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Even the Peacekeepers were avoiding her today.

Alima noticed this with satisfaction as she prowled through the district. They eyed her warily as she glared from behind locks of luscious yet vaguely unkempt golden-white hair.

It was comforting, she admitted to herself, that the infamous Peacekeepers with their near bloodthirsty reputation and their age-old reign of terror, posed little to no threat to her. She wondered how this had come about. She knew, and prided herself on the fact that she was giftedly violent; almost prodigious in her deadly skills. She had yet to meet anyone who could even disarm her, throw her off her guard, let alone beat her in a fight.

Yet, there were many of them and one of her. There wasn't even much of her; she was tiny. Despite this, they still very much avoided her. They avoided her like the plague.

It must then, be the way she looked, the aura she gave off. If the Capitol ordered them to harm her, to end her life, they would surely do it...but until that day, it seemed, nothing was going to provoke them to make any mood towards her.

She didn't blame them. One night, she'd caught sight of her reflection in a darkened window as she had walked past a sleeping family's house. It had been so very shocking that she had almost, only almost, broken out of the cold little shell she had been keeping herself well-cocooned in. She had never seen anything quite so hostile in her life. Everything about her overcast eyes, her snarl-threatening lips screamed out for solitude. They said; 'do not approach me'. They threatened a cruel fate to any poor soul who did.

Worst of all, her eyes were not forlorn, not miserable. They didn't even reflect the constant and raging fury she felt twisting around within her. They were simply cold. Unfeeling.

Alima knew that inside, she was anything but cold. Sometimes she burned so much that she couldn't tell if it was rage or sadness or some demented kind of passion.

But, that was beside the point. She knew that even she, with her hunger for violence, would stay away from any girl wearing the expression she had seen on her own face that day.

Instead of this news horrifying her, she felt a little burst of satisfaction swelling in the pit of her stomach.

If everyone was avoiding her...then who could hurt her?

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OOC Comments//Go talk to her xD I dare you ^^

[aliciamusa]

I may have won the hunger games thinking I was going to die. Maybe that's what people should do. I run into a peacekeeper. He looks at me. "What. Do something." Then the peacekeeper walks off. "gosh." I whisper. I look around and see Alima. Ha. She is funny.

She may be tough, but she is one of the girls who might make it to the last 5 but after that she will die. I will be her mentor if she gets chosen. Or if she volunteers. I wonder if anybody watched my big win. They did I know that, but what about Alima. Did she watch me win the last games.

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Alima stopped. She could hear someone lurking about behind her, and so came to a standstill, wondering if she should turn. It was true she did not particularly relish the idea of engaging in conversation with anyone today, but it unnerved her to have an unknown being lurking behind her.

Actually, it more aggravated her than unnerved her. Who was he...she....whoever it was, to lurk behind her? Impolite, that's what it was. Alima had spent many years with her nerves stretched to their limits, whilst living with her father and spending many evenings dreading his return. She didn't take kindly to having an unknown, potentially violent individual lurking behind her like some kind of malevolent wraith.

She whipped around, practically bristling with irritation.

Oh. It was her.

She knew the girl's face well. She was perhaps the only girl in the District feared to the same extent as Alima. In fact, the other girl, whose name she knew to be Nicole, was probably regarded with even more wariness than the savage Alima. Of course, the people of District Two did not doubt that Alima was capable of killing another human being. That was doubtless; everyone was aware of her rage-infused quest for violence...but Nicole was a different story entirely. They had seen her kill; as savagely as the Hunger Games required. She had killed her way to safety. To some extent, Alima felt that after having watched someone take the life of another...it was difficult to see them the same way again. Hence, Alima could not claim the title of the most fear-inspiring individual in the District, not when they had a winner of the Hunger Games in their midst, and not a particularly friendly one at that.

She stood still, looking at the other girl. She was a year or so her junior, but had an imposing enough presence.

After a long moment, Alima spoke, her voice devoid of any acidity, but not friendly.

"Did you want something?"

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OOC Comments//Lol. She's a bit socially inept, sorry ^^

[aliciamusa]

"Plan on going to the games?"I asked her in a mentoring voice. If the girl said yes that would be a shoke for me. And maybe everyone else.

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"Plan on going to the games?"

Caught off guard, Alima tilted her head. No-one planned to go into the games. But, then again, the 17-year-old couldn't deny that they had, one more than one occasion, seemed like an ever so slightly tempting notion.

Of course, she had tossed that thought out of her head as quickly as it had entered; actually wanting to enter the Hunger Games was as bad as wanting to take one's own life, and that was something she refused to ever think, out of pure stubbornness if nothing else.

Still, she couldn't say she was tempted.

She gave a shrug. "I won't kick up a fuss if I'm picked." She shot a glare at the ex-tribute. "And it's none of your business."

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OOC Comments//Sorry I reply slow to everything ^^ not a quick-firer at all.

[aliciamusa]

I think it would be. I just want to know who will be going into the games as I am mentor. I look at this girl. So this is the one that is mean to everybody. I make a mental laugh before speaking up, "I think it would be. I just want to see the new tributes before everybody else. Is all. Well I want to see the ones that want to go in so they would volunteer. Would you my dear volunteer?"

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"I think it would be. I just want to see the new tributes before everybody else. Is all. Well I want to see the ones that want to go in so they would volunteer. Would you my dear volunteer?"

Alima paused, thrown for a moment. She was beginning to get irritated; all she wanted was to be alone.

Would she volunteer? Now there was a question. Inwardly, very deep down, she liked the idea of being in the games. But that was not a thought she had ever taken seriously; entering the games would be like volunteering for death.

So she shrugged, made a non-commital noise. "Maybe." She paused. 'If a little kid was picked. Or something."

She hated herself almost immediately for expressing such a human part of herself. Her irritation at this girl rose once again. Who was she to go picking through the secrets of others?

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[aliciamusa]

This girl was very interesting. I wanted to know more about her. Well I could if she went into the games. I laughed a little bit but not loud enough for anyone to hear. All I did for awhile was look at the girl. She looked like the kind of girl that would make it to the end. Only I know how that is. People who look like they will die usually don't. Though who look like they will live don't most of the time. I was one who everybody thought was going to die. Well I proved them wrong. "You are very interesting my dear."

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This was growing more and more uncomfortable. With every moment that the other girl's eyes scanned her, Alima felt a stronger urge to leave. Or slap her. Either would be equally satisfying.

"You are very interesting my dear."

Alima fought hard to resist the urge to narrow her eyes, to glare furiously. Interesting? That was just plain rude. She wasn't some rare bug to be studied or a test subject in a lab. She was a person. A person who wished to be solitary, expected to be feared and shied away from the company and stupid comments of others.

"It's great that you think that. You should leave now." She said, shortly. Words were not her forte, and she had no qualms about being insolent in return.

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OOC Comments//na