and then there was one (Thundy)

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Illiana had been traveling for awhile now. She had met some interesting people. Some had been nice, and others had told her to scram before they did something mean. It was no surprise that the teens eyes lit up as she finally caught site of the District Thirteen ruins. They look so different on the Capitols broadcats... Like most people, Lana had seen the demolished District before, but it seemed so different when you were actually looking at the broken down fence that used to border the woods, and trap the citizens within.

Her head shook in wonder, and Illiana paused, taking in the scene. Her footsteps were light, as she had practiced her stealth skills while in the woods. It made no noise as she stopped walking and stood about thirty feet away from her destiny. Part of the young woman was frightened--what lie in front of her? What did she hope to achieve--what if her siblings hadn't made it here? What if they had? So many questions soared through her head, wildly flying at her like the crows and doves and sea-gulls did in the Birds. (not that Illiana had seen the movie) Her body quivered, half in anticipation, half out of plain tiredness.

Nobody ever said trekking across the country would be easy.

A deep shaky breath finally announced her presence. Illiana Annwn watched as a small mockingjay flew off, startled by her small noise. Her blue-green eyes narrowed, and the girl took a step forward. 27 feet away was her destiny.

A step. A rather large one at that, her left foot fell on a twig and it made a loud snapping noise. Illiana did not care, the ruins she had been walking toward so long were like a shining light.
23 feet away was her destiny
It was like a shining light. So different than what she had imagined, but the ruins made sense. Confidence surged through her.
19 feet away was her destiny.
A cloud fell over the sun, and a gentle breeze stirred her white-blonde hair. Maybe Illiana shivered, but the cold did not bother her because...
16 feet away was her destiny.
One final glance behind her, and Lana took off running toward where her siblings had to be, where information on her Career Lookalike had to be kept...

and she tripped.

Typical...

She pushed herself up from the ground, her eyes filling up with tears, her cheeks turning bright pink. It seemed as though it was a sign! Illiana Annwn should just go back home, back to District Eight where everything was simple, and ntohing could ever hurt her. The cry of a mockingjay alerted Illiana to the presence of something out in the woods with her. The teen gave up trying to push herself off the ground, and instead layed flat on the dewey, wet ground, pressing herself as low as possible. If all Rebels are as crazy as my dear sis, then its better to be safe than sorry...

ooc- terrible post, but I'm tired and have More muse for my new charrys bio than this--once you reply ill be better

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

District Thirteen. The District that the Capitol ended many years ago during the rebellion. Ended is not exactly the right word for what became of District Thirteen. It was demolished. Destroyed from existence. It was as if District Thirteen never existed in the first place. Right then, Griffin Tucker was sitting in tree, observing what was left of this place. It had been destroyed, but a few buildings still stood, ruined and forgotten. The rest was rubble and ruins, until of course he turned his head slightly to the right and observed the circle of tents that sat there. He had to admit, the sleeping conditions weren't the best, but at least the Uprisers were not sleeping on the ground. It wasn't a warm bed, but sometimes people would just have to deal with it. If they were dedicated, they would deal with it and not whine to Griffin.

There were probably more accomplished gangs on this earth. They probably had more weapons, more resources, more help. What did The Uprising have? Rebels who wanted to be free. The one thing that joined them all together was their common hatred for the Capitol, and the fact that they were all skilled in some way.

Griffin was their leader. It was funny actually, because he used to be training for the Games. He had been a Career. How funny it was to have the one person that probably despised the Capitol the most be the one person who was very close to being shipped off for their entertainment.

Obviously, Griffin never was a tribute. No one really ever told him, but he probably would have won when he was a teenager. Even now, he was smart, strong, and handsome. Maybe a little arrogant at times, but he was a born fighter. He could have chosen to fight some tributes, but instead he chose to fight the more powerful enemy: The Capitol.

Griffin smiled at the beauty of this whole situation, as he sat in the tree. He was powerful, and he was fighting. Wasn't that what he was always destined to do?

Griffin's thoughts were less jumbled as he heard movement below him.Immediately, he pulled out a knife. The noise could be anything from a Capitol person to an animal that would mean dinner for the other Uprisers.

As he looked down, he realized it was neither of the two. It was girl. His instinct was to call out her name, but he stopped to watch her. Despite her odd look, she could be a dangerous Capitol person.

Then she tripped. Griffin had to stop himself from chuckling and moving around on his branch at this funny situation. He watched curiously as the girl tried to push herself off of the ground, but then gave up and just sat there in the damp grass.

It was then that Griffin jumped from the tree in front of the girl. He was mostly silent, but she would know that he was there. How could she mistake a guy standing in front of her face? With a crooked smile on his face, Griffin asked in his cool tone of voice, "I really am hoping that you just broke one of your legs. Then, at least you would have en excuse about why you are not getting up after you fell. As you didn't break one of your legs..."He held out a hand for her to help her up."Then you're just being lazy."

