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Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Nov 30 2011, 12:12 PM
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If found in the woods, it could mean his death. But what did he have to fear in death? Maybe it would be a prolonged event, but in the end, the Capitol would have no power over him. They had already taken his sister, torn his parents away from his family, and destroyed any semblance of humanity he had; the only thing they had left to take was his brother, and right now, that wasn’t looking so great, either. By the end of the month, he and his brother might both be dead. So who cared if he sneaked off into the woods?

Uaithne moved quietly through the woods. He liked the fresh scent of pine and the naked branches of the deciduous trees. Winter didn’t offer him much protection, all things considered, but he was beyond the point of caring. He slipped out of the districts this morning, and since then, he meandered aimlessly through the woods with little regard to time or space. The sound of his boots crunching against cold, dead twigs and decaying leaves kept him in check with reality, but eventually it became background music to a barrage of thoughts that jolted his brain.

Every Quell had a twist. This twist meant victors would go back to the arena. The Capitol would choose the tributes. There was a damned good chance that he, Uaithne Callahan, would be dead in the arena by the end of the month.

He supposed that right now he should be with his brother Ronan, but after they found out about the nature of the Quell yesterday evening, things had been tense. If the tributes had been chosen as normal, it meant that only one or the other of them would go. Two District Five males, two possibilities. But if the Capitol chose who went, that meant that there was a possibility that both of them could end up in the arena. Together. Again. Siblings. Uaithne had not slept for more than ten minutes at a time last night, and when the light began to seep into the horizon, he had slipped out to sort his thoughts in the cold morning air. He knew there was a possibility that neither of them would end up in the Games but—it was inevitable. After all the work they had done to ensure that Uaithne was not the little weakling that he was, Uaithne was certain that the Capitol would love to choose him. Maybe Ronan wouldn’t go, though—maybe Uaithne had hope that he’d be able to return to Ronan. . . .

Who am I kidding? he asked.

A twig snapped in the distance and pulled Uaithne from his internal dialogue. Body tense and mind alert, he realized it may be too late; perhaps the peacekeepers had already found him. He didn’t move. No point. He wasn’t dressed for camouflage. Black pants, black boots, white shirt, white-and-black hair: part of his new get-up to show the Capitol not to underestimate him. (And look how well that was going to go over!) In the approaching evening, the white would immediately give him away. He held still, and searched the forest.

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Aamina Ellis
 Posted: Nov 30 2011, 04:43 PM
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Ellie


Mina hiked her bag up higher on her shoulders; the left strap was tearing and making it hard to keep it on her back comfortably. But she wasn't about to turn back now. She'd come too far to just give up because of a little discomfort. She'd been making her way through the woods ever since Bastian had left that morning; she'd faked a stomachache (rather convincingly, she thought) and begged off school for the day, asking him to vouch for her to the teachers. It was handy, having a brother as a parent. But then, if he knew what she was really up to, he'd have gone all real-parent on her. Which is why the whole thing was a secret.

A surprise, really. Mina had only just discovered that if she stalked the woods instead of the citizens of district twelve, she might have a better shot at bringing home food that hadn't been tossed out and sat around with smelly old boots and the like for a few hours. Certainly, they couldn't exist on nuts and berries alone, but anything made a nice change from the bland rice and stale bread that Bastian's salary from the mines bought them. So the previous day, Mina had swiped a book on plant life from one of the biology classrooms and pored over it by candlelight while Bastian slept. Now all she had to do was match the berries in the book to the berries she found on bushes and voila! There had to be a million things they could make with berries and herbs and the like. Mina remembered a special bread her father used to make in the bakery, dark and heavy and full of berries and spices--it had been one of her favorite things to eat when the weather turned cold. Her mouth watered just thinking about it; maybe Bastian remembered the recipe. Once he saw how they could function with Mina as a gatherer, her brother couldn't protest to her going out into the woods, she was certain.

So it was with a renewed sense of purpose that she had set out that morning. She had already spent several hours stopping and staring at various leaves and bushes, paging through her book, stuffing things into her bag, her sense of accomplishment growing with each plant she was able to identify. She was practically humming now as she moved along; when she had a task, everything seemed brighter to Mina. Of course, there was still the Quell hanging over her head--and the heads of all the citizens of reaping age in the districts--but somehow, when she was feeling good about one thing, everything else seemed less worrisome. There were hundreds of eligible kids in district twelve, many who had multiple entries in the reaping, while she had only a few, thanks to Bastian. Even if they called for four different girls to go, who was to say the odds weren't in her favor? Even though that meant the sacrifice and possible death of another girl, maybe one that she knew...Mina couldn't think that way right now. She was doing something, something important, something to help her small family, and the feeling of being useful was pushing aside her fears for the moment.

