Out Here Belongs To Me (Jack Lex)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

There was no telling if Fish was going to make it or not, how badly in shape he was was truly shown during the trip to the cabin. Once past the fence it really hit Charlie on what she was doing, being within the district with an outsider. She had never done that before, but certainly the punishment had to be up there with murder. The capitol would assume it as some kind of rebellion and send Charlie away to where her Father is, there was no room for being slow. It was thrilling as always, but so different having someone to rely on. Charlie liked causing trouble solo, beng caught solo, dependant upon herself. One wrong move from either of them would result in both their heads.

The entire way was made up of quiet dirt roads, where rarely someone crossed your path, but once inside the private path to her Father's cabin a huge weight was lifted off Charlie's shoulders. There was no chance of anyone wandering up this way, it was too creepy and abanadoned. It looked like Fish was ready to fall over any second, but once around this area Charlie was much more eaiser with his need for breaks.

As soon as they entered the old cabin Fish crashed to the floor, clearly exhausted. He of course thanked Charlie, but also added an unexpected compliment on her big heart. A laugh forced it's way out at the thought of this, she was the last person with a big heart. Feeling rude she covered her mouth to prevent anymore giggles. "Honestly I just like to break laws." Charlie left it at that, not wanting to go into her secret ways of rebeling against the capitol. "No where near having a heart." She felt the need to clarify, the last thing she wanted was someone to expect her to be a nice person.

"There's water in a small lake behind this. I recomend boiling the water, stove should still works." Charlie points out the small burners that haven't been touched in months. The last note before she would return to the family and serve them fresh game. "Don't go in that door." Charlie shares, before turning away to exit. "Be back later." She reassures.

[Jack Lexington]

Breathing in and out just to regain some strength while my back is pressed against the wooden walls I hear her laugh. I don't understand why she's laughing when I thank her and tell her that she's got a big heart. "I'm not joking." I mutter under my breath but Charly explains that she's just a law breaker and she has no heart. Well, so am I but I sure as hell know a good person when I see one.
Maybe she doesn't allow herself to think of her personality that way. Many of us have been told we're scum.
"There are many other ways to break the law...but thank you. I'm grateful for you being such a wild child."
Once again I have to stop talking because I can't get enough air into my injured lungs, which leaves me light headed.
Scrunching up my face at the stinging pain radiating from my chest I just try to sit still. Obviously I've overdone it in the past days and the long walk today didn't help.

The instructions about the water and the door are barely noticed but I still nod before she leaves.

For a while I sit there, alone in this cabin, now in safety but drawing every breath with a long wheezing sound. It's pretty scary actually but what can I do. I let my head fall back against the wood and try to relax my back so my chest doesn't feel so tight. It hurts almost as much as when it happened but I know I'll get through this so I simply close my eyes and remind myself to be thankful to have made it this far.

After what seems like ages I drag myself onto an old, bed without matress. I'm laying ont the plain boards with a bit of straw and a blanket. I could have layed down on broken glass for all I know because I'm asleep as soon as my head hits the hay.

Hours later I wake with a start because I have no idea where I am.
"Nitya?" I ask into the faint morning light while the only thing I can hear is the signing of some birds.
Nobody answers and then I recall that I'm in district 6.
Closing my eyes again I attempt to go back to sleep.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

As bad as it sounds Charlie was very pleased to finally have Fish somewhere safe and in the district, it was no longer on her hands if something happened. The last thing that she needed was for her to end up with her Father, or without a tongue in the capitol. A brutal shiver went down Charlie's spine at the thought of that, being forced to follow directions day in and day out by horrible people. Let alone the fact she'd be handing over the control to the second oldest Elias, and that was not going to happen on her watch. That'd be too easy for Elias, he'd have to really work to tear such a responsibility from his big sister. For the first time ever Charlie finally realized the care she had for her younger siblings, knowing it was her one and only job to make sure they were all good; even Elias and Heather.

Of course everyone was asleep by the time Charlie returned home, which was actually a good thing on account the sun was just beginning to peak out of the horizon as she unlocked the door. If she was lucky Jaime won't be waking her up to escort all the younger ones to school, hopefully it was the weekend or something of the sort. Slicing the meat into small pieces and wrapping it up for safe keeping Charlie placed her game in the fridge right in the very front so everyone knew what breakfast was going to be. She of course wasn't going to prepare it any further, but she caught the thing anyways, someone else could cook it...right? Once everything was good Charlie grabbed her first chance to crash, even if it meant only for a nap.

The mouth-watering smell of meat cooking awoke Charlie, the sun now high in the sky, and household filled with noises. It toke two seconds for her to slip on some clothing and get downstairs. "Smells good." Charlie compliment to her younger brother Jaime on his cooking, it figures it'd be him. The younger children were all around the house playing, and who knew where Elias and Heather were. "Is it Saturday?" Charlie asked her assumption, it's not like everyone would decide to skip on the same day.

