fan the flame {Cameo}

[Knuckles]

Hatred boiled through his veins with every passing second. Hot tears slid down his face dropping on the cold, crunchy ground. Red spots danced before his eyes with each step he took. A gentle breeze flew through the air chilling him to the bone forcing his hands to pull the jacket tighter around him. A dead leaf bounced off the ground flying higher and higher in the sky until it finally came to rest on his head. Kraygon looked around wondering what the hell had happened. Smoke continued pouring from the justice center as the citizens tried putting the fire out. The wind only fueled the fire making it grow larger despite the efforts of those around. Lowly citizens swept the glass scattered evenly across the ground into a pile so when it could be disposed at the right moment. The damage had been done, and he was pleased with the results, but nothing would take away the pain lurking inside as the world moved on like nothing had ever happened.

Swarms of peacekeeper filled the area marching in step holding their guns and whatever else they could grab a hold of. Panic rose through his body. His heart leaped inside his chest bouncing against the chest wall. All the blood fled his face leaving him a ghostly pale color. Hands shook at his side releasing the rocks he was holding onto crashing into the ground. Turning as quick as he could, Kraygon took off running away from the growing number of monsters. Shouts rang out behind him ordering him on the ground because he was only making it worse on himself. Why he was running, Kraygon didn't know. Running from those in charge of the death of his cousin, those who laughed as she fell to the ground, laughed as her cannon sounded through the air signaling the death of someone he cared for since birth. Someone who understood the fears lurking inside his veins when Evelyn threw a tantrum. Esme understood him, and now she was dead. Her life ended the moment her name was called for the reaping, and now was his chance to make the peacekeepers pay for everything they had ever done. He didn't care about the den of lions waiting to devour him. Let them kill him. Let them take his life away, but first they would pay. Every last one of them would pay.

He stopped dead in his tracks before turning around to face the oncoming herd of peacekeepers moving towards him at a rapid pace. Fire danced before his eyes fueling the anger slowly growing inside him. Planting one foot hard on the ground, he lunged forward as fast as he could sprinting at a pace he never dreamed possible. An animal like sound erupted from his lips as he moved towards the arms waiting to capture him and possibly end his life. The end of his life didn't matter. Nothing mattered as he moved forward only caring about one thing - someone would pay. Shots rang out as he got closer to them. A white fire danced through his arm as a bullet pierced the skin. Blood pooled under his jacket. A finger pointed at the peacekeepers standing before him, but the pain resting inside his arm didn't stop him. Nothing would stop a bomb from exploding unless it was deactivated at the last possible second. "FUCK YOU!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as more shots rang out. The fire burnt through his skin, and he was falling arms spread wide towards the ground. Rocks bit deep into his skin as pain completely shot through his body. "You are a stupid one." Something hit him hard in the head, and the world went black.

The moment his eyes flickered open Kraygon knew something was wrong. His chest rose and fall with each breath he took. Blood surged through his body as his heart beat steadily behind his chest. A vehicle screeched to a halt and within seconds the peacekeepers dragged him out throwing him on the ground before quickly ordering him to his feet. A tiny building stood before him as he fought trying to get to his feet, but with his hands shackled behind him the request wasn't easy. "GET UP!" Kraygon pressed a shackled hand against the ground as the peacekeeper jerked him the rest of the way to his feet. "MOVE!" He shouted again. Kraygon turned his head towards him as a boot hit him hard in the small of the back forcing him forward. Blood ran down his arm from the hole the bastard placed there without any regret. "Don't fucking tell me what to do." Kraygon hissed as he moved forward teeth bared prepared to strike.

"You lost that right the moment you destroyed the district square." The peacekeeper chuckled behind the mask hiding his face. Dragging Kraygon forward, the peacekeeper laughed the entire time taunting him over the death of his cousin. His blood boiled inside his veins. His heart pounded harder inside his chest as he fought with everything inside for a sense of calm, but no peace was found. Keys jingled opening the barred door in front of him. A foot hit him hard into the back sending him forward. "GO FUCK YOURSELF!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as the peacekeeper slammed the door behind him. "EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU SHOULD GO FUCKING DIE!" But the screams were no use because they were gone leaving him behind.

