Morning Jogs (open in beginning)

[Callie May Waters]

Callie May Waters

District 4

Callie tied her shoe laces a little tighter before dashing out of the door for her usual morning jog. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, painting beautiful shades of red and purple across the morning sky, crisp with the morning air. Callie loved to jog at this time because it was like the world was a whole different place.Like the world was a lot more kinder and a lot less scary.

As Callie jogged, her mind wandered completely. She was thinking of what the old world had been like. Back before Panem... America. She had learned of a few things here and there, but that had nothing to do with the way they lived. Did they jog? Callie couldn't help but wonder what the sky looked like back then. It had to be the same... Right? The world couldn't have changed that dramatically... Right? Callie knew practically nothing, and couldn't help but wonder why they were told so little about the old world.

With her mind off in a different place, Callie had paid no attention to where she landed herself this time. Blinking, she looked around and realized she was about to take a step back. Fear slapped in the face and nearly doubled her over as she realized she had never set foot on a dock since her sister's death. Taking another step back, she wanted to run but for some reason couldn't. The dock had some sort of equipment on it that captured her attention. She backed up again, and this time into something firm and solid. A person.

"S-sorry." She said as she turned around to greet the stranger.

[night]

Anya spent most of her waking hours working on the fishing boat. The tiny boat that would, soon enough, be at the bottom of the ocean. Of course, Anya the Victor could easily afford a new one, but Anya the Poor Girl was still too prominent in Anya Weston's head. She carried rope and another basket to put the fish in (there seemed to be far more these days) down the dock and on her way to the tiny, beaten-up boat.

But something knocked into Anya, hard, forcing the rope and the basket out of her hands and causing Anya to stumble. The Victor made a sort of growling nose from the bottom of her chest as she bent over to pick up her things, ignoring the girl apologizing for knocking into her. "Yeah," Anya snapped, "I am, too. Watch where you're going."

ooc:sorry this isn't great! i noticed you were new and it always sucks to wait around forever to someone to reply and i had to get this post done quick! my next one will be better, promise!

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[Callie May Waters]

Callie May Waters

District 4

Callie blinked as she realized who she had bumped into. A victor from one of the past hunger games. She stared for a minute, before turning her attention away when the girl started snapping. Call's sunny attitude melted away, but she kept her tongue in check and bent down to help the girl pick up her things, her panic lessening, but still present.
"Again I'm really sorry. It realized I was lost and got scared. I'm sorry. I'll be more carefully next time." She said straightening herself up. "Are you alright?" She asked carefully, fearful of the girl snapping at her again.

((No, your post is fine. Don't worry. Thanks for replying it was thoughtful of you!)

[night]

"I'll be more careful next time."

Anya sighed, dropping the woven basket back onto the ground so she could re-wrap the rope around her shoulder and elbow into the neat coil it previously was in. Despite her riches and fame and all that glory everyone was talking about during her round of the Games, somehow she still found it necessary to work on the boat, and keep up her old life, like nothing had ever happened. "Yeah, you should hope so." She said to the girl, tone bitter. "I'm fine."

She sighed again a few moments later. Anya had always had a difficult time being polite to other people, and her bout in the Games had more than ruined any chance she had at being a charismatic sort of figure. It was easier when all she had to do to get people to like her was smirk at cameras and say the lines her mentor fed her. "What are you doing, anyway?" She asked. Her tone was far from apologetic, but still far more friendly than it had been.

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[Callie May Waters]

Callie May Waters

District 4

Callie bit back irritation at the girl's attitude. How many times did she have to say sorry? Of course, Call's face just played it's usual smile, making her look like the same sunny girl she always was. Meeting this victor in person proved something she didn't want to do. She seemed so harsh... Gosh what was her name? Alex? Aly? Anya? It wasn't like Callie could blame her though. If Call went through that too she probably wouldn't be the same person either.

"I was jogging... and I got... Lost." Callie didn't want to tell the story on why the dock made her freak. But as she looked over her shoulder, it was like horror music struck up, giving Callie the urge to flee. She moved around the girl, putting her in between Callie and the dock which helped a little. "I should get going I... Need to get back home. I'm really sorry." Callie had no clue how to get back, but she just needed to get away from the dock. That was all she knew.

[night]

"I was jogging... and I got... lost."

Anya tilted her head to one side. The girl in front of her seemed wildly afraid, and to be honest, she hadn't seen that terrified, wide-eyed look on another human's face since the Games. "Jogging?" Anya repeated. She didn't know of anyone who ran around just for fun, and she hadn't seen this girl training with the Careers, all of whom Anya knew. "You're not a Career. Why would you go jogging?" Anya was honestly confused at why the girl in front of her would spend her time doing something that wasn't going to do anything.

"I should get going I... Need to get back home. I'm really sorry."

Anya's dark brows shot up, and she found herself almost a little concerned for another human being. That was always rare for her. The girl was freaking out. Over... was it the water that the girl looked so afraid of? Anya had never seen anyone in District 4 who didn't love the water! "Hey, calm down. What's wrong with you?" Anya said, beginning to reach for the girl's shoulder -- that was how people comforted each other, right? -- and then pulling back abruptly. "What's your name? You shouldn't go anywhere in... whatever state you're in. You look awful." She said bluntly, as she continued to coil up the rope.