"Sunday." Jaime corrected placing the cooked fox evenly among the nine plates all set up, with half a potato and some veggies already occupying the plates.

"Mm." Charlie couldn't help when taking a bite into the juicy meat. "Celebrating?" Was her second question, before remembering it's just lucky game.

"Just Sunday." Jaime told, beginning to bring the plates over to the table two at a time. Of course Charlie quickly joined in on helping, soon enough the table was set and all nine siblings were around the table eating.

There was small chit-chat as always, several conversations floating around as everyone filled there stomach. "Haven't done this since Dr. Smith left." Charlie commented suddenly, leaving the whole table to fall to a hush. She certainly wasn't expecting that, but then again everyone had avoided the subject until now.

"Why do you have to ruin everything?" Elias questioned with a harsh look, the same kind of expression Dr. Smith was famous for.

"You mean Father." Heather of course scolded that part, she had to be the one most effected by his absents. Even being the third oldest Heather had to be the closest one to Dr. Smith, crying more over what had happened then the baby of the household.

"You guys are ridiculous." Charlie cut-in, rolling her eyes and scratching her chair across the wooden floor as she couldn't sit at the table any longer. "I'm taking it to go, thanks Jaime, enjoy lunch everyone." She didn't even bother hearing any objections, but then again there wasn't any. Only the older ones had anything to say, the ones that actually enjoyed Charlie's company-the younger ones- to intimidated to speak.

"Thanks for getting it for us." Jaime showed his appreciation, not bothering to convince Charlie to stay, it was pointless with the duo of Elias and Heather. Before either of them had anything else to say Charlie packaged some of the lunch and left the door swinging behind her. Certainly by now the Fish guy had to be starving.

There was no need to Charlie to stay in the household today at least, she needed to get away for a few hours and get her mind off of things. Maybe Fish will be up to going out, or if anything she'll check on him and then go out to a bar or something solo. If there was any chance of getting him out of the cabin he'd need help with his injury, except that Charlie had no clue what was wrong with him. She didn't even bother to ask. The only thing she could thing of would be some pain-killers, so she brought along that to. After all food and pills was too nice of an offer, if Charlie helped anymore she'd have to take away the comment about having no heart.

After a double knock Charlie let herself in, after-all it was neither of their cabin, but she didn't want to have him startled again. "I brought you some food." Charlie didn't even bother with a greeting, but dropped the bag on the table. Laying everything out as if she had OCD, Charlie grabbed a slice of the meat and dug in herself. "To share, I haven't eaten yet." She informed, figuring it wouldn't be a problem on account a good portion of food laid in front of her.

Remembering her second offerings Charlie dug into her secret pocket that was on the inside of her boots; the one that kept the valuables of money and pills. She wiggled her fingers around until having a grasp on every pill that laid in there. "Shit." Charlie muttered laying all of the round blue pills next the food, the seven identical pills. She knew that she only grabbed three, meaning that four of them were something much stronger then pain-killers. "I kind of mixed them up with my fun pills though." She explained, examining them to see if she could spot any differences. "They make them identical so that if a peacekeeper catches you he assumes it's legal medicine." As far as Charlie's vision could tell there was absolutely no way of extinguishing all the pills a part.

[Jack Lexington]

The night has left me cold and stiff even though I'm inside a cabin now. It takes a while until the goose bumps leave my pale skin and the blanket around my shoulders has warmed me enough so I can stand up.
For a while I look around the small place, which reminds me a little of the cabin I used to live in in district 4. It had been abandoned just like this one but was a little bit bigger.
My green eyes fall onto the door that Charlie told me not to enter. Taking a long, wheezing breath I straighten up.
Why though? What lies behind it? Some secret stash of gold? Not likely. Some hidden body? Not likely that would smell. Maybe a rifle? Hm...I'm getting curious so I step towards it but just when my nimble fingers reach out I can hear footsteps outside.
Quickly I pull them back and look for a place to hide but before I can even try to hide the blonde enter with so much energy that it almost knocks me on my ass.
She throws some food on the table in the middle of room, which makes me mouth water, but instantly she digs in herself.
There's a lot of food in front of her but I wonder whether she wants me to wait until she's done. I can feel the saliva accumulating in my mouth.
"Can I take some, please?" I ask politely when she starts digging around her leather boot for something and soon produces a few small blue pills. They look a little like the ones in district 4 that the doctor had given me to get through the first days, which were the worst. I've honestly never been in so much pain or such bad shape but I pulled through and am still going with one and a half lungs if there's such a thing. Constantly short breath and on the verge of falling over but still going.
"Fun pills? What the heck are fun pills?" Must be something she's making up. Maybe the pain killers are giving her a rush.
"So you're telling me if I'm lucky they take away my pain and if I'm unlucky I'll be trippin'...or the other way round?"
Eyeing her curiously I try to figure out this girl. She's definetly different than anybody I know.
She claims that she's not friendly, yet she brings me food and medicine...or whatever this is. She takes me to a safe place but forbids me to look behind a door.
"What's in there?" I point at it while tearing off a slice of meat and shoving it in my mouth to savor the taste.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Yeah, dig in." Charlie assures, a bit baffled because the first thing she started off with was that she brought Fish some food...maybe the lack of a greeting confused it, or Fish was just foggy. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the thought of how confusing she was in general; claiming to not have a heart but doing all this. Was it possible to be heartless but still kinder then the capitol freaks? Their citizens consume all they want and desire before leaving their scraps for the lower class, as they already do on a daily basis.