He inhaled sharply as he moved around taking in his new living quarters until a death was placed upon his shoulders. Two metal shelves rested on the wall. Kraygon only assumed those were the beds the Capitol gave them. Two metal bowls connected to the wall. One was a toilet obviously, and the other looked like a sink.

This place was disgusting, but he didn't care.

Kraygon was one step closer to his goal.

Someone would pay.

And it wouldn't be him.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Funny how things work out. It's been years that Charlie's been capable of getting away with anything and everything. Of course now it's squatting in a house for less then an hour, that gets her locked up. Damn Keepers didn't even surprise her in her sleep. But she just had to help a stranger for the first time in her life, and now he's one of them while she's here; Isolated in a dark chamber for who-knows how long.

Hard to tell how many days -weeks- it's been with only the light from the hallway. Now it's sort of easy to tell from the guard shift, though there's still no certainty. Even meal times are uncoordinated. Other patients scream to the boredom, but it's surprisingly quiet mainly. Somehow Charlie has managed to resist the influence of crazy that this place holds, outwardly at least. She's always been a little off internally; especially recently with her lack of distractions and entertainment. Drugs usually helped with that, sadly this place lacks them. And on top of that she now has an extremely large amount of time to be consumed by her thoughts. Bad combination.

A dull ache remains present in her thumb, from that egotistical Keeper that didn't know how to make a deal. Yet that same fellow's the one that retied -and gave back- the silly bracelet around her wrist. The only object she has left to claim as her own. To no shock it's also the very thing her mind primarily stays upon. Sitting up on the top bunk, as she twirls it around and pretends she's elsewhere. Like in the past, during the only couple years she held a good life. All that's gone now though.

Louder noises then just another nasty meal breaks Charlie from her continues daydream. More interrogation? Or was the egotistical Keeper's words not complete bullshit? Is there a chance she'll ever be released? 'Course not. Before her eyes even adjust, she can hear the struggle of them shoving in a new inmate. Awesome. And seconds later he's cursing as the door's shut tight. Certainly don't need anymore hints.

"Guess they don't bother with gender separation." The Blonde jokes without budging from her seat. She's claimed this bed. "Sneak anything good in?" She cuts straight to while a coy grin spreads across her cheeks. No point in beating around the bush, or caring about first impressions, as if she ever did before.

[Knuckles]

Every muscle fiber inside him quivered as tears welled up in his eyes. What about Evelyn or Aaron? The rest of my family? He thought to himself. Nothing compared to the anxiety of his younger sister being tormented for something she didn't do. For a while he stared out the door screaming obscenities, but nobody walked in front of him. In fact, it was quiet, almost too quiet. His hands clenched shut tightly balling into fists. Exhaling slowly the world didn't seem too bad. After all he was trapped in the pits belonging to the famous peacekeepers. What would happen to Kraygon? He shook his head trying to forget about everything that just happened, but deep inside the memory of the spear lodging itself into her skull wouldn't ever leave his mind. And his artwork he created the moment her cannon sounded would forever reign.

All it took was a female's voice ringing through the air to make him realize that he wasn't alone. Someone was here in the horrible cramped cell. For how long she had been there, Kraygon didn't know, but she asked if he had brought anything in. Time wasn't in his favor because it all happened so fast. One moment he watched his cousin die on the giant screen in front of him, then the next minute he destroyed the district square in a matter of seconds, and then the peacekeepers swarmed him. Blinking he fought back the pain welling up inside him. They killed her. They killed her. She's dead. His eyes shot towards the ground fighting to hid every emotion threatening to form across his face, yet when he turned towards the lady who was already seated on the top bunk he couldn't help himself. A single tear slid down his cheek before disappearing forever.

"No." A simple one word answer for her question. Talking wasn't what he was there for. He wasn't there for anything other than the mess he created, and maybe if Esme saw what had happened, she would be proud of him, but deep inside the thought shattered. She would never approve of the things he had done. He paced the room turning every corner wondering if there was a way he could escape. But even if he did manage to escape what would be waiting on the outside. To think only a couple weeks ago he was the happiest man alive taking care of the farm animals with Esme. It all changed when the Capitol took her away. His entire life changed as those three tiny hurtful remarks burst from his lips. 'I hate you.' All he hoped was she understood. Kraygon didn't hate her. He loved her like a sister, but he'll never have the chance to apologize.