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Is thinking about the metaphor of life, behind falling on your butt a sign of laziness?

That might have been the first thought to go through the head of a more skilled, smart, strong person like Arcadia London, but Illiana was not her. She was Illiana Annwn, gentle, scared, kind, book-smart, healing Illiana Annwn. Pretty little Lana. Her fluffy blonde hair, usually so brilliantly pale, but now an oily, darker color after a few days of not washing, had fallen into her face. Lana had to peer up at the stranger through a curtain of hair that looked suspiciously like that of the girl in, the Grudge, except white instead of black. Her blue-green eyes that everybody thought were just blue if they weren't standing right in front of her, searched the persons face.

Lana didn't know much about people, but he seemed nice. In his early twenties, but with that Old-Soul look in his eyes. Still he scared the living daylights out of the young woman. The tone of voice was similar to her mothers scolding voice, but had the edge of amusement her fathers had after watching Lana climb a thirty foot tree in about a minute. Excitement edged all of her thoughts. The man could be an Upriser.

Anything having to do with the meaning of life and falling flat on her butt, disappeared. What was left was a wary child staring up in wonder at a particularly cool gadget or new toy. She swept her hair out of her face, revealing a gaunt, sharp-angled face with striking similarities to that of the Career Tribute, Cady London. Illiana was still pretty much paralyzed as so many colorful emotions ran through her mind. She had all but forgotten that his hand was her rescue from the dirty forest floor. Stunned. Had Lana Annwn ever been stunned before? It was a funny feeling to have no control over what you were, but be able to watch as your mind sorted through what was happening. Computers probably feel that way…

Finally, finally she came back to her senses. Illiana went over her cover-story. My name is Lana Ann, Im from District Eight, and Im nineteen. I heard of the Uprising from a group of loud-mouthed people talking about you guys in the woods. Im a skilled Healer, and pretty good with sewing—I want in. Technically she wasn’t most of those things, but it seemed like the Uprising would have no use for a shy, eighteen year old girl tracking down her real family-roots. Nobody would have time for a girl like that.

So She just stared at him. Stared, and stared, and stared to her hearts content.

ooc- Id like to remind you Illiana does have extreme resemblances to her twin ^^

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Griffin highly doubted that a stranger would join his rebellious gang, out of nowhere. This girl probably thought he was crazy, right then. A dark haired man in his twenties jumping from a tree and telling you that he wished your leg was broken probably wasn't something that a person wandering in the woods wanted to happen. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, because as she raised her head to look at him, her hair was covering up the greater part of her face. Normally, he could learn about people easily just by how they acted and what their expressions were. This girl could have an expression of bloody murder on her face, and he wouldn't know it. The only thing that he could really see were her eyes. They were a bluish green color, and they looked oddly familiar.. had he seen her before?

At that moment, she swept the hair out of her face, and Griffin gasped and backed away, forgetting all about helping her up. His mind spun as he leaned against a tree and stared at her. Could it be? No.. she was in the Capitol and he would probably never see her again. How was this possible?

It was Arcadia. Or at least it looked like her. The shape of her face was the same, the color of her hair. It couldn't be Arcadia, although every part of his mind was screaming at him and telling him that this was her. It was an impossibility, although he wanted it to be true. He wanted this girl to be Arcadia, but she wasn't.

"You.. you're..."He stopped short, because his common sense was kicking in.He could see now, the differences. While Arcadia had been trained for years in District Two to become a perfect tribute, this girl was less coordinated, despite what he had seen of her swift footing and silence as she moved. Arcadia never would have tripped and fallen.

While the appearance was almost exactly alike, this girl was not Arcadia London. Griffin's thoughts were still muddled, but he told himself to stand up straight and walk back towards her. If this had happened, in say the Arena, it would not have been good.

It was stupid, really. He was still a Career, with a Career's mind and body. Everyday he imagined himself in the arena, although he never wanted to be there in the first place. Maybe his training had driven him insane.

That would explain a lot.

Bringing himself back into reality, Griffin smiled again. It was his normal, crooked smile. His attitude was now completely at ease, because if he was calm there was a good chance she would calm down as well. He held out his hand again, hoping that she would take it to let him help her up. It was eery, the fact that she looked so much like Arcadia and yet wasn't Arcadia.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were..." He trailed off, missing Arcadia for a moment while he hoped to any god that was up there that she came back. What if she did come back? She could be in The Uprising with him. They could be together forever....