A light blush fell over Charlie's cheeks as Fish questioned her title of Fun Pills. He wasn't from this district so how would he understand the code words anyways...still she couldn't help but fill slightly embarrassed off the silly name, it toke no time for Charlie to cover it up though. "Like Acid?" Charlie informed though it had a hint of being a rhetorical question, something to counter-act Fish's question. Finally he understands which clears the air of whether where ever he came from also had hallucinogens. After all District Six was the district of scientist, who knows if it was the only place smart enough to form such an escape.

"Exactly." Charlie agreed with Fish's statement of being lucky and unlucky, it wasn't unlucky for everyone to consume a drug that makes you trip. "They help me whenever I get badly injured, not sure if you're the type..." She tried to get a better understand of this guy she was helping, the one that figured the nickname Fish would be a better alternative then a simple first name. "Whatever you wanna do." Charlie offered, placing down one that she was examining.

The light eyes dart over to the door that Fish points to; the one she told not to go in. Why would he question it? "You know curiosity killed the cat." Charlie suggested, pulling her eyes from the stupid door. Only one time had she ever been down there, one and only for that matter to. She was very young, but the rebel personality had already kicked in. Exploring was her favorite thing to do, and what better place would be then the cabin her Father forbidden anyone to go into. The first to catch her attention; the large wooden door that led to the basement.

Down there was a young, beautiful girl who had to be no older then twenty and possibly even younger. She was being held hostage down there, along with her giant stomach that would soon be the youngest son of the Smith family and the smartest of them all. There was no explanation given before Dr. Smith intruded and was completely furious with his daughter, yanking her upstairs to feed her some lie about why she was down there. It wasn't until recently that Charlie had learned that the beautiful pregnant women never made it after the birth of her son. None of their mom's did.

"Not sure." Charlie finally answers after snapping out of her daydreaming. It wasn't a complete lie, it had been quite a few years since she was down there, and honestly nothing down there gave any signs of it's past events. Dr. Smith was certainly crazy, but he was very smart. "Just don't like the vibe." She gives some kind of explanation, pushing her food away due the lack of appetite that usually followed when thinking about the horrible things her father had done. "You go right ahead and find out. I don't want to be here, nor do I even want to know." She gave a bit of a harsh statement.

"So what's your plan for today at least?" Charlie felt the need to switch the conversation, and after all it was an important question.

[Jack Lexington]

"Acid." I repeat the word even though it doesn't ring a bell. I've travelled a few districts but never came across it and in my current weakened state I don't want to take any chances. "I'll pass." I tell her and push it towards her again. "I'm messed up enough as it is. But thank you." Again I take a deeper breath. I've been trying to do that more and more over the past few days but today it feels strangely hard.

Her words about what lies beyond the door don't worry me but her facial expression, the slight loss of color, sudden aversion of the eyes. Whatever is down there has scared her and still is. I've seen this reaction in the detention center while I was waiting for my execution. I've done it, too. The very same thing and it brings back terrible fear withing myself so I swallow every other question about it and tell her. "I won't open it. Don't worry."

Charlie tries to change the topic of our conversation to my plans today but her question only makes me chuckle. Of course she doesn't know why so I simply mutter. "I have no plans."
Looking up at her I know I have to tell her a little more than that.
"I'm just trying to stay alive, stay hidden, you know."

Slowly I get up and walk to the door, which makes my head spin. "I need to find some water. Is there a well here? A fish needs to swim, you know?" Honestly I'm quite dehydrated and if there's one thing I've learned on my travels is that I don't last long without water.

