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[alex]

Ronald Arsanult White

The town was filled with the rumbling of mixed conversations as District two burst into life. The sun was just coming up over the mountains and everyone was off to work or almost everyone. I sat perched on my mother's snow covered house and arms wrapped around my legs in an attempt to keep warm. I let my blue-grey eyes focus on the sky as the normal blue coloration filled with pinks and peaches tones. Such a beautiful day it was but in 4 hours I would not be able to see such clear skies because unfortunately I will be trapped in the mountain working on weapons designs with my mentor for eight hours of the day. After he looked at the mountain with its snow covered peaks he got to my feet and very gracefully found a way off the roof. I cracked open the door and yelled a good bye to my mother before making the way down the street. A few coins tucked safely away in my pants pocket for a piece of fruit or possibly soup.

[red]

Alima's wildly unkempt hair seemed to glow in the sunlight today. With her delicate-looking little frame and pretty features, she might have looked almost angelic. In a parallel universe, that is. Of course, Alima's expression was far too hostile for her to ever be considered 'angelic'. Even if she did look a little more approachable, she was the furthest thing from an angel ever to dwell in Panem. And didn't District 2 know it.

She was well aware of her infamy. Too many had caught her on a bad day and paid dearly for it. They'd let it lie. She'd always wondered if that little act of tolerance was due to some kind of twisted pity. Surely the people knew of her father's violent tendencies. Perhaps it was understandable that she was an emotional wreck with a hard exterior and a burning passion for violence. They must all simply know that Alima could not help her anger. What she was had been done to her; it was not choice.

Today she'd passed her father in the street and her rage had been ignited into something fiercer than usual. It burned in the pit of her stomach.

He'd leered at her. "Ali...." he'd called out. "When you coming back home, baby girl?"

She spat at him and quickened her pace.

Shaking the memory from her mind, she turned a corner and very nearly crashed into a boy of her own age, who she knew to be known as Ronald. He built the weapons she used. She didn't apologise, but stared at him, not making an attempt to clear the hostility from her face. She made exceptions for no-one.

[alex]

Ronald Arsanult White

I felt someone bump into me and quickly realized the person was Alima. Slowly I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes. "Watch where you're walking Alima." I stated in a rather bitter tone while tapping my toes on the ground. She was someone I never did like at work and everyone feared her. Whats the point in fearing such a cold hearted teenager? There is no point that just proves who a real coward is. Certainly a coward is someone I never plan on being but right now I could be doing something better with my time like possibly stocking up on food for my mother or something. Despite the strong urge to turn away I stood my ground.

[red]

Alima stiffened as he assumed an unfriendly posture, but still said nothing. She gazed up at him. This time, she did make a little effort to look a bit less hostile. Unfortunately, the angry expression seemed to be plastered to her face, so it was no use.

"Watch where you're walking, Alima."

Ron sounded bitter when he spoke, and Alima resisted the urge to raise her eyebrows. Hostility rose up inside of her. It wasn't yet afternoon and she'd already had a terrifying day. He hadn't a clue how she felt, or what she'd had to contend with this morning. It wasn't fair.

Mentally, she gave herself a shake. Of course it was fair. She was an angry, violent individual with a tendency to glare and scowl at everyone she encountered. It was only to be expected that some of the braver individuals of the District would act as hostile towards her as she was to them. Not everyone was willing to make excuses for a girl with a frightening past.

She gave a nod. "Yeah. 'Kay." She scowled at the floor instead of at him, deciding that would probably be politer.

She wondered why she felt the urge to make any effort to be less imposing today. She peered up at her peer. Nope, there wasn't anything unusual about him. There was nothing about him that would make her feel less hostile than usual.

That left only one thing. It must have been her encounter with her father. It made sense now. She'd been terrified by him this morning, in a way nothing else could terrify her. She supposed that now, she was reluctant to inflict such fear on anyone else.

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OOC Comment//She's not her usual feisty self today, poor dear ^^

[aliciamusa]

I look around the town. I look at all the people who are between the ages of 12-18. Trying to get a good look at them. I see this kid named Ronald and I see Alima. I smile at them. I watch them. Alima seams to be not so mean today. I then turn my head over to Ronald. He makes weapons. He usually hands them over to the traninning school.

I stand against a tree waiting for them to notice me. I don't think they will. By the looks of it Ronald might start a fight. I will be one of the people who will get to watch it. HA this should be fun.

[red]

Alima's gaze flickered to the left, and her gaze caught a girl who she didn't know, nor did she care to, in all honesty. She couldn't quite recall what she was called.

A few years ago...well, more than a few, she might have felt a little guilty for not knowing the name of someone she lived in such close proximity to, but these days, such trivialities didn't bother her anymore. She was long beyond the need to be polite, or remember her etiquette. Plenty of her peers were terrified of her anyway; it was useless to remember such banalities when her reputation was already that of a violent, bloodthirsty, traumatised little teenager.

She noticed the girl (whose name she now recalled to be 'Nicole') lean her frame back against a tree, surveying the scene of Alima, cold, and Ronald, irritated. Alima supressed the urge to roll her eyes; this was not some show to be watched.

[alex]

Ronald Arsanult White

I could feel the blood boiling in my veins at her 'Yeah. 'Kay.' and the scowl. This was so stupid and not what I wanted early in the morning. I caught the movement of another person from the corner of my blue-grey eyes. Awesome. This would possibly only get him in trouble if the witness ran to a peacekeeper after the possible right. I popped the small joints in my long fingers and crossed my arms. The realization at the fact Alima was scowling at the ground still didn't help with his anger. "Yeah. 'Kay yourself. Learn some respect and maybe people would be nice to you." I replied sharply. Never in my life was I going to let some girl just walk all over me. "Just because you strike fear into everyone else doesn't mean you can do that to me. I'm not a coward."

[aliciamusa]

Wow this Ronald kid is one I would want to be a mentor for. He seams tough but not tougher than Alima. Alima was tough, like really tough. I see her train the peacekeepers. Normal people would think she is scary only I have been through hell and back. I know what scary is, and it is not her.

Scary is not knowing when you are coming back home. If you even are. You could be died any second and in that second you could be on your way home. Anything can happen in a second, and a lot of things do happen.

OOC:
Word count: 103 >D

[red]

"Yeah. 'Kay yourself. Learn some respect and maybe people would be nice to you."

Alima stared at him for a moment, partially outraged, but mostly confused. What on earth was he talking about?

First off, she had no wish for people to be nice to her. She could think of nothing worse than the people with whom she shared her district with attempting to force their affections on her. The thought of it made her feel uncomfortable, made her edgy. She had never planned to become the hermit she was, but it kept her safe, and therefore she shied away from contact with others. Even the friendly kind.

Secondly, she had, in fact, even made an effort not to be overly intimidating today, deeming it to be unfair towards Ronald, who had done nothing wrong. But now it was he who was being provocative; it was like he was looking for a fight.

"Just because you strike fear into everyone else doesn't mean you can do that to me. I'm not a coward."

When Alima spoke, she looked at him with blank eyes, and she spoke monotonously. "I have no intention of scaring you. I do not perceive you to be a coward. I apologise for any misunderstanding that may have occurred.

Becoming uncomfortable, the blonde flashed an irritated glance at Nicole, who still lingered. Did she really need to be here, watching like a vulture?

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OOC Comments//sorry if this was a slow reply xD I'm just back ^^