"I guess since I'm stuck in a cell with you for god knows how long I might as well introduce myself." He plopped down on the metal shelf turning his back from the door. Nobody would look at him. Nobody would see him. Not in the pain slowly growing more obvious with each possible second. "I'm Kraygon." And I don't fucking care who you are. He thought quietly. Only he wouldn't dare say that so she could hear. It was rude, and right now the only thing left inside was the tiny little girl he watched die only a few hours ago telling him it wasn't polite. And Kraygon lived to honor her life despite it being a little late.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Only one word slips from her new cell-mate's lips to answer her question. No. After all this time of being locked up by herself, Charlie just can't catch a single break. Not that she could expect anyone to share the goodies they managed to sneak into this place, cause she sure as hell wouldn't. But might as well try. A sigh escaping her lungs in response, as she leans back against the wall again. Her eyes focused upon the boy that has decided to circle their chamber like a lion in a cage. Looks like she's been paired with a rebel, judging by the steam that's spewing from his ears. This should be interesting.

Eventually he does bring himself around to taking a seat. Losing sight of him as he disappears into the bottom bunk. Given how long she's heard others yell and rampage for, least it appears he's not a complete nut job. As for Charlie, she didn't give those damn Keepers a second of satisfaction to hear her scream. They got enough of a glimpse when they broke her stupid thumb. Can only hope her new friend will agree to keeping things relatively sane around here as well. Only time will tell.

Already she's liking this distraction of another inmate. Not once has her mind returned to the Ruzes, when they were all she could possibly consider a few minutes ago and since she was thrown in here herself. But she harshly shakes any traces of them away now, listening to the one in the bunk below her instead.

An introduction, that's quite formal given the location they're currently in. Must be from one of the proper districts; maybe even a decent life, though his tone says otherwise. Well that, and the fact that he's here. Certainly rich people don't get thrown in here...? "Well Kraygon, I'm guessing screaming won't do you any good. I'm glad you stopped." Charlie smirks despite their predicament, a joking tone never failing to leave her pitch. Gotta make the best of it.

"So what district are you from?" She questions with a load of curiosity. Never did meet anymore then a wanderer, or at least that's what they claimed. Their stories weren't the best though, very far fetched and unrealistic. This one, Kraygon, might actually have some intel. And it's not like Charlie's going to cut straight to asking him about what got him in here. Not yet at least.

[Knuckles]

Tears fell silently from his brown eyes as he stared at the white, concrete wall as the reality of his cousin dying sets in. He'll never see her again, and in repaying her death, Kraygon destroyed the district square when the anger raging inside like a ferocious animal waiting to attack it's prey should have been directed at the kid who attacked her jabbing the spike end of his spear deep into her skull, but that wouldn't have never happened had the Capitol not taken her away. In the end it was their fault. Each year they did this tearing families apart little by little until all that's left were those who stood firm believing the Capitol was right.

All of them would pay. Every last one of them for the crimes committed against humanity. It wasn't right, but for many years nobody took a stand. The one time Kraygon took a stand, he ended up arrested throw into a horrible pit controlled by the peacekeepers. The name given to them was stupid. Nothing about them was peaceful. Maybe it was the reason people called them peacekeepers. Everyone was afraid to cross the lines in front of them. His eyes shut as the memory of the spear jabbing his cousin in the eye lurks behind his eye lids. But today, right now, he had far worse things to worry about. Soon these peaceful peacekeepers would turn into the monsters he knows them as.

His family must hate him now considering everything he has done, yet the image of the flames dancing inside the justice building brings a grin to his face. The sound of the giant tv crashing against the ground continued ringing in his ears. But he quickly began worrying about his sister. Evelyn never did anything wrong, she always listened to her parents, and she always stayed to herself. What if the Capitol used her to torture him? He shook his head blocking the image out. They wouldn't hurt her. For a moment he forgot the world he was trapped in was a horrible prison. Maybe he would survive. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would return home to see his cousin and his sister again. Kraygon only hoped Aaron would take care of Evelyn while he was gone.