Turning around to see her I throw her question back at her. "What about you? Are you going to tell me more about yourself? Are you aware what danger you're putting yourself in by hiding me?" Maybe it's time to tell her more.
"I'm a fugitive." That's all I can offer her and hopefully she won't abuse this piece of information.
"Well, sort of. Nobody knows I fled but technically I did."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

From Fish's answer Charlie could tell that the supplement of Acid -or fun pills as she calls it- wasn't available, or maybe it was just not as known. Either way it didn't phase her at all on account that only meant more pills for later. "Touche." Charlie agreed with Fish being messed up enough already, she wasn't going to brag and convince him that it'll actually make him feel better. After all she needed to keep up her word of not having a heart. "More for me anyways." She joked, scooping up all the round blue pills and sticking them back into her boot pocket. The only time that she ever consumes fun pills alone is when Charlie's actually alone, it made her too out-of-control and taking her inability to have the coy ways she was built with.

It was almost a certain that Fish was showing is way of being concerned towards Charlie, trying to understand why she avoids the basement without actually knowing what happened. "I'm not worried." Charlie reassured with a small sarcastic chuckle. "I just don't want to be here or know for that matter." It was as simple as that. Maybe the child inside of Charlie was fearful of what was down there, the memories and past events that filled the room and seeped through the cracks of the door, as for the present Charlie though she needed to be strong.

At least Charlie was able to switch the conversation, hopefully stay away from it forever. There was a little bit of relating to having to stay in hiding but not really, at least enough for Charlie to have sympathy towards. Nearly every rebellious move she made she had to stay secretive and undercover, but never for long. "I can sort of relate." She attempted the empathy card, though her voice didn't sound sincere at all, it never did though.

Suddenly the need for water springs into Fish, like nothing else no longer matter. Now that Charlie could certainly relate to, then again anyone could on account water was the most vital thing for human life. It almost appears that Fish is slightly drunk while getting over to the front door, it was most likely from the lack of vision and headache he appeared to have. "Don't tell me you found the bar." Charlie couldn't help but joke as she followed Fish, not before grabbing a half-way filled water-bottle. "Here, this will last you until we can purify some water." She suggested, offering it before leading the way outside and to the back of the cabin.

While taking the short walking, Fish was curious about Charlie's situation, including why she was being this risky to help a stranger. "There's nothing you really need to know, and if there is you can just ask." Charlie offered a clear floor, if he wanted to know something he had to ask her straight up. "I'm not one to talk about myself." She felt the need to give a small explanation. "Are you stupid enough to get caught?" She questioned when he asked her if she was aware of how much danger she was in for hiding him.

"I figured." Charlie wasn't shocked at all when finding out the person she was stashing in her district was a fugitive. After all who else would be running away? Someone completely innocent. "Damn so does that mean you've been caught before, and there for probably going to again?" She couldn't help but spit out another joke as she picked up the bucket on the side of the wall and brought it over the tiny pond that occupied the back-yard so to say.

"Ever purify water before?" Scoping up a bucket full of water she went over to the bin -on the side of the house- which held a big hole on the top and a tiny one on the bottom. "Dr. Smith made this." She shared, pouring all of the water in the top hole, and placing the bucket on the bottom to collect water from the tiny hole. "It's sand, gravel, sand, gravel, sand." She attempted to explain. "It traps all the large bacteria you can't get just boiling the water, then you boil it to get rid of all the small ones." Was the best explanation she had, slowly the water ran through it's cycle, dripping into the bucket with a cleared coat.

Just because Charlie was giving a lesson on how to clean water didn't mean she was avoiding the previous conversation, and as the bucket was slowly but surely filling up, she toke it upon herself to return back to the conversation. "Well nobody knowing that you fled is a very good start." Charlie praised a bit, especially because she knew that her next few words were going to sound a bit harsh. "I know how to get away with things." She admitted, though it was entirely true. "Well for the most part, I at least know how not to get killed, or sent away." She left it at that for the sent away part, certainly Fish had to know she meant being sent to DC or worse turned to an Avox.

To share her tricks or to not share her tricks was the question. If Charlie explained how she was going to get away with it Fish could rat her out, or take in the knowledge and figure out a good excuse for himself as well. "Now see if you were caught, I just claim not to know you. Simple as that." Charlie shared her secret, hoping it didn't sound mean and/or rude. After all in this life you have to look out for yourself and yourself only. Well more importantly Charlie just wanted to look out for her younger siblings. "If we're caught together, I lie and say I assumed you were a District Six citizen." The alternative, though it was probably only making Charlie seem untrustworthy with how easily she could spill out a lie and convince everyone it's true.