Mina was wandering around in unfamiliar territory, trying to focus on finding the red berries she had tasted the other day, when she saw it. Just a flicker of something white moving in front of her, behind the trees yards away. Her heart immediately jumped into her throat; of all places to be discovered by a Peacekeeper, deep in the woods in the middle of the school day was perhaps the worst she could have imagined. Especially if it wasn't a Peacekeeper from twelve, someone who knew her and might let her off easy. Out here, it could be practically anyone; she was far into the woods, probably closer to the other districts than her own. If it was a Peacekeeper from eleven, she was fairly screwed.

She melted back into the tree trunk closest to her, only daring to peek around after hearing nothing for over a minute. She squinted in the direction where she had seen the white flicker and felt a small surge of relief when she saw a figure in a white shirt standing in the next nearest copse of trees. Clearly not a Peacekeeper. He--she assumed it was a he--was wearing black pants, not the kind any Peacekeepers wore, and he appeared not to be much older than she was. In her relief, she became a bit overconfident, stepping out from behind the tree and assuming the figure was friendly despite not being a Peacekeeper.

"Hey there," she called out, her voice a bit shaky from lingering fear. She closed the gap between herself and the boy--yes, definitely a boy, now that she could see clearly--in less than a minute, smiling hesitantly as she approached him. "Sorry if I startled you. I was just....out looking for things." She paused, taking in black-and-white get-up, wondering what district he was from that let him go so crazy with his hair. Something about him was familiar, though Mina was sure she would remember seeing him around twelve. "Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, as though that would help her remember.

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Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Nov 30 2011, 11:33 PM
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Gem


Uaithne let out his breath as he saw the girl appear from behind a tree. She approached him with relatively little fear, and he reminded himself that he was going to have to handle this situation with the force of his new persona. But he didn’t want that; he wanted to be the old Uaithne even if he was weak and quivered in his boots. He didn’t want to expend the energy to pretend to be someone strong and independent. That just wasn’t him, and it wasn’t fair that he was expected to behave like someone else.

Yeah, well, in case you haven’t noticed, fairness was thrown out the window awhile ago, he reminded himself bluntly. It wasn’t just the recent announcement, either—it was the Hunger Games in their entirety. Everything in Uaithne’s life that “wasn’t fair” stemmed from the Hunger Games. Get over it. If you’re going to survive, get over it.

And he was right. This whole thing was about survival. He couldn’t be the weak little boy that the nation had watched on television a year ago; he had deal with whatever the hell life threw at him—and right now, that meant the grave possibility of going back to the Hunger Games. He had no control of his life, but he had to pretend that he did.

“Hey,” he said to her as casually as he could. Which, he had to admit, was pretty decent. He had nothing on him that he could use to distract himself or inch his way out of the conversation. The contents of his pockets were limited to whatever he had in them last night. “No, I don’t think we’ve met. . . .”

What are you doing out here?’ hung in the air after his words. He wanted to know more, but he realized that in order to know more, he had to divulge more himself. He was not a wordsmith; he had neither the art of diction nor of manipulation and could not get her to direct the conversation at herself. If he just watched her carefully, tried to figure out the best way to end their engagement, he could get out of here and disappear to where he’d come as soon as possible.

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Aamina Ellis
 Posted: Dec 2 2011, 09:52 PM
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Ellie


Mina studied the boy in front of her carefully, a furrow growing between her eyebrows as she racked her brain. Surely, she knew him from somewhere. He seemed so familiar, odd appearance aside...or perhaps because of it. Perhaps she had seen him around twelve; she didn't know everyone, after all, and there were a lot of kids her age who were getting sick of school and ditching. Kind of like she was, right now. But her ditching had a purpose, at least.

"Really?" she asked, even more confused when he denied their knowing each other. "Just one of those faces, I guess," she said, shrugging, even though that was perhaps the last reason she felt like he was familiar. It would bother her all day now, she knew, and she'd probably wake up in the middle of the night having suddenly figured it out. And of course, it would be incredibly anti-climactic; he was probably an old customer or something. She sold him a cake on his birthday. It always turned out to be something to that effect.