Griffin's expression contorted into a frown, because he knew that that was impossible. As chance had it, he would never see her again. He had to stop thinking about her, because he knew that she wouldn't want him to worry. Despite his years of training to keep calm during all situations, he was everything but calm. His heart was still racing from the surprise, and he was still having trouble stringing a few thoughts together.

This is not her, this is not her, this is not her. Griffin told this to himself over and over again.

The question was, who was she then?

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The first thought that popped into her head was edged with confusion and hurt. Did she really look that bad. Her lower lip trembled as the strange man backed up. Illiana was imagining her gaunt, strange face, her raccoon-eyes, and chapped lips. Vanity had always been Ililiana's true love, and she shuddered delicately to think her image had been so horrible the polite-but-actually-not guy had freaking backed up. A few tears spilled down her face.

She scooted backward like a frightened little animal as he walked back toward her. The expression on her face was one of utter shock as she watched him smooth his features into a perfect little smile. Illiana was an empathetic girl, sensitive to the thoughts of the few people she surrounded herself with. Once, her sister Melissa, had accused her of being a witch, except Melissa had accidentally said witch with a B-sound in front, instead of a W-sound. She had cried for days, until finally her mother made Melissa apologize for calling her a witch (If you haven't figured it out, Lana doesn't know what witch with a b actually is ^^.)

Anyways, Lana had never met a Career before, but she had watched them with fascination for many years. Ever since she was a baby, Lana Annwn could remember staring at the television screen as people from District One, Two, and Four went onto the stage and lied easily to the Capitols people. She watched the man closely, noticing how very Career-Like he was. Illiana was no expert on people, but years of eternal boredom and forced watching of the horrid Games had made it so she could quickly identify who was a Career and who wasn't.

The words he whispered clicked in her head. Illiana was as dumb and ignorant as any other teenage girl, but after a week of obsessing over Arcadia London, she couldn't help but grow excited. He knows her... It was with confidence that Lana thought this. "Its okay," she spoke carefully, feeling so many strange emotions bubble up to the surface. "I mean, I look a lot like her." She smiled, adding her signature touch, turning an awkward statement into a smiley-fun statement.

Cady-- sorry I almost went into Cady-Mode...Ar--dang I did it again!Illiana pushed herself off the ground, standing a few feet away from the had-to-be-a-Career-from-District-Two. Her big blue-green eyes closed for a moment, and suddenly panic was coursing through her. What business did a former-Career have near the rebel base? She looked at him, fear in her eyes, all thoughts forgotten. Illiana found herself staring once more, but it wasn't at the guy, it was past him into the future. A future where Illiana was an Avox, because honestly there was still one huge question she was dying to find out the answer to:

Did he work for the Capitol, and by extention what would he do with her?

ooc- ughughugh. facebook has robbed me of my muse, I tell you! That and I'm missing Arcadia... poor thing better not die...

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Okay, something wasn't right. Her expression as he had backed away from her was one that he could only describe as hurt, but what had he done? He wasn't sure, but he figured that maybe she was offended. She probably had not realized why he was so surprised, and figured that his shock was to see her face in general. It occured to him that she thought that he believed she was ugly. That was hard to believe, really. Despite the fact that she was obviously worn, maybe from being in the forest for a good deal of time, she looked much like Arcadia London. The few differences that he could easily tell were the color of her hair and eyes. Arcadia's hair was a pretty honey blonde color, and her eyes a shade of blue. This girl's hair was a very light blonde, and her eyes held more of a greenish color in them, and they were neither green nor blue.

Other then that, she looked much like Arcadia. Obviously weaker, but the similarities in her face were remarkable and freakish at the same time. Could she really blame him for jumping back so suddenly?

When he had walked towards her, she backed away as if she was afraid of him. Then again at the same time she seemed so fascinated by him.

The girl seemed to have calmed down ever-so-slightly as he spoke. Maybe she understood, maybe she didn't. When he had spoken those words he was more talking to himself then talking to her, to remind himself that she was not his love who went into the Hunger Games. This was just a normal girl. Who was she?

"Its okay, I mean, I look a lot like her." The girl seemed more confident of herself now, and she stood up and faced him. She wore a smile now, as if absolutely nothing had happened.

A billion questions ran through his mind.Who was she? Did she know Arcadia? Why did Arcadia never tell him that she had.. a twin? It struck him that maybe neither of them knew about the other. Had they lived apart from eachother their whole lives?

Feeling that he was jumping towards conclusions, Griffin spoke. Maybe he could have some of his questions answered. "I'm sorry. What is your name? My name is Griffin Tucker." He was completely calm now, like he was always taught. When a person was calm, others around them usually calmed down as well. The girl seemed.. scared for some reason, or at least her expression showed it. She was making him curious, because she held so many answers to the questions that he wanted to be answered.

