be a little bit relived.

I turn and see the mysterious figure rise and walk toward us. "Hi,my name is jones. " He states, and Jared answers with his name, so I follow his example. "Coraline." I nod.

No one speaks, so I decide it best to cut to the chase. "So, 'Jones', why were you hiding in that bush?" I ask all to bluntly.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

"First of all, I wasn't hiding in the bush. I fell off of a branch that I was resting on." Jones answered. "Second, Jared should put away his knife if he doesn't want to get hurt. I only had mine out because I didn't know if you would attack. " Jones wasn't kidding about Jared getting hurt. He was about to say something else witty when he heard a growling in the brush behind him. The other two seemed to have heard it too because they were staring past him. He slowly turned around and drew his knife. This couldn't be good.

[tardisgirl]

And sure enough, it wasn't.

Coraline was about to say something even worse to him in reply, (and it was probobly a bad idea), when she heard a growl, one she'd hear once before.

Her insides attempted to split open and her legs tried to go in every direction except toward the sound all at once, but it didn't help much.

Coraline knew the sound, she'd heard it once when her parents took her to some labs at The Capitol. It was the sound of an angry muttation calling for his pack.

(I just now realised that this is randomly in third person, LOL. )

How did mutts get here? Coraline didn't really care. All she cared about were the facts she remembered when it came to escaping from mutts.
1: Don't move untill you're sure it's seen you.
2: If it's seen you, run, don't walk.
3: Mutts will go for the weakest and smalles looking in a group. (Oh, great.)
4: Mutts are not the best climbers.
5: Mutts will chase you through a river.
6: RUN VERY, VERY, VERY, FAST! NOW!

And so she did, screaming for the others to do so too, in a most intelligable and helpfull way. "RUN! IT'S MUTTS! They'll KILL you! Head for the TREES!"

She aimed for a tree with lowhanging branches, and she almost made it too.

What she knew about them going forthe weakest link was right, and the last this Coraline felt before her head smashed into the groundand rendered her unconcious, was the feeling of claws digging into her back.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Jones saw Coraline take off and decided that it might be a good idea. He started to run but a shape flew past at knee height. He tripped and fell flat on his face. Well this is just peachy. he thought as he got to his feet. He watched as Coraline fell from the air landing hard on her head. She passed out and he sprinted towards her body and wasn't surprised to find something wolflike clawing at her skin.

He really needed to save her! He drew two throwing knives and yelled,"Hey ugly! I suggest you get off of her NOW!" He threw both knives at the same time. The thing turned at the sound of his voice but got two eyefuls of stainless steel. It dropped dead on top of Coraline. He needed to get her into a tree, but how? He then noticed one of his tree snares. Of course! He picked her foot up in the snare and sprung it.

Whoosh! she flew higher than any animal could reach. He yelled back at Jared, "Get in the bloody trees before you get killed!" He found a tree and started to climb.