That's when the girl spoke breaking the thoughts rolling through his mind little by little. Carefully thinking about his answer, Kraygon spoke. "I'm glad to know someone heard my screaming." Trying to keep up with this lady's snarky attitude, Kraygon tried joking around himself, but obviously this wasn't neither the time nor the place. All he wanted was to go home to his family and this all be a horrible nightmare he would wake up from. Deep inside he knew that was impossible. Nobody would wake oh from a nightmare surrounded by the walls trapped in a cell with another criminal. He sighed as he raised a shaky hand wiping away the silent stream flowing from his eyes. No female would see him as weak especially when he has no idea how long she's been trapped here.

"District Ten. Not that it matters anymore anyway since I'll probably never see it again."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Criminal minds can be the most interesting one. Hence the reason why Charlie's caught more around them instead of normal citizens - no pun intended. Figuring out their strategies and even getting a few pointers out of the deal. Some though, she just can't understand. Like this guy for instances, Kraygon; wanting his nonsense screaming to be heard, as if he's already lost it or it'd make a difference. And it's only his first day, this is a great start. "Only me, and I promise that makes it pointless. Plus doesn't your throat hurt?" That sarcastic tone doesn't fail to alter from her voice.

No point in ragging over her new cell mate. Probably was a horrible experience being dragged to this place, and that's why he's already reacting badly. Could give him a slight break. Which is why she directs it over to where he's from, hoping to get his mind off of it...though her choice in the question probably won't really help with that. His voice doesn't crack with his answer though, only negativity over his predicament informs how he's feeling. "Must of done something real bad to think that." Charlie observes with that same pitch in her voice.

Silence. That's another thing about criminals, it's rare that they give a crap about anyone else. Can ask them a million questions, and they won't have a spark of interest in doing the same back. Feeling as if no one else could possibly be in a worse position, and very self-absorbed. Should of figured she'd get that in a roomie if she ever got one. Still there's no point in getting sucked back into her thoughts just yet. "So what's it like there? I've never been." She jokes since it's an obvious that no one ever leaves their district. Not unless they're being shipped off here or to the games. "Farming district, right?"

((OOC: Sorry it's short, didn't have much to work off of))

[Knuckles]

A small smile spread across his lips. There was something about this girl trapped in the lions den. Kraygon couldn't pinpoint it, but it had to do with how she was constantly joking around like nothing was wrong. Maybe that was the way he should look at this entire situation, but he couldn't force himself too. He couldn't think of anything other than the image of the spear slamming deep into her skull, and he wanted that image to go away. Thinking about what had already happened wasn't anyway to repay her, but standing here in this horrible place was a disgrace. Part of him wondered what she would think if she saw him now.

Shaking his head he turned his back putting it against the wall so he could watch all the prisoners walk by. Maybe some of them did worse things, but at least his cell mate refused to conform. "I guess you're right. No need to scream. No need to gives these demons any satisfaction." He shrugged his shoulders. Nothing in life mattered anymore. The life was sucked from his body the moment the cannon echoed through the arena shattering the veil holding him to reality, and a different life was placed inside; one that didn't care what happened to him, one that fanned the flame burning through his body. Kraygon loved the flame that danced through the justice building, and now he could imagine how it looked. Hopefully it showed the nation what had happened. Hopefully that guy who murdered her would die the same death. If he returned home, Kraygon would make sure he paid. A hefty number placed on his head.

"Well, I went out with a bang." With those words his entire demeanor changed. The pain went away knowing his name would be remembered by all the citizens forever. The fire, the tv, the peacekeeper all of it brought on a new meaning completely. He turned on his bunk again planting his feet against the floor. "Well, I loved district ten. I had some of my own farm animals. I had my own pig, my own goat. My cousin had a cow. We raised them together. I live on a farm, and I enjoy it. It doesn't matter what happened because I was always able to get more animals. Sometimes I would herd the cows. It's warm there too. I was always able to go outside and watch the sunset over the plains." Tears welled up in his eyes thinking about home, and how much fun he had with Esme while she was alive. The two were inseparable, but the Capitol had different plans.

"I loved living there, but now I don't know if I can ever go back. Yeah, I have a family, but..." His voice cracked, and he's sobbing unable to control himself. All the anger and hatred he felt fled his veins in a massive storm, and now he's stuck trapped in a cell. His eyes shot towards the ground. She's dead. They took her. He killed her. And now I'm going to die. He thought to himself. Giant tears coated the floor in front of him.