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She was like a butterfly. Illiana had watched them often enough, and she knew the delicate flying creatures to be short of attention, and blissfully ignorant to all the evil in the world. Of course, when she watched them Lana did not see the similarities, because she thought she was not ignorant. She thought knowing that the Capitol was evil, and that her sister was easy, made her tough and street-smart. Finally, looking at the calm expression on Griffins face, she realized she was so wrong.

She was a doe caught in the head-lights of a car. So frightened, so curious to know why she could not help but stare at the pretty white light. Illiana could see it now, the way her new acquaintance held himself was the same way Carter used to when Little-Lana came running to him, in need of a hug and assuring words that she was his favorite little sister. It was the same face parents wore when trying to calm down a rampaging infant. Hush, hush now little Lana.

Like a graceful swan Illiana glided toward Griffin without even tripping. She could not help but come closer because he certainly had all the answers to all her questions. She blinked, before remembering how scared she had been that this man worked for the Capitol. But hes just like me. There was the curiosity in his eyes, almost completely hidden behind a fragile Career-made mask, the determination all strong-people had, and the pain that came along with having an eternal purpose in life. Responsibility. Old-Soul eyes. How could Illiana lie to somebody that obviously was trying to sooth her, not hurt her?

She did not lie when she spoke. "I'm Illiana Annwn. You can call me Lana, Liana, Annwn, it doesn't matter..." she hesitated, "But I don't think you care that much, do you? You want to know who I am, not what my name is. Thats okay with me" For a moment as she shifted her gaze from him to the ground, there was a glint of that Old-Soul quality that Griffin possessed. She tuned back up, but settled her gaze on the mockingjay sitting in a far-up branch on the tree Griffin had been in. She smiled faintly at it, guessing that this was somehow a sign she was supposed to be here, talking to the stranger.

Daddy always told me not to talk to strangers, but
Daddy lied a lot.
He told me I was his but,
I'm not.
So I'm just going to stand here and wait,
Then Ill tell Griffin all about me.

ooc- creepy little train of thoughts...

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

As she spoke, the girl walked towards him. Her footing was better this time, and she managed to not fall flat on her face. "I'm Illiana Annwn. You can call me Lana, Liana, Annwn, it doesn't matter... But I don't think you care that much, do you? You want to know who I am, not what my name is. Thats okay with me" Griffin raised his eyebrows questioningly at this. It was true, he wanted to know who she was, but that didn't mean her name wasn't important as well. He was fooling himself when he hoped that she would maybe share the same last name as the girl who looked so much like her. Nonetheless, this girl knew who he was talking about, even though he had not even said Arcadia's name. She knew.

Griffin leaned against a tree and looked at the girl for a moment. She could hold all of the answers to his questions. He had to begin somewhere, so she spoke. His voice was calm, despite the fact that his blood was pumping a hundred miles an hour in his veins. "Nice to meet you, Lana. Again, I'm sorry. You look so much like the tribute Arcadia London. I know her, you know."

[[OOC: Gah worst post in the history of bad posts. Sorry!]]

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Illiana felt herself frowning. Why was she frowning? It was a reason unknown to her at that moment, except that you always imagined when you found out more about her, it would be from your birth parents or uncle and aunt or whatever, or Arcadia herself. Not some guy. She shook the thought away--this was Lana's chance to learn more about her little obsession. She needed to be happy. Illiana had never felt heart-ache. Not once in her short life. Suddenly her heart felt so numb, she felt as though if she did not hold her hand to her heart and listen to its beating, it would disappear. It was a dull ache, but not one easily put aside even in her very busy mind. All the depression one could feel stirred behind the green-blue eyes.

"Oh yeah, I guessed that part," her voice was dismissive, but Illiana stuttered the first part. She did not want Griffin to know that she was unsatisfied with her anti-climactic Arcadia London information-find. She nodded her head once, feeling guilty. "Well I don't. I mean, we've never met." Illiana felt bad for not having any information on her fixation. She only knew about her own origins, and what she had guessed within the past few days. Obviously Griffin was a tad curious about the fiery Tribute.

The teen brought her arms up in front of her stomach, a nervous habit she'd developed after a particularly frightening experience in the woods near her house. Even as she thought of the cruel practical joke now, the hairs on her arms stood. Lana Annwn refocused on Griffin, feeling crushed that she couldn't help him. Was this what her siblings felt like when they didn't have the answer to a question at school? Was this guilt normal? "Well uh, how do you know her?" Illiana eventually asked, her voice timid. Her face had taken on a serious look, and her eyes were cast off to the side, staring at a dying plant.

ooc- I have no muse tonight, and still have to study Ugh I'm in a depressed mood, so my little Lana is in a bad mood. Poor thing...