One must always be aware. Olivia/Alex

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Olivia Revenue Age: 15 The rancid smell of sweat invades her nose. This small girl of fifteen who looks much younger than she really is appears through the doors of the training center. Not only does her looks say one thing about her youth, but her height suggests that of someone younger as well. Her mindset though, is probably older than most of the eighteen year olds here. Her instinct to live comes naturally after living with a prone killer since she was born. Her senses heightened beyond those that would be in this sort of game for fun. She's not here for that at all. She's here for herself. The only one that is truely the only thing that stands between death and herself. Somewhere in the distance, she waves to some red headed girl that gives her a nod. With a respectful notion back, she allows a smile to grace her lips as she drops her bag near the empty sparring area. Only then, does she retrieve the staff that has been attached to her backpack with nothing more than string. Very ingenious, one might call her handy way of carrying her favorite weapon. To some, the old beat up wooden pole would make someone laugh, but to Olivia, it is her only defence against the reaper and his friends. Namely, her brother, whom until recently was always her cause to keep the wooden toy nearer to her person. For once, she has nothing to fear. She has nothing to worry about as he has been taken from her possession and left in it's wake a confused father and a grieving mother. Both of whom, has decided to keep their daughter out of the loop on why. The only reason she knows what has happened, is because she has done everything possible to find out what happened that day. "Damn peacekeepers." Her mouth mumbles as she releives herself of her shirt, showing only the sports bra and a small covering over it that still shows her midrift. A pair of pink shorts to show off how thin her legs are but what it does show is that they are pure muscle. With stick in hand, she pulls tight on the left, tightening the fabric around the edge that threatens to fall off. Satisfied, she takes her stance and allows the staff to come to an angle outward, with both hands gripping the wrapped area with ease. It doesn't waver at all. If anyone didn't know any better, one might think she was a statue. One quick movement, she's crouched with the staff now touching the matt. The sound of the pole hitting the plastic below coming out only after she makes contact. Her deep brown eyes light up with a pleasurable look.

[Anatra]

Alexander Orca

I've been tired of this thinking
so I've drowned it out with drinking
Tastes like a bitter pill but I'll just wash it down
With the taste of something sweet that some doctor gave me now
And this is a madness
I'm not giving in

It's the harmonic morning that has Alex waking up at this early hour. His hands wake first, stretching out over what he has hold of. The collected bundle in front of him that stays desperately within close contact; a woman. His eyes don't need to open, because this is all frequent to him. She comes round and she stays until the late hours on purpose so she has a reason to stay; 'I can't walk home at this hour!' She would always say with a completely guilty face. So instead they turn the heating down and rely on each other for that heat. Just confined to the single bed, but it is actually quite spacious. it is almost a double, really. It can fit the pair of them.
He is against the wall though, and she is in front of him, facing outward towards the room. He can feel the warmth that has built over the night gathering all around him, the sunlight beaming through the window in the center of the wall to the left. He reaches over, the niceness of the room temperature hitting his bare chest a slight. With only the slightest lean, he reaches the lamp and switches it off. They sleep with it on, so that they can see each other. It was Adina's idea.
It wakes her up, and she stretches a little, for what amount she can do. When she does though, she runs her hand down his arm mid-stretch and slips her palm into his. He smiles at her, and places a subtle kiss upon her shoulder before raising himself out of the bed. She rolls into his space as he leaves. He quickly slips on some sweatpants over the boxers that were already on his body, and he takes from the folded clothing pile by the door a black hooded jacket, with a small white trim for the zip that goes over a black t-shirt beneath, his dog tags that his uncle gave him 'Alexander' being on one, and 'Orca' being on the other. With that, he turns to Adina who's mustering the awareness to speak. "Where you off to?" She says curiously. "I'm just nipping out to the gym. It's only early, so you can get more sleep if you want." He suggests to her. Most women could find reason to suspect something of Alex here. Going to the gym, wanting his girlfriend to stay in bed? The trust is so strong. She doesn't even need to suspect him because she knows for a fact he won't do anything like that. "Alright, break a sweat." She says before burying her head in the pillow quickly. He gives a private grin to himself, looking upon her for a moment. He knows for a fact he will miss her, even for this brief amount of time.