"Sorry. What district are you from?" He quickly took the spotlight off himself in a feeble attempt to save himself from anymore pain, but deep inside he knew this was only the beginning.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It's too soon to tell how the new roommate situation will turn out. Judging by his entrance, there's only hoping for the best. But who knows, maybe it's simply getting over the initial feeling of being here. Could turn out to be a distracting benefit. And now that he's calming down, the chances are growing higher. Even agreeing that he shouldn't give the guards any satisfaction, as if he could read Charlie's mind. Sounds like he's getting the picture. A smile creeping up on her lips from this change. "I'm starting to like you." She comments with a hint of laughter in her tone. Much better.

Something definitely switches when Kraygon mentions that whatever brought him here, he at least went out with a bang. Wish she could say the same for herself. Gotta remember to ask him about that. But she doesn't want to be rude and interrupt the story she's evoked. Staying quiet as she attempts to picture what life must of been like for him. It's a difficult task given how different her's was. Living it such a beautiful place, actually having things to call his own, that's a far away world for Charlie. Perhaps it's also the reason why this imprisonment isn't effecting her the same way. All she left behind were childhood friends, and she hasn't seen them in a decade anyways.

Indication of tears echo around their cell. Yup, it's certainly the ones back home that has formed this emotional breakdown in her new cellmate. If only there was something she could do, because she's never been good at dealing with criers. So her lips stay perched together, as if to not interrupt him. It's not like she's going to lie to him with the reassurance that he'll get out eventually. She doesn't even know for herself. Can only let him go through it.

Eventually the silence breaks, and Kraygon actually asks Charlie a question. Seems like he's in need of a distraction now, and that she can provide. "Two. It's not nearly as nice as yours. Just concrete and snobby careers." She gives a little intel to get his mind off other things. Might not know what careers are since they only originate from districts one, two, and four. "Careers are these selfish pricks that train for the Hunger Games. Pretty sick, I know." There's no one Charlie can't stand more then Careers, damn ass holes.

With that hint that he went out with something large, comes such a strong desire to know what got him in here. Waiting for things to settle first just won't due. Either of them can be pulled out at any second second, to never return. Suddenly Charlie's head dangles from the top bunch, taking the first glance at her new roomie. Young looking, and surprisingly not hideous. Hard not too assume that anyone here wouldn't represent their ugly surroundings. "So what'd you do? I've been locked up in this boredom...for I don't even know how long. I need some entertainment." She jokes again with a cheesy upside-down grin.

[Knuckles]

Not knowing what would happen next constantly rested on his mind. Even before they dragged him away, Kraygon did what ever he could to keep himself distracted. But here he was now, tears rolling down his face as he sobbed violently. The salt water ran down his face falling into his mouth only reminding him of the flood that became her final resting place. Somehow he wiped the tears away because he couldn't give those demons any satisfaction. He couldn't let them know they were getting to him. That was why he asked the question fighting to get those dreaded thoughts out of the abyss lurking deep in his mind, yet trying to figure this lady out wasn't an easy task.

She's from two. The same district belonging to the horrible fool who sliced her leg clean off her body leaving her for dead. The fire starts boiling inside his veins again. Red spots dance before his eyes, and his hands clench tightly into fists. Fighting to remain control of his body he listens to her talk about how stupid the careers were, and Kraygon couldn't agree more. He never met a career. He didn't even know what they were, but based off her words and his own judgement he formed an opinion. It wasn't common, but people were stronger and definitely fought better in the games than those from different districts. It wasn't surprising how they won the games, yet Esme managed to kill two of them, and for that Kraygon was proud of her.

Fighting the rage boiling inside of him as more tears threatened to flood his face the teenage boy noticed her head dangling from her bunk, and for the first time he saw who he was talking to. She looked like someone who enjoyed getting in trouble, but it was wrong of him to judge a book by its cover. He forced a smile on his face because it wasn't right for her to see a man crying, but she had heard him. He inhaled sharply before blinking a couple times. Listening to her words and looking at her goofy grin, Kraygon forced the anger away at least for the moment until she asked what he had done to get thrown into the den of lions where they waited to pounce at any given second.