The bucket was finally filled again, and Charlie toke it upon herself to grab it on account it didn't seem like Fish was in the best shape yet. "Lying doesn't keep you completely safe." Charlie felt the need to tell Fish, none of her crimes had gone unpunished even if she was able to get away with a lot. Not even lifting up the back of her shirt an inch two large scars permanently occupy Charlie's back, the end of them not even revealed on account whips are very long. "And there's a lot more." Charlie shared, almost sounding a little proud about the punishments that now will never leave her. She pulled out a large boiling pot, and poured the almost completely filter water into it. "But I'm not an Avox." Was the only truly good news she held from her story.

[Jack Lexington]

During their conversation a few remarks as well as the sarcasm and tone of her voice made clear why she claimed not to be 'nice'. She wasn't. She was snappy, fast with her tongue and obviously not obeying to all the rules out there, which only meant that I liked her even more. She was like me: Somebody who doubted the Capitol and all the rules they imposed on us but also somebody who had the gutts to go out there and explore what's true. Maybe not to an extend that I had done it.

Quickly I took her water bottle and drank most of it. The wetness in my dry mouth feels reviving and the talk about purifying water surely interests me. "No, I haven't." Secretly I expect another blue pill that she will simply out in the bucket.

The pond out back is pretty green with large see lilies on it and doesn't look like drinking water quality at all. "If I had to make a guess I'd say this water will give us the shits."
But then I get introduced to her purifier built by some doctor and watch in awe as the water really dribbles out clear as spring water on the bottom.
"Wow, this is great. Dr. Who...who is that?" I wonder because the title doctor usually refers to a medical doctor. Maybe he could help me.

Charlie returns back to the conversation. "I know how to get away with things." I hear her say "Well for the most part, I at least know how not to get killed, or sent away." It sounds to me as if she is trying to insult me by telling me I wasn't smart enough to get away.
My expression darkens slightly. "I've managed to get away with it most of my life. Nobody ever caught me until recently. I got sloppy, settled down...I thought I was save." I bite back the comment about falling in love because admitting it makes it hurt too much. I miss Nitya so much it tears me apart. Every day I've walked away from district 4 I knew I'm walking away from her but I also knew that if I stay my chances of survival would be paper thin and hers with it. So I left.

That she'd lie about knowing me doesn't come as a surprise. Who wouldn't? "That's a smart move...if they believe you. I could also claim that I've forced you."
And then she shows me that she's not gotten away with everything she's done either. Heck, the glimpse of those streaks makes me shudder and stop dead in my tracks. How can the peace keepers whip a girl like this? How aweful.
"That looks as if it really hurt." I express my sympathy but she shrugs it off.

As she hurries back to the house I have to take a moment to support myself on one of the trees in the yard because I'm very short breathed today and even our little coversation and the brief walk seem very strenuous.

As I finally make it to the cabin I catch her words. "But I'm not an Avox."
"You'd make a terrible avox. Too much sarcasm and too little obedience." i attempt a joke and watch the water boil in the pot. The bubbles look clean to me and I'm truly thankful for the large supply of drinking water.

Sitting down again I let my gaze roam around once more. How long I can stay here I don't know. It was my greatest mistake to stay in one place too long. "I won't stay very long. The risk of getting caught is too high. Could you do me a favour and keep an ear out whether anybody knows that there's a stranger in the district?"
If I have to run again I might no even survive it. "Where else can I go? the Capitol maybe or district one and two where they breed careers, who are just waiting to tear into a guy like me?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Dr. Smith." Charlie answer Fish's question, her voice filled with pure coldness. Usually thinking first was a smart move, she could of lied and said she was smart enough to build this on her own but then again that would give him the expectation that she was actually smart. "The guy that uh..." She was trying to come up with a simple explanation, this Fish dude probably had no interest in knowing about Charlie and her past, not in the condition he was in anyways. "..lived here last. But don't worry he's not coming back." Now the only way that he'd have a connection is if Charlie shared her last name, but she couldn't remember that far. Now all she could do was note not to mention being a Smith herself.

Part of Charlie felt bad when Fish felt the need to defend himself, the other part a bit amused. "Well hey you got this far." She attempted to compliment, but given how he looks and must feel it wasn't a weak attempt. "Makes me very curious of this horrible act against the capitol you must of made." She actually admitted, after all she was pretty certain being straight forward with Fish would be the only way of getting information out of him.

It was kind of sweet to hear that Fish would also attempt to keep Charlie out of large, dangerous trouble...at least it sounded that way. Would the Capitol actually believe that Fish forced someone like Charlie to keep him save and hidden? Maybe if she didn't have the background and relationship with the local peacekeeper that she does. "If they don't believe my story they certainly won't believe you forced me. Me and keepers around here are super close." Yes another sarcastic comment flew from Charlie's mouth, all the peacekeepers knew who she was, none of them liked her to say the least.

