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» Ghosts of the Starving Future, Tag: Piper Rousseau
Scyther Seige
 Posted: May 13 2012, 02:38 PM
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19 Years
Male
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190 LBS
District Ten
10-May 12 • 85 Moneys

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The one complaint that Scyther had with District 10 was how slow everything was. His peacekeeper training had prepared him for always being on his toes, and in District 2, that was necessary. Its urban location lent itself to higher crime and violence rates, so there was always something to do: A drug deal to bust, a crowd to quell, a crime scene to be at. He missed it. But here, it was quiet. This was a kind of silence that could never be found at home, a pure silence, natural. Birds, a stray moo from a cow, a child laughing somewhere nearby.

It wasn't this nice further into the residential quarter, but being Peacekeepers, Scyther and Talus had been provided with a fairly nice accommodation at the edge of the neighborhoods, a mere two hundred or so feet from a field full of cattle. It smelled, like dirt and manure and grass, but it was a smell that Scyther was coming to like, even if Talus for some reason didn't. It was natural, not industrial. He loved it early in the morning, when the dew was fresh on the grass, and in the evening, when the crickets and cicadas sang from between the blades of tall grass and from the trees.

On evenings such as this, he would sit on the front porch steps of his and his brother's bungalow, smoking a cigar and listening to the voices and music coming from other nearby houses. Tonight was no different. As the sun set, casting a golden glow through the high grass in the field, setting the dust in the air afire, Scyther got his lighter and his cigar and went out onto the front porch. He sat on the steps, propping his elbows on his knees, letting one hand dangle between them while the other periodically lifted the cigar to his mouth. He exhaled the smoke, watched it swirl away and fade into the dying 24 karat glow, and watched families pass on evening walks or on their way home after work. The trouble with living next to so many families, was that he knew he would probably never have one.

Not because there was anything wrong with him, apart from possibly a low intelligence quotient, but because once having committed himself to duty as a Peacekeeper, he couldn't abandon it until he had completed his duty, and that usually took a long time. It wasn't so much that he wanted to stop being a peacekeeper - the pay was good, he looked handsome in the uniform, and it was fairly easy around here - but that he wouldn't mind one day having a wife and kids, and not committing himself to a woman until he was 35 years old was going to get painful a times, he knew.

Thankfully, out here, there was more he could get away with. But he wasn't a deserter. He wouldn't leave the Keepers. He would just have to wait, or accept that, odds were, he would never marry or have children of his own. And while he watched some kids playing in the field, their parents cuddling nearby, he mourned the death of a potential future.

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Piper Cow Rousseau
 Posted: May 31 2012, 11:07 PM
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Piper was walking home. She was walking in the direction of her home anyways. She had had a long day and wanted to sit down and relax. She stifled a yawn and held her bag tighter as she walked down the road. She could hear birds chirping. Kids playing. Everything. That was the kind of place she lived in though. She lived in a place where kids were constantly playing with each other. Everything was so alive. So open. Her neighborhood was close to each other, that's for sure. She stifled another yawn and started heading on the path towards her home. She couldn't help, but pause. Smoke was in the air. Not the kind that a fire provided, but someone was smoking. Probably a cigar by a dad who just wanted to relax after a long day in the slaughter house or something, but Piper looked around anyways.

She had seen him before. He was newer, but he was a Peacekeeper. He had a brother. She didn't know too much about him, except that he came from District Two, previously. At least she thought he did. She looked at him. He looked like his brother, that was for sure. She didn't know what to do. She looked like trash in jeans a shirt and sandals with her hair held back in a bun, but at the same time it would be not polite to not say hi. So that's what she did.

She walked closer to the house and went up the path a tiny bit, but keeping her distance. She smiled and spoke quietly, "Hello! I hope you're enjoying your evening and you had a good day at work." It was who Piper was. It was what she wanted to be. She was too nice not to be.

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 Posted: Jun 4 2012, 09:20 PM
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19 Years
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190 LBS
District Ten
10-May 12 • 85 Moneys

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Scyther was not the type of boy to lament much over anything. In fact, any grievance of his was short-lived, a blessing owed to his remarkable capacity for retention of a doughty disposition. His resilience was not something he had been born with, but rather something he had learned, having suffered for a multitude of years his father's disciplinarian ways. So, it was only to his character that when a pretty girl happened upon his field of vision, he forgot quickly his woes and remembered with equal haste his persistent lack of feminine company these days. The sight of a fully-developed female of child-bearing hips should have reminded him of the exact reason he had been moping in the first place, but his instincts generally inclined more toward the courtship of a woman rather than the rearing of her offspring.

He had had a girlfriend back home in District Two, but he was wise enough to know when he moved that a long-distance relationship would not work between them, and had severed his connection with her. It wasn't something he was really torn up over - they hadn't been together long, and he hadn't had much of a chance to get very attached. He had never believed her to be the love of his life, so the loss of her was not a painful one. A bit regretful, yes, but nothing to wear black over.

The girls here were promising. All down-to-earth, most of them not afraid of getting their hands dirty, free of the excess make-up and hairstyling that burdened the beauty of the girls from his home district. And best of all, there were lots of them here. There seemed to be an excess of attractive young single women and a want for attractive young bachelors. Which suited Scyther just fine. It meant that girls approached him unprovoked, like this one - or she was just nice, or she had an actual problem she needed helping with, but Scyther would like to flatter himself that it was because, well, he was cute. Why not?

He inclined his head to the blonde in greeting. "Yes ma'am, I am, and I did. Please tell me nobody's given a pretty girl like you a reason to need my help."

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