"I was standing there watching the hunger games. My cousin was in there - she was like a sister to me, and I watched as the fucking retard jabbed the horrible spiked weapon deep into her skull piercing through her eye. I watched as she died, and the last thing I ever fucking said to her was 'I hate you!' I couldn't take it anymore as they all went on like nothing happened. I destroyed the district square. I pushed the screen over, with the help of friends, and it shattered sending pieces all over the fucking place. I smashed the light fixtures. I smashed the lights and destroyed the cameras. Then I set the justice building on fire, and I watched the motherfucker burn."

He took a deep breath as tears streamed down his face again, but this time the tears were tears of anger mixed with the pain. "I made sure nobody in the district could view the games from the district square, and I'm going to make sure every last one of those fucking peacekeepers pay." An evil grin spread across his lips as he laughed hysterically. If he closed his eyes, he could still see the flames burning in the building as smoke bellowed from the top. He could see the swarm of peacekeepers moving towards him, but nothing made it any better. "I made sure nobody would ever forget me."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Redness surronds the bright eyes of the boy on the bottom bunk. Of course he had been crying, but Charlie's become quite keen on ignoring unwanted noises. Probably from those numerous times in a foster home, blocking out all the cries for parents that didn't want their child. There's better things to concentrate on and she holds no sympathy for them. Sure it sucks, whining over it isn't going to help though. So she shifts the conversation once again, literally on the edge of her bunk to find out what he did to get in here.

"Damn." The Blonde comments as soon as his voice trails off. Destroying Capitol property, and even setting his District's Justice Building on fire, it's quite impressive. Yet he doesn't perceive it that way, as tears reemerge to drip down his cheeks. Why he's not proud over his accomplishment is beyond Charlie, though his somber isn't completely unrealistic. With a crime like that, it's pretty much a life sentence in this place.

Wonder what it's like to have such a close family member, to the point he's willing to ruin his life because of their death. Closest that Charlie can relate is the overwhelming feeling she'd get if Jeran or Kyanite were ever reaped. And still that's far fetched since nothing like that has ever happened to her. Which is exactly why she focuses on what he did, instead of the reasoning behind why he did it. After all she can certainly relate to the desire of making damn Keepers pay.

"Sounds like you're going to be in here for a bit." Charlie gives the unfortunate news in a joking manner. "So how do you plan on making them pay from a cell?" She questions with a tilted head. Not in a rude way, just a curious one. He could have a plan, or just be talking about hopes, and either way she has to know. Can never be to sure if something interesting with spring up. And it's not like she has a busy schedule in this place.

[Knuckles]

A tear fell from his eye slowly running down his face before disappearing forever. Crying made people look weak, and he didn't want this lady to think that of him, but each time the tears fell down his face she knew. A large evil grin spread wide across his face as the idea of making the peacekeepers pay brought a new hope. They would pay for everything they ever did. Kraygon didn't care he was trapped in a cell with someone he had never saw in his entire life until now, but all he had to do was have patience, and eventually it would fall in place. And that was the moment he looked forward to.

How much time had passed since he was tossed in here? Since the doors slammed behind him? How long had it been since the spear slammed deep into her skull? He shook the thoughts from his mind when the female responded. Fire burnt through his veins fueling him into whatever the hopes were of destroying this place. Maybe there was a way for a fire to burn. All Kraygon had to do was find it. When she responded, the smile spread further across his face. Maybe someone admired the damage done back in district ten. Maybe someone was proud of the destruction he had caused. Because the longer he thought about the destruction, the more hope grew inside.

But he didn't need reminding how long he would be trapped in this living hell. A life sentence. Somewhere inside he knew death lurked around the corner threatening to consume his soul. A life sentence could mean a lot seeing as the demons waited for the chance to murder a criminal. Maybe they would chop out his tongue and send him to the Capitol to work forever. Maybe a bullet to the brain wasn't that bad of an option after all, but knowing torture waited in another room, Kraygon was beginning to need a distraction, and his cellmate seemed happy to oblige with her next question.

He ran a hand through his hair trying to think of an answer because he didn't have one, but he had hope, and that wasn't exactly what anyone wanted to hear. Kraygon had a lot of patience and no matter how long he was trapped here the longer the chance of thinking of something. Maybe he could get others invoked. Maybe he could get people to help him, but the question was how. He planted his feet on the ground pushing himself into a standing position and headed over to the horrible sink. "Well, it'll take time because I don't exactly have a plan right now, but I'm in the process of thinking of one. I'm sure they'll open the doors soon to drag one of us away, and then I'm going to attack back. I'm not going to let them take me without a fight. I just haven't figured out how."