Nobody else is awake... In fact, that's not necessarily true, and Alex finds that out when he goes downstairs. He heads into the kitchen straight away, the dining room just next to it through a small archway with no doors. He goes to pour himself a glass of milk, but looks to the side and sees somebody sitting at a chair, their head buried in arms and their breaths deep. Alex contemplates ignoring them, but his conscious tells him otherwise. He brings himself over. When he gets closer he can see that the person is in a deep slumber, but not snoring at all. "Tyren." Alex states. Suddenly he starts up again and looks up at Alex, the table seen by Alex's keen gaze to have a dampness beneath where his head was. "Alex." He is quick to say, almost exclaiming. "What're you doing?" He asks, taking a drink. Tyren sighs a little, "Oh... I was just..." He sleepily says, almost revealing the reality. "Don't matter, I should head back up to bed..." Alex nods once at him. Tyren gets up and heads on up to bed, and Alex's curiosity is peaked.

The house seems empty at this time in the morning. Alex wasn't planning on staying put for long, though. This has always been the routine. Get up; get moving. He slips his trainers on and doesn't feel the need for a jacket, so he opens the door and slips the keys in his pocket. The rest of his gear is at the training center anyway.

He takes the long way, and walks reasonably slow. It's soothing to take your time. Plus, there's no point in wearing yourself out before you get there. His hand opens the main door and he checks himself in as usual. A simply Hey, and even a Thanks, from the person in the small office with a panel to the main room as he signs his name on the sheet. Not everybody does it, but sometimes it can get you incentives. The locker room isn't far so when he gets in he notices the lack of early birds. Not many people come down this early anyway. He takes from his tall locker, that are about as tall as he is, but thin and narrow to fit more in, a wooden pole. It's a silvery colour though, and very clearly been sanded down professionally. He must have bought it, or borrowed it. It's a long staff-like weapon but it has the ends that can fit tips on if you wanted to add them. They'd have to be wrapped on and screwed in though.

He takes straight to the training hall. "Damn peacekeepers." He hears just as he's walking in. He knows exactly where he's going now, it seems. She had only muttered it, and she only looks around 12. That's before he sees her skills. She looks capable. He sees how she dresses. When he looks, it is most definitely not in the way that he would look at a woman his age. It's like looking at a little sister. He sees how she conducts herself. She's trained, or has a reason to be that good. A little polite smile comes onto his face as he approaches. She's young, afterall. He doesn't want to come across as intimidating - like he would be to any career. He does look it though, or some people at least think that. She has her back turned. Whether she can hear his footsteps that are casual, he doesn't notice. She could easily, though. She takes another swipe as she did earlier, but instead, Alex just keeps his staff in the way as she turns around. He blocks it, as though he'd been there for the whole time but she perhaps didn't notice. In reality, he'd just arrived and this was his way of introducing himself. "Hey." He greets. His voice is quite average, maybe even a little lighter than most. It's unexpected because he's quite a domineering personality. "That's quite a skillset you have there. How long have you been training?" He asks her, him being the eighteen year old and her being, what he assumes, the twelve. Each end of the reaping age.

We're shining like diamonds
With fire in our bones
Standing beside you I've a feeling that I'll never walk alone