As soon as it was clear that Fish was able to get a glimpse at Charlie's ugly scars she let go of her shirt to fall back into place. She had a love/hate relationship with the various ugly marks around her body; a sense of pride because of her rebellion and being ashamed on account in meant she actually got caught. "It did at one point." Charlie admitted. "Just sucks when all the girls go bikini shopping." Of course another sarcastic comment had to follow the truth.

As soon as the bubbles begin to emerge on top the purifying process is over and Fish has enough water to at least last him through tomorrow. Taking it off the burner to cool Charlie listens to what sounds to her like a compliment though no one else would take it that way. "Awe, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." Sarcasm and sincerity fought one another during that sentence. After all Charlie would make the worst Avox and would probably end up getting killed before the first week was over.

"Yeah, of course." Charlie agreed to keeping her ears open while around others, try to find out if anyone has any clue of what's going on here. "Let's stick with the first steps, you might not have to ditch." Charlie tried to calm Fish down a bit, with his inability to walk around the cabin clearly indicated he wouldn't make it more then a day trying to run. "You at least need to be able to actually run. You can hardly walk." She felt the need to comment, especially before any drastic decisions like going to the upper districts or ever the capitol was made. "Do you have any idea of where they think you are?" She asked hoping basic information would be enough to form a plan.

First things first though, and the number one most important thing was getting Fish back on his feat...without the need to take a break every few yards. "Luckily your in the District of Doctors." Charlie shared the good news. "Don't get your hopes up, I'm no where near smart enough to be a Doctor." She felt the need to clarify, she hardly knew how to clean up her younger brother after a fight. "If you'r okay with it I can ask my little bro to come take a look at you?" She offered, knowing that it was Fish's only chance.


((OOC: How would you feel about me asking someone to join in on the thread? Charlie actually has an active brother that is training to be a Doctor))

[Jack Lexington]

I'm udderly confused when she takes being called sarcastic and disobedient as a compliment. Other girls would hide in shame. Not her though. This chick is different. Self sufficient and tough, who doesn't take orders. She'd make the perfect wanderer but I'd never recommend that sort of life to her.

When she agrees to listen around for any news about 'intruders' I tell her. "Thank you." Of course she's right that I need to lay low and recover for a few days so I can actually make it beyond the fence again.
"I have no idea where I'd be going anyway." I confessed in a low tone. "The upper districts were just a joke. Worst place to venture to because I'd stand out like a sore thumb. In the lower districts I can play 'down'. It's easier, trust me." I don't want to reveil too much about my previous 'excursions' because this girl might use them against me even if she claims to have a close relationship with the local peace keepers, which can only mean they know all about her judging by the scars on her back.

"Do you have any idea of where they think you are?" I hear her ask while I lean my back against the chair because I can feel my legs get weak again.
"Six feet under, I hope...depends on how convincing my friends were. If not, then they'll just know I'm not in the district anymore. Nobody has been following me as far as I know and nobody knows where I was headed."

When she tells me about the district of 'doctors' I remember why I initially decided to head towards district 6. Not only was in fairly close to 4 but also full of people who could possibly help me.
"Well, I was planning to point a gun at some doctors head to help me but your brother would do...hang on, is he a doctor? because I'm no guinea pig, you know?" I try to make sure. The last thing I need is some kid experimenting with me. "How old's your brother?"

OOC: Sounds like a good plan.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

There wasn't much that Charlie knew about the other Districts, she's been beyond hers but never far enough to reach another one. The only information given was about the products they made, and one could figure out how they dressed and acted by the yearly Hunger Games. "It'd be between blending in with freaks or farmers." Charlie commented, after all the upper districts were filled with fashion and makeup when the lower just poverty. "You'd certainly blend in with the farmers more." She agreed to his best spot for after this District.

Finally some good news escaped from Fish's mouth, the possibility of where everyone believes he is. "That's a great." She said, sounding a bit excited. "Six feet under is exactly where your old persona needs to stay." She suggested, after all for someone to pull off there death must be running from something horrible. But unless he was noticed no one would be searching for him. "They'd already have both our tongues if someone was following you." Charlie commented, hopefully not sounding too harsh. But after all the keepers would of raided the place by now.

As much as Charlie hated the next suggestion she was going to make, if anything did happen Fish needed a hideout. "Down over there in the dungeon there's quite a few hideouts that Dr. Smith created." Charlie told, in-case he ever needed it. She really wanted to add that it was the only time Fish was allowed down there, but commanding people wasn't an enjoyment for Charlie, he could do anything he wanted.

A small chuckle came from Charlie's end when being questioned about her doctor brother. "He's almost sixteen." She didn't feel the need to lie, after all it was kind of Fish's best option. "He's smarter then any other Doctor I've ever met, and honestly your best and pretty much only option." She felt the need to add, but it was still in Fish's court, what ever he wanted to do. "A lot safer then scaring some doctor to fix you up while shaking from the gun on his head." She couldn't help but laugh again as she picture Fish forcing an older doctor to help him, using the forceful measure of a gun.

