hush your beating heart [Cato]
Apr 19, 2014 11:07:21 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on Apr 19, 2014 11:07:21 GMT -5
eirwen birch
district 2 - eighteen - the devil's spawn
Logan Blackmore. There was something off about this boy; I just know he is hiding something. The family gathering had proved he was nothing - yes, nothing. It was a disappointment to find that every single Blackmore would be a lovely new addition in cult Asyria's ranks - except for Logan. I thought maybe I was missing something, that maybe while he had left the room he had proven himself incapable of love. (For love was deadly, and love was not acceptable within the ranks.) However, I had yet to see this detachment. I had only seen the way he and Milo had embraced, leaving me to believe he was, in fact, too attached to his relations within this world full of infidels to join the ranks as a loyal servant of Asyria and our cause.
But I was aware of the skills that each and every Blackmore possessed, and I was sure that with further assessment I could find what I wanted to see in this boy. They were all killers. And even that statement is a bit vague and under-representing their talents. They were brilliantly trained assassins, born and bred to not only kill, but do it so swiftly and silently that not a single being knew a death had occurred. It was a pure talent that every Brother and Sister of Asyria needed to possess, and this family - the Blackmores - were the best in all of Panem.
So as it is, I have planned to intercept him. Just as talk. Simple. I needed to ask him a questions to determine where his loyalties truly lied. I was certain he knew little of me - that was my job within the cult, to remain hidden, yet noticeable. He may know my name - Eirwen Birch, daughter of Noah and Eleanor Birch, cousin of Cassius Birch, Beatrice Birch, and Ares Pine, the eldest sister of Milo Birch (whom he may or may not have true feelings for) - but he knows nothing else. I masquerade as a quiet, yet popular schoolgirl, a sex icon, and a Birch. A stage name. That's all it is. An elaborate act that I have managed to convince the entire District of, all in order to convert those worthy of a better life.And real family?
However, I am not on assignment. I reported back following the gathering, and was told to keep a close eye on every Blackmore excluding Logan, due to what I had witnessed of his behavior. This was all off the map. I had told my parents I needed to practice my night fighting and had told my fellow Brothers that I would be forced to stay in for dinner by my parents and unable to attend the rituals and ceremonies being performed tonight. But in reality, I had other things planned - none of which included brushing up on my Career skills or eating a family dinner.
I left the house dressed in a Games replica outfit (which I believe is based on the 60th in honor of Mr. Bryze) which looked ridiculous enough that if I had to pick between dying and wearing that outfit again I would gladly kill myself. But I had brought a change of clothes with me, deciding to sport some jeans, my signature stilettos, and a shirt that flashed bits and pieces of my tattoos just for a bit of fun. Because what isn't more fun than catching some cute boy in some dark alley all alone, right? (Again, I have to voice how talented Milo is, finding that gem.)
I had been watching for a few days now, and I was sure he would be coming along soon. I keep my knives hidden beneath my pant legs, just in case something happens to go wrong. Though I so hope it doesn't. Killing someone with such charisma would truly pain me. But it was all up to him whether or not I stabbed him and twisted the knife or gave him a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Either way I would be smiling at the end of the night, but something tells me he would much rather be alive at the end of this meeting than dead.
I smile as I hear a scuffling at the end of the alley and see a silhouette approaching. I push off from the wall where I had been leaning for the past hour, and make my way towards him, but not getting close enough that he could kill me as he was trained to do. I stop short of him and call out instead, quietly, only in the middle of the night my voice seems to echo. "I hear you like the taste of Birch." I say, crossing my arms and continuing to smirk, though I doubt he can see it in this light. "Not sure why you are wasting your time with the inexperienced sapling when you could have the full grown one." I pause, but only for a moment.
"I can assure you I know much more than Milo does."
But I was aware of the skills that each and every Blackmore possessed, and I was sure that with further assessment I could find what I wanted to see in this boy. They were all killers. And even that statement is a bit vague and under-representing their talents. They were brilliantly trained assassins, born and bred to not only kill, but do it so swiftly and silently that not a single being knew a death had occurred. It was a pure talent that every Brother and Sister of Asyria needed to possess, and this family - the Blackmores - were the best in all of Panem.
So as it is, I have planned to intercept him. Just as talk. Simple. I needed to ask him a questions to determine where his loyalties truly lied. I was certain he knew little of me - that was my job within the cult, to remain hidden, yet noticeable. He may know my name - Eirwen Birch, daughter of Noah and Eleanor Birch, cousin of Cassius Birch, Beatrice Birch, and Ares Pine, the eldest sister of Milo Birch (whom he may or may not have true feelings for) - but he knows nothing else. I masquerade as a quiet, yet popular schoolgirl, a sex icon, and a Birch. A stage name. That's all it is. An elaborate act that I have managed to convince the entire District of, all in order to convert those worthy of a better life.
However, I am not on assignment. I reported back following the gathering, and was told to keep a close eye on every Blackmore excluding Logan, due to what I had witnessed of his behavior. This was all off the map. I had told my parents I needed to practice my night fighting and had told my fellow Brothers that I would be forced to stay in for dinner by my parents and unable to attend the rituals and ceremonies being performed tonight. But in reality, I had other things planned - none of which included brushing up on my Career skills or eating a family dinner.
I left the house dressed in a Games replica outfit (which I believe is based on the 60th in honor of Mr. Bryze) which looked ridiculous enough that if I had to pick between dying and wearing that outfit again I would gladly kill myself. But I had brought a change of clothes with me, deciding to sport some jeans, my signature stilettos, and a shirt that flashed bits and pieces of my tattoos just for a bit of fun. Because what isn't more fun than catching some cute boy in some dark alley all alone, right? (Again, I have to voice how talented Milo is, finding that gem.)
I had been watching for a few days now, and I was sure he would be coming along soon. I keep my knives hidden beneath my pant legs, just in case something happens to go wrong. Though I so hope it doesn't. Killing someone with such charisma would truly pain me. But it was all up to him whether or not I stabbed him and twisted the knife or gave him a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Either way I would be smiling at the end of the night, but something tells me he would much rather be alive at the end of this meeting than dead.
I smile as I hear a scuffling at the end of the alley and see a silhouette approaching. I push off from the wall where I had been leaning for the past hour, and make my way towards him, but not getting close enough that he could kill me as he was trained to do. I stop short of him and call out instead, quietly, only in the middle of the night my voice seems to echo. "I hear you like the taste of Birch." I say, crossing my arms and continuing to smirk, though I doubt he can see it in this light. "Not sure why you are wasting your time with the inexperienced sapling when you could have the full grown one." I pause, but only for a moment.
"I can assure you I know much more than Milo does."
i’m faking glory
lick my lips, toss my hair
and send a smile over
lick my lips, toss my hair
and send a smile over