Then he splashed water in his face cleaning the dirt and grime away. Kraygon was done crying because he had a plan that needed developed.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

A chuckle erupts from Charlie in response to what she actually hears. Her head falls back upon her uncomfortable mattress, in complete disbelief of what he just said. Can't wrap her mind around the fact that someone that managed to destroy his District Square is thinking in such terms. How many criminals probably came up with that exact strategy, and what sort of punishment was returned. They wouldn't reach the staircase with a plan like that. As if they could take out heavily armed Keepers that brought them here in the first place. "Sorry to break it to you, but they already got you." The Blonde observes. Seems like reality hasn't kicked into him yet if he thinks they haven't got their grips on him already,

Is there any sort of chance to escape? Or even get revenge? Doesn't appear so, though that mindset won't do them any good either. It's quite easy to just give up, but where would that leave them? With slim hope that they'll be released eventually? Time will go by in ages with those thoughts. Perhaps unrealistic thinking is the best they got. "There's no chance to take on a few of them, and there always is when they open a cell." Charlie gives her piece of knowledge from being here for a couple of weeks. Never did get escorted out for interrogation yet, but whenever someone else was, there's at least three of them.

"One time this Keeper got real annoyed with a crazy lady a few cells down. Only time a cell was ever opened with only one Keeper on this level. He made it quiet in a minute." She informs with a shrug. It's at least a start at a good plan. "Just something to think about." And like that, she turns it into a joke. Not quite sure if this is a good idea for her at all. There was a promise that her sentence wouldn't be permanent if she cooperated. Best move is to just keep this all as a joke.

[Knuckles]

When the girl laughed, Kraygon couldn't help but laugh with her. It was a stupid idea. Nothing would work here, and maybe it was best for him to realize this was a lost cause. Sure it seemed like a good idea, but in all reality when the doors opened, more than one demon dressed in white would stand outside dragging the criminal away. He immediately hung his head. All Kraygon wanted was to return home so he could be at his cousin's funeral when the games ended. Seeing her laid to rest after a horrible incident from the games. Maybe he should've thought of that before he destroyed the district square. He moved back towards the metal shelf and tucked himself away. Even this metal shelf was nothing compared to the bed she slept on in the arena. Horrible dark caves with no light. At least there's light from the halls here.

Anger got the best of him when he was home, and now he regrets everything he ever done. The last words he said to Esme would haunt him for the rest of his life. Maybe she realized he didn't mean it, but the way the words fled his lips. The way she shoved him out of the room. The way the tears fell down her face. Did she ever forgive him or did she die hating him? It was all he could think about since she left, and maybe he should change his mind, but words cut worse than any blade ever would.

Kraygon listened as she talked, and he wondered how long she had been here. Not that it mattered because soon she'll be gone and he'll be left by himself to rot in hell. "It's a stupid idea. I don't know. I want them to pay for killing her. Even though it wasn't them..." His words trailed off as he placed his head on the cold metal. His heart shattered inside his chest as the image of the spear slamming deep in her skull plastered itself in his brain. "Maybe I shouldn't take it out on them. Maybe I should find a way to kill every person in district right. Maybe they'll kill me then, and I can be with Esme, and I can tell her I'm sorry. Maybe I should just wade through this like nothing was wrong, and make them think they're changing me. I don't know. I just want to make things right..."

He sighed. Nothing would ever make it right. Nothing wouldn't bring her back from the dead, and he knew it. Looking around the room, Kraygon made sure nobody was coming before curling up in a ball. He didn't even know if the games were over, or if he missed her funeral. Maybe she would understand. Maybe she was sitting in the sky watching over him. It was a lost cause though, and Kraygon knew he should give up, but he couldn't, and he wouldn't.

Someone would pay.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

If there's one thing that Charlie can relate to, it's revenge. The smallest bit can feel extremely good. The larger the hatred, the better it feels to get payback. But in somewhere like this, in this sort of situation, it's a far away dream. Hell she wouldn't be surprised if she turns straight-laced when she gets out of here, anything to prevent her from returning. Still there's no telling if she'll ever be released, or if she could even remain on her good behavior for very long. Can never predict anything in this dark, eerie cell.