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[Callie May Waters]

Callie May Waters

District 4

When the girl asked Callie about her jogging, she frowned. She had never really thought about why she did it. She just did. It felt right. Maybe if she was ever reaped one day she would find that the jogging actually played in her favor. She shrugged. "I kind of like it. And besides, in case I get reaped I will have a leg up on some of the tributes." It sounded like a good reason even to her. Why not be a little prepared?

As the topic drifted off to her mental state, Callie thought about what she probably looked like. Pale face, sweaty, eyes nearly bugging out of her head, biting down on her lip. Sh probably didn't look award winning right now. "I-i'm okay. I'm just shaky from my jog." She said, preferring not to explain why she was reacting this way when in district four everything was about the water. The docks. No one was afraid of the docks because it was their livelihood. But yet, here's Callie, as terrified as ever.

[night]

"I kind of like it. And besides, in case I get reaped I'll have a leg up on some of the tributes."

Anya shrugged. It dawned on her that she didn't actually need to work on her father's boat, not after all the riches and gold and money and fame she had won. Like the scared mouse-girl in front of her, Anya just kind of liked it. "I can respect that." Anya nodded in approval. "You're pretty safe from getting reaped, though. District Four has volunteers every year." She said. That was, in fact, how Anya had joined the Games. Lucky her, volunteering at just the right moment.

"Okay." Anya said slowly, rather exasperated. "Let's try this again. What's your name?" To get her point across especially well, Anya put her hand over her heart, "I'm Anya Weston. You can call me West." Anya, of course, being her prideful self had assumed that the girl already knew her name -- she had won the Games so recently! And she would mentor this year! Besides, she had won all that eternal fame and glory that everyone had always been telling her about. No need to mention that she was District 4's favorite to win all along. "No. Worse than awful. You look... Why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?" Anya demanded, though she already figured that the girl had had a bad experience with the water. Shark attack? She'd seen plenty of those victims walking around, petrified of the waves.

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[Callie May Waters]

Callie May Waters

District 4

The sudden attitude change in the girl made Callie's smile return. For a minute, her stress melted away. But only for a minute. The water was still clear in her view, and she bit down on her lip, but kept her attention forced on Anya.... Or west. "Nice to finally meet you." Callie didn't remember her time in the arena, she never paid close attention to the games. Sure, it was mandatory and all, but Callie always left the room or something. No point in watching more suffering when one already knew about it. "My name is Callie Waters."

When West asked her about why she seemed so off, a jolt of fear raged through her again, and she looked past West out at the docks. "I... Uh, it's a long story." She said with a small smile. Turning the topic from her fears, she decided to bring up something random. "So how come, even though your a victor, your still working?"

[night]

Anya did not return the Nice to finally meet you and instead just gave a quick, sharp nod. Niceties had never and never would be something that Anya Weston bothered herself with. They were, simply put, a waste of time. "Hello, Callie." She said. Her voice was about as warm as she could make it -- which wasn't very warm at all. Anya wasn't even going to bother trying to smile. It was like her muscles forgot.

"Long story?" Anya repeated. "I have a few of those." She eyed Callie warily.

At Callie's question, Anya grew irritated. Either because she got it a lot or because she truly didn't know the answer, herself. "I kind of like it. And it gives me something to do." She said, echoing Callie's words from earlier. "Wouldn't you go crazy sitting in a big house alone all day and night?" Sure, the money was there to keep her company, but eventually, Anya found that she had run out of things to buy. She even went so far as to continue training with the Careers -- that was how empty her life had become.

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[Callie May Waters]

Callie May Waters

District 4

Callie frowned, thinking. She didn't really do much more than jog, go to school and study. Call didn't have many friends. "It's not that bad." She said with a shrug. But then she knew nothing about her home life. "If you have the right company I guess." Callie smiled up at the girl. She didn't really seem that bad, just maybe irritable.

"I'm sure working on the boat is nice, but you should have fun too! Treat yourself to something nice downtown, or go out and have fun. I mean, I know its not great here, but you deserve to have a nice time once in a while at least." Where Callie was coming from was that she had survived the trauma of the hunger games, so she deserved to forget, have fun and enjoy herself. Let her worries melt away because she was safe now.

[night]

Anya looked Callie up and down again, because the answer, though she understood what Callie meant, she couldn't actually understand, and know, inside, what the other girl truly meant. "Well." She said, raising her eyebrows and deciding that she really didn't even want to try and understand. "Well, if that's how you want to spend your time." Anya muttered with a shrug, her voice obviously disapproving.

Anya frowned, heavily, opened her mouth to snap at the girl again (possibly yell), because she hated when anyone told her what to do. Even people she respected. So it was especially irritating that a girl Anya had just meant found it okay that she tell Anya that maybe she should try something else. But, instead of yelling at Callie, Anya took a deep breath to calm herself down (if only slightly), and growled, "What makes you think I would do something I didn't want to do?" She shook her head, huffing. "I don't want to go downtown, I don't want to have fun. If I did, I would. Understand?" In truth Anya had built a sort of prison for herself, but that wasn't something she would easily admit.

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