[Jack Lexington]

Her judgement about me blending in with farmers more than freaks is nice but she's also underestimating me. "I can be whoever you want me to be. Been there, done it. No problem, none of the rich stuck up bi..women ever knew." I share a little of my history from back in the day when I was still charming my way around rich girls hearts and never returning anything but a few heartless kisses instead of working in an honest profession. It was easier in some ways but harder in others.
"I prefer the the more 'real' districts. Where people still know where they come from and that what's on their plates used to be a living being once."
It's hard to imagine that food gets so processed and put into pink and blue shapes that people don't recognise it any longer.

I'm glad that Charlie thinks we'd already be avoxed if anybody knew I was here. "It seems like you know the peace keepers around here a little too well...and that they are faster than elsewhere, which is not good."
Being on death row once, even if I didn't know it until the last moment, is more than enough.

Her next words give me the creeps and make me hold my breath while I listen intently. "Dungeons...what? Who is this weird Dr." Honestly I'm getting goosebumps and am ready to pick up my feet and run. "Sounds like Frankenstein to me and I don't want any part in that show."

her chuckle makes me ease up a little. This girl does have a way of making me feel better..at ease even when I'm in the worst condition I've ever been in. She's got a way with people and I'd say her statement about herself is a bullshit. She is nice, just trying real hard not to be.

Of course she's right that her brother, even if he was four year old, is my best chance because I cannot show my face in public under any circumstances.
"As long as he knows what he's doing. My problem is a bit tricky, you see." In order to determine whether her brothers time will just be wasted of he comes here I need to tell her a bit more.
So I lift my shirt and pull it all the way up to my shoulders so she can see the two small round scars in the middle of my chest.
"You're not the only one with scars from peace keeper weapons."
I give her a moment to process this bit of information before I state. "One went in the right part of my lung."
She must be shocked now and realize that her brother can't do a damn thing for me, so I reluctantly drop my shirt and sigh.
"Not really a case for a 16 year old, is it now?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It was very interesting to hear Fish claim that the women in the upper district could never figure out that he wasn't an actual citizen, this guy must have been wondering for quite a while and ever before whatever had damaged him. Of course Charlie couldn't help but laugh once again, she understood what he meant, after all Fish didn't seem like the guy to sleep with men. "So you're a player it sounds like." Still laughter filled her voice, most girls would probably get offended over that but it just seemed like something to note down for Charlie. "I'll remember to keep you out of my bed." Her giggles were finally slowing down, after-all she was the rare type to only sleep with men without forming any emotions and only doing it once...most guys liked this while others didn't, it was surprising how many sensitive guys the Doctor District held.

Already Charlie had gotten to know Fish too far, it'd break her own rules to have any connections, and that made him stuck in the friend-zone. Didn't seem like he'd mind though, nor even capable. Snapping back to his conversation, she was a bit confused to hear that on their plates was living being once. Did they eat each other because it was so bad in the lower districts? "They eat each other?" Charlie asked, a bit jokingly on account she was almost certain that wasn't what Fish meant. Each district had a different unique ways of talking.

Thinking about all her run-ins with the peacekeepers, all the punishments, or hardly getting by was pretty much impossible, Charlie had lost count a while back. "Yeah they're pretty strict to." Charlie shared. "They want to protect their Doctors, and also because of how smart doctors can be." After all District Six was nearly the smartest District, filled with Doctors and Scientist. "And because they're at high risk of going insane." Her eyes were glued to the door that led down stairs, how her own Father went crazy before finding a way to have children. No wonder the peacekeepers were always on everyone's case.

Fish didn't sound at all interested in Charlie's suggested hiding-spot, but then again she had only been sharing weird things down there. "If you have peacekeepers banging at this door I bet you'll run down there." She respond with more sarcasm though it was completely true, hell she'd run down there right now if it was the choice between down there or loosing her tongue.

"You'd be surprised with how much they teach sixteen year olds now a days." Well Jaime wasn't quite sixteen yet, but he had skipped a few grades because of his intelligent mind. Looking closer at the two scars on his chest, at least he was lucky enough to have an opened wound anymore. "You got the bullets out right?" She questioned, though she was pretty sure that would of killed him by now if they were still floating around in his chest. "I'll tell him about it tomorrow." She promised, not wanting to return home until at least late tonight if not actually tomorrow. "Don't worry, the one thing i'm actually proud of is my younger Brother."

[Jack Lexington]

She calls me a player and tells me that she'll keep me out of her bed, which makes me chuckle a little. "I was...not anymore. I found the right girl." I ignore her comment about her bed. Who said I wanted to get into her bed? No, not me any more. Not when Nitya is somewhere out there.