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Olivia Revenue Age: 15 The vibrations tingle in her palm, rubbing roughly against the newest of blisters on her hand. Scars decorate her delicate skin like freckles on redhead, yet she doesn't flinch when she grips the weapon tighter. Years of practice with the wooden staff makes for uncomfortable rubbing with the hours that she's put into working with this particular peice. She's also learned that showing pain is a big no-no. With the position she's found herself in, she stays in that crouch for longer than intended because she's littered with thoughts. Her brown eyes trained upon a spot on the floor that has caught her eye of a small crack in the plastic matting. That crack in the shape of the scar on her forehead, a light white mark that marrs her skin. Quite noticible for someone who would continue to look at her for more than a few seconds, but if she was quick, one woudln't notice. She takes no precautions to hide it though. Instead, she uses it to her advantage. Her hair is pulled up and away from her forehead on that side, just to make sure it's seen. She lets out a breath, one she didn't know she was holding and she expertly moves with the crouch to slither like a snake to another position and using the staff to guide her body movements upward with it. With the sudden movement upward, her staff moves along with her, swinging without haste, to cut through the air. Only, there's an unexpected force behind her that has stopped her staff from doing what she wants. Her movements are blocked by another; another long pole made of another material. It's nothing quite like hers. It's newer. More valuable and expensive. Perfectly chosen for someone with wealth and skills. Her eyes connect with the weapon and her lips curl upward just a little. Only then, does her eyes travel upward to the weilder of said weapon and what she see's doesn't bother her at all. His dark hair, a more darker color brown then hers, is seen first along with his eyes. His eyes is what holds his power, she quickly makes that assumption. Even when his voice comes out with a 'hi', she doesn't speak to him. Not yet, at least. She continues to study his face for only a few more seconds as her eyes travel to his nose and then his lips. His shoulders, she stops at because she can see the muscles that has allowed him to stop her solitary spar with herself and the plastic mat beneath her. When he speaks to her again, she still doesn't respond to him. She holds the weapon close at hand and never allows her fingers to lose its grip on his weapon. One small amount of give and it could all be put to waste. He could easily overcome her because she can see so easily how much older than her he really is. With age, comes strength and skills far beyond her own, but she's willing to challenge that anytime. The staff is her baby. It is her way and it is her life. Her movements come next as she takes the next moment to make her own greeting to him. Spinning out of his hold on her weapon, she lets the staff spin around her back as she takes a new swing at the intruder to her private lesson and it makes a swoosh through the air as she takes aim, hitting his arm in the process. "What gives you the right to interfere? I am not looking to partner right now." Her tone is biting, but her voice is soft, yet gentle. Clearly, she's not mad at him, but her words say otherwise. A moment later, she pulls her staff in near her body, letting it rest behind her elbow. She stands with a sort of maturity not found in most careers her age. Her chest shows no amount of exertion at all to her quick ending spar.

[Anatra]

(Sorry about the length! Just thought I've give you the chance to post again before my exam on Tuesday)

Alexander Orca

I've been tired of this thinking
so I've drowned it out with drinking
Tastes like a bitter pill but I'll just wash it down
With the taste of something sweet that some doctor gave me now
And this is a madness
I'm not giving in

When he speaks, he is met with only a blank face and if there were words, they would be as plain as day it seems. Alex's face is the same to the extent that she remains so silent. He's wary, but when she spins to strike his arm, symbolically or not, he just legs it happen, and doesn't even give it a shrug. The way she is conducting herself suggests that she older than Alex had first thought. He looks across her face, "What gives you the right to interfere? I am not looking to partner right now." He narrows his eyes a little, figuring her out. The small scar upon her forehead calls out for attention and he gives it what it wants. Scars, something he can relate to. He has none. At least no major ones. Major would be like his brother Tyren's. Scars, to him, show experience. She's clearly not somebody that he should consider messing with; not due to the likely danger but because she's probably been through quite an ordeal in order to even get a scar like that, in a place like that. Any real career has scars at some point. Alex's just heal.

"I can do what I want." He says with that lighter voice than his, but still clearly that of an eighteen year old male. "That's a pretty toy you've got there." He mentions. "Where'd you get it?"

We're shining like diamonds
With fire in our bones
Standing beside you I've a feeling that I'll never walk alone

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Olivia Revenue Age: 15 With the staff in a non-threating position, Olivia keeps her stance like a rock; still, unmoving. Her eyes flashing to every part of his body as if she was expecting him to strike her at any moment without notice. Her lips tighten slightly waiting on him to just walk away to her statement about not partnering, but when his dark brown eyes look her over, she see's where his eyes land. Only then does the smile creep upon her lips for him to see. She has seen how he notices the scar left by blood. That in turn gives her a slightly less aggrivated tone when she furthers her speech for him in order to answer his numerous questions. "Can you? Don't let age fool you." She speaks with nothing but truth because with her brother's age, she has no problem fighting the big boys. If anything, she can find herself a bit cocky, but sensible. She knows whether she can handle a fight or not and when she needs to walk away. Although, her eyes scan Alex, trying to size him up in her books and without that malice in his eyes, she's fully aware that she can take him if she had to. "It's not a toy. You should know that. You have one as well, but yours is fancy. Do you even practice with it or are you just using it to intimidate little girls?" She pauses a moment to consider answering the other part of his question. A light breath enters her lungs as she begins tapping the end of the wooden staff against her foot. It's not completely out of boredom, but perhaps she's a little uncomfortable explaining where the staff came from. "Let's just say I got tired of using twigs and rocks to defend myself. The forest is full of sturdy sticks. Crafted it myself. Careful though. You don't want to handle mine. Causes splinters." Her eyes never leave him as if she was a viper waiting to strike at her prey again. The hit against his shoulder was merely a warning. She acts as though she is being threatened by something that is too curious for their own good. With a soft voice, she brings the question back to him. "What about your little toy? Mommy get it for you? It looks expensive."