One thing to be thankful for is that she's not in her roomie's situation. He has so much more revenge to fulfill, yet less of a chance of ever escaping. "Seems like your in a tough spot." Charlie comments since he badly wants blood for blood, but the peacekeepers here had no connection with the death of his cousin. What a predicament.

"Well that's your best chance of ever being released." She observes with a shrug that he probably can't see. It's either getting revenge in here and dying in here as well, or acting good and possibly getting out. From what he's saying though, it doesn't seem like he has any safe opportunities. He wants serious payback, and that's only going to get him killed or stuck in here. Probably even in a worse cell then this, and constantly tortured for his crimes. Doesn't sound like a good option to Charlie, though she doesn't say so.

Silence roams around the cell while she waits to for him to speak again. She's not quite sure what to say, hardly even knowing this guy and all. "So what's right to you?" She asks curiously. Best way at figuring out where he wants to go, achieve, and the outcomes he's bound to have.

[Knuckles]

Dying in here isn't an option. Letting them change me isn't something I can allow. No matter how long it takes, I'm here to fight. I'm here to make them pay, but in all reality I'll be the one paying. So much damage done back home. Esme's dead. My family probably thinks I'm dead, but I can't help but wonder how Evelyn is doing. She's part of my life, and she's so different than the rest of the world. Each morning we fed the animals. The precious sounds she made following behind me will never leave my mind. Her and Esme could be twins. They look so much alike, and the last time I saw her was the morning before Esme died. God I miss her, and I would do anything to take back those evil words I said before she was taken away. Hopefully she knew I didn't mean it, but it doesn't make it any easier especially now that I'm stuck here.

The metal shelf underneath me is cold, and the room is horrible. It's nothing like home, but I guess part of it is allowing the chance to take in pieces of what they'll do to me when they jerk me from the cell. The gray walls, and the gray tiled floor doesn't make this place welcoming. It speaks of criminals laying inside the rooms waiting for whatever the peacekeepers decide to do. Maybe if I was calm, I wouldn't be here right now, but she didn't stand a chance, not with a missing leg and several feet of water flooding the labyrinth she was trapped in. Every time I close my eyes I see her dying over and over. It's tearing me apart, and I can't do anything about it because I was stupid and destroyed the district square. If I could go back in time and change it all, I would. Sadly, that's impossible. Now all I can do is wait. Maybe I'll make it out of here. Maybe I won't. Maybe I can join Esme wherever she is now. That would be really nice.

"You have no idea." I mumble while looking around the cell. I don't know her name, and truly I don't know if I want to know because they could drag us away. Who knows what would happen then. "They can do whatever they want to me. They can kill me for all I care. It would be welcoming." Getting out and thrown back in the world of district ten wouldn't help me a single bit because every fucking peacekeeper there would pay. Each of their heads would bounce against the ground over and over until their brains rested in front of them. It's my way of showing the Capitol they can't stop me from getting what I want. Esme never asked to die. She never asked to go in the games, but she didn't have a choice, and I can guarantee the peacekeepers won't have a choice either when their soul flees from their bodies forever. Yes, I would love that.

When she asks what's right with me, my mind dances around throwing many thoughts in the front of my mind. Truth is I don't know what's right. My folks raised me not to kill anyone, but I watched the sweet innocent little girl fall from being killed. I've watched many people killed for the joy of the Capitol. Killing is wrong, but if that's what it takes for me to show them I don't care what they do to me, it's what I'll do. "That's a tricky question. My folks raised me to not get revenge to let it fly over my shoulder, and for so long I did, but they've gone too far now. She didn't have a choice in what happened to her, and they shouldn't have a choice in what happens to them. For one year they should go in the games fighting against one another for survival. They should be forced to kill. Their families should be forced to watch while we get enjoyment from them dying."

I pause for a moment taking a deep breath knowing they can hear every word I'm saying, and I want them to hear. I want them to know how I feel. "I guess getting revenge. Destroying them like they did me is what I believe is right. And honestly, I don't care if it kills me in the process because I'll be with Esme once more."