Her next comment makes me laugh out loud. Why on earth does she assume that living beings means 'humas'. "No, no!" I laugh a little too hard, which makes me caugh and loose the little air my lungs can provide. It takes me a moment to actually gain my composure before I explain with a grin.
"That's a really gross thought! I meant animals. You know animals are living beings, too, right? It's good to know that what's on your plate used to be a deer or chicken.We actually call the animals by their names , not veal and beef...stupid rich folks."
It angers me that they don't appreciate what they have.

Charlie continued to talk about the smartness of doctors and how they can go insane and once again her eyes are glued to the door. It takes no genius to put two and two together. So far I figured out that some genius doctor did not only build a water purifier but a lot worse stuff that frightens her but truth be told I don't want to know. I'm not here to interfere with her business nor solve her problems.

When it comes to her sixteen year old smart brother who studies to be a doctor I get an uneasy feeling. I really don't want to become his guinea pig but I surely could use some help. "I'm not sure that there's anything that can be done, not unless your in the Capitol. Have you seen some of the wounds that the victors sustained. They were all gone after the games! "
I can see how her face lights up when she talks about her brother so I nod. "I'd like to meet him, give him a try. can't hurt, right?" At least I hope so.
"Yeah, the bullets out."

The afternoon we spend behind the Cabin, talking, collecting some herbs and edible plants she shows me. It's nice outside and the place is hidden enough for me to feel safe. It's surrounded in trees and tall bushes.
There's also a small ponds that I can dangle my feet in and try to catch a fish.
With a self made rod I cast and then sit and wait in the sun. It takes a while but finally a small carp bites and I yank it out of the water. It looks tiny compared some of the fish I pulled out of the ocean but it's better than nothing.
"Oh, crap. The fish here are so small." I complain but then grab it off the hook and carry it to the cabin, where I cut all the fish bones out.
"How about some fish soup tonight?" I ask Charlie and wonder how long she'll be staying.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

So right people for one another really do exist? Charlie always figured she'd be sleeping around until the one day that she disappeared to never be seen again. Which wouldn't be for quite a few years on account the baby of the family wasn't even five and she had to see that she never made it into the games. Once all her younger siblings were safe, they'd no longer need her and she could dip out. "That's cute." Charlie complimented that Fish had discovered the right girl, her voice was a bit giddy only because she'd never picture herself finding the right person. Once she knew there name their name or any personal information it was over, the mystery was gone and Charlie would easily lose interest. Most kinds didn't mind, but you'd be surprise with the number of sensitive guys that Charlie had to kick out.

For the first time ever Charlie actually feels a little insult/guilty about thinking that people in worse districts actually ate their own kind. It was a gross thought just because it's wrong to eat another person. Why? Charlie was unsure, just the way she grew up she supposed. It did seem kind of like common sense, but sometimes in the games... "I've heard people actually do that. Eat other people. Desperate people, crazy people. I'm pretty sure it happened a few times in the games." Her voice was very monotoned, unsure if she should be joking about this kind of thing when it makes her sick to her stomach. She knew at least one tribute that attempted to eat his victims, certainly it's happened a few times, and would probably happen again.

Charlie truly hated three things; people who openly wanted to rebel again the capitol, of course the capitol itself, and the games. Certainly she rebelled against the capitol, but the bigger the crime the more innocent people were hurt or killed, and that didn't seem worth it nor fair. It seemed that Fish was a bit into the games, most likely not in an entertaining way but more on the line of interest. "Well District Six makes the medicine, trains those doctors." There was certainly disgust in her words, not towards Fish but the capitol of course. "Sorry lets not talk about those bastards okay?" She attempted to rid of the conversation, cool her anger so she didn't seem as crazy as everyone else in this insane district.

"He wont do anything he's not confident about." Charlie reassured Fish about her brother, knowing that he was the safest person and the only one that could possibly help him. "And at the very worst he wont mix up the painkillers with my personal drugs." She cracked a joke feeling like it was long over-due.

They return to the back to collect some plants and for Fish to go fishing, something to pass by the time until her younger brother could help Fish. Also for Fish to get well enough to go off on his own. Charlie felt like she was nursing a wild animal back to health to set him back out into his home again, as silly as that sounds. After an entire hour of fishing he finally catches something that appears to hardly be able to satisfy one person's meal. "I've never tried that, Fish isn't very common around here. And when we do get fish we usually fry it." She went over to examine his catch, bringing along a basket that held various edible plants. "It won't taste fishy will it?" She questioned, giving it a small sniff that held no bad small and only made her laugh. "Looks good." She complimented. "Still don't see why they call you fish though." She teased.