[Anatra]

Alexander Orca

I've been tired of this thinking
so I've drowned it out with drinking
Tastes like a bitter pill but I'll just wash it down
With the taste of something sweet that some doctor gave me now
And this is a madness
I'm not giving in

A smile, a grin. Something warming or something grim. Alex notices the small change in her tone. Was it something he did? He isn't sure. He isn't the most perceptive person. He's usually the more brutal, arrogant and ruthless of the pair; him and Tyren that is. "Can you? Don't let age fool you." Alex nods. "I wouldn't." The two words that deny his naivety to think that she would be weaker than him. The truth is though that Alex doesn't use the spear or staff that often. Him and Tyren took to the same traditions and same weapons in order to make training easier. Tyren and he practiced with the bow and arrow every time. If the archery range was full, they'd take to these wooden staves and have a spar. That's all there is to training; sparring. Apparently, that is. To Alex, there's so much more. Learning to fight is like learning to drive. Except when you learn to drive, you stick to the rules. Fighting is open, free. People usually forget that you have legs, another arm perhaps. Every part of your body is a weapon, the staff in his hand right now is just an extension of that.

Her next words dig a little deeper. "It's not a toy. You should know that. You have one as well, but yours is fancy. Do you even practice with it or are you just using it to intimidate little girls?" I do know that... He tells himself. And there's no difference between yours and mine. He narrows his eyes on her. "Why don't you find out?" He teases, a small grin on his face. He's not acting purposefully intimidating, but naturally he's in sports gear, got a more expensive weapon and is much older clearly. And, there's the fact he is a male. Any genius can figure that most, if not all men are naturally better at being stronger - he's one of the people that have taken to that.

"What about your little toy? Mommy get it for you? It looks expensive." His little toy... Alex shakes his head at her, a grin on his face still. "No, not quite. I stole it from the Peacekeeper Academy. I hope you can keep secrets."

We're shining like diamonds
With fire in our bones
Standing beside you I've a feeling that I'll never walk alone

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Olivia Revenue Age: 15 Age can sometimes have a downfall for most people. For Olivia, it is one thing that is in her favor. Even though she's been through enough years of her life to know how to survive, her features suggest otherwise. That, in her favor, gives her the advantage. She's sure to give off that impression that she isn't some 'little' girl from the moment she starts swinging that staff around. Simply because she's had enough time to develop her craft. She keeps that unrelenting stare toward this guy in front of her and her eyes never part from any part of him. Not even for a second does she advert her gaze. She knows better because her brother has taught her so many times that you never take your eye off the enemy. The question remains for her to think about and let stew in her head. Is he the enemy? She watches him so intently when she answers his questions but get small replies back. Apparently, he's more action then talk as he's shown right from the get go. He's more into trying to make her look like a fool rather than just introducing himself the proper way and asking. No, he's nothing but a jerk and she's put that into her head almost instantly. However, she won't judge him for that. She can't because he knows nothing of the reasons why she don't want to partner with anyone right now. Her temper is the cause. She makes a teasing remark about his staff, trying to rile him up for reasons unknown to herself. Perhaps, she is trying to get this man to challenge her? Maybe if she does release some of these pent up issues it might make her resort back to her caring self. Today just isn't her day and why of all days this guy has to be the one to try to interfer is beyond her. Awaiting an answer, she sighs. She really is expecting him to say that he got it as a gift from his mother or something like she had suspected, though, what he says next has her brows furrowing in distaste in an instant. "Stole it? You're one of them aren't you? A peacekeeper or trying to be one. They won't allow anyone into their facitility unless you are part of their ranks. You and the lot of them..." She spouts off but somehow her voice just doesn't raise enough to make her sound mean or hateful. It keeps this unusually gentle tone even when she's pissed. "Go on then. Challenge me, if you must. Isn't that why your here? Not enough that you take him, but you think I'm part of it, too, right? I got news for you. I had nothing to do with it."

[Anatra]

Alexander Orca

I've been tired of this thinking
so I've drowned it out with drinking
Tastes like a bitter pill but I'll just wash it down
With the taste of something sweet that some doctor gave me now
And this is a madness
I'm not giving in

"Stole it? You're one of them aren't you? A peacekeeper or trying to be one. They won't allow anyone into their facitility unless you are part of their ranks. You and the lot of them..." Alex tilts his head a little, giving a curious look that is suggestive to his nature. Assumptions, assumptions. It all adds up though, and it is completely truthful; he is a peacekeeper. Not only is he training to be one, he's actually finally been promoted from the poor rank of recruit and into the certain rank of private. It means he's actually in the military now. Though, he knows he won't be going any further into peacekeeper than where he is now. He and his girlfriend plan on better things, purer things than turning celibate and committing atrocities for the Captiol. "Go on then. Challenge me, if you must. Isn't that why your here? Not enough that you take him, but you think I'm part of it, too, right? I got news for you. I had nothing to do with it." His curious look sustains. He doesn't understand a word that the girl is saying, but still he proceeds to roll his shoulders preparing. "Sure, I'm a private in the military. Doesn't mean I know what the fuck you're talking about..." He tells her, not caring for his perhaps foul mouth that slips the swearing out all of the time.

"If you want to hit me again, go ahead. I just wanted to say hello, I haven't been around recently and I like to get to know most of the people here. I'm Alexander. Alex, Ally, Al, for short." He holds out his hand for her to take.

The moment she even thinks about it, he'll swipe at her hand jokingly with his staff, a grin on his face.

Or not, depends on what she does.

We're shining like diamonds
With fire in our bones
Standing beside you I've a feeling that I'll never walk alone

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Olivia Revenue Age: 15 Curiosity is written and plastered all over this guy's face. With his eyebrows arched and that blank expression as if he knew not a thing, Olivia glares at him with such a threatening attitude. Her fingers flex, gripping the staff tighter until her knuckles start changing colors from her lightly fair skin to a milky white shade. Her feet are planted firmly on the ground, and even her knees bend slightly down as if she was ready for him to try to knock her down. If he were to do anything to try to threaten her, she'd be ready for him. Scanning his features, watching for the slightest little twinge in his lips or cheeks; even his eyebrows. When he suddenly spouts off words, she is completely taken aback. Her head twitches from side to side in a quick movement like she was going to pop her neck. Her eyebrows arch into a more serious approach. His shoulders make the first movement and it has her moving her staff quickly in front of her in a defence position before she realizes that he isn't about to fight her. Instead, his vular attitude comes out. "Yeah. I've heard that before. You are all alike." She complains to him. Trust is something she has no need for, let alone for him now that she has the needed information that he is someone that can take her where her brother has gone as well. She's got no need to go there. She's done nothing wrong but accepted the cruel abuse from her brother for years and the neglect from her mother. Trust has no way with her. Her ears must be deceiving her. This brown haired gent in front of her declares for her to hit him if she needs to and even goes as far as giving her his name. Again, the idea that she doesn't want to partner today leaks through her mouth again. "Already told you. I'm not interested. Maybe some other time, or rather, never with the likes of you, Mr. Al." She hisses out. A feircesome cat, she has become and she turns down his offer to shake his hand. She's not one to take offers so lightly. Instead, she gives him a half-assed grin. "Nice meeting you. Carry on, cadet." She jests about his position in the military and turns on her heels to walk away from him. She doesn't worry about hurting his feelings. She knows his age and status is that way above hers. He should be fine, emotionally, to her blunt disreguard for his gestures. A mocking chuckle escapes her lips as she takes another empty part of the mat away from where she last stood, once again, taking a stance with her staff out stretched and unmoving and begins the regiment once again, falling into a crouch with the staff under one arm and laying across her back.