Mina shifted awkwardly in the silence; familiar or not, the other boy didn't exactly put her at ease. There was something about his very stoic, silent manner that was off-putting to her. Mina wasn't a natural chatterbox, but she was innately friendly. She couldn't fathom the idea of just walking off now that she'd made a point of saying hello, but her company didn't exactly seem to want....well, company.

She couldn't let it go, though. Her mother had drilled manners into her too much in her younger years; no matter what kind of social or economic state she was in, she couldn't forgo common courtesy. "So, what are you doing out here?" she asked brightly. "Ditching school? Or work?" She shifted her weight, wondering if she should say anything else, and then just blurted out, "I'm skipping. Faked sick. My brother would flip his lid if he knew I was out here." She smiled weakly, realizing how stupid she sounded now, but there was no reeling back in of words that had already been said. At least the boy from the woods didn't look like he much cared for social graces. Maybe he'd forgive her terribly awkward small talk.

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Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Dec 3 2011, 09:51 AM
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Gem


Uaithne didn’t come out here to talk to someone; in fact, if he had been told that he’d run into a person and they’d sit around and chat, he wouldn’t have bothered to head this direction at all. But now that he was here and he’d been alone with his thoughts for hours and hours, he couldn’t help the relief that crept in upon him. Because now there was a second voice that wasn’t his own, and he could distract himself—just for a few minutes—with something else.

She recognized his face. He wondered if she recognized his or Ronan’s. So much work in the past few days had gone into establishing himself his own face, but it seemed too soon to hope that it paid off.

But he smiled at her words. If his little sister had mysteriously vanished from where she was supposed to be, he would have freaked out on her, too. Back before, he would have gotten mad; nowadays, he would have actually yelled at her. Either way, he found the girl’s situation amusing.

“The woods can be less dangerous than school,” he said. “The forest doesn’t tell you lies.”

Treason.

STOP IT.

Treason—they’re going to kill you.

I’m already dead.

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Aamina Ellis
 Posted: Dec 3 2011, 09:44 PM
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Ellie


Mina still couldn't put her finger on it, but the boy in black and white distinctly reminded her of someone. But she wasn't getting anywhere frantically trying to figure it out, and so she tried to push it from her mind. She was sure the answer would surface later, and anyway, the last thing she needed in the middle of the woods was to distract herself. She'd already encountered more than one person out here, which meant that there were more than likely a few Peacekeepers as well.

Seeing the boy from the woods smile made Mina split into a grin in response. Somehow, his reaction put her at ease a bit; someone who smiled at strangers couldn't be all bad, surely. Especially not when she had just been recounting random, slightly awkward family information. Her smile faltered a bit at his words; even in twelve, it was dangerous to go around saying things like that--things against the Capitol, the country, the government. It was best to know where you could talk without being overheard and save it for then; out here in the forest, who knew what kind of...of spies or listening devices were around.

"The forest doesn't say anything," she quipped wryly. It was innocuous enough; anyone who was listening would think they were only joking, not making rash political statements. "I think that's why I like it so much out here. No one to tell you...go to school. Don't stay out so late. Stay away from...well, from the forest. It's nice to get a break."

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Uaithne Callahan
 Posted: Dec 5 2011, 07:41 PM
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Gem


Uaithne had spoken too much, and he didn’t come out here to socialize. If he said anything more, he placed himself at risk—himself and Ronan. Of course, he was going back to the Hunger Games, and he couldn’t imagine anything worse than that. . . .

“Sorry. I have to go,” he said, pulling the conversation away from the dangerous topic. He began to walk backwards towards the cover of trees behind him, his eyes never leaving the girl. He realized then that he was afraid that she had a Peacekeeper hidden somewhere in the bushes and was about to beckon him at any moment.

Does it matter? he found himself asking. It didn’t, but he couldn’t convince himself.

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Aamina Ellis
 Posted: Dec 10 2011, 09:04 AM
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Ellie


Mina's face turned into a question mark, her brows gathering, her mouth turned down in a confused frown. She had no idea what she had said to make the boy suddenly retreat--and without much speed, she noted, but more with extreme caution. He kept eying her, like he was afraid she was going to attack him at any moment. Attack him with small talk, was more like. Perhaps she'd said something odd...something too familiar. Maybe she'd touched a nerve--perhaps he, too, was out in the woods to escape parental (or fraternal) supervision and didn't want to be reminded of it. Or maybe he just really had to be getting back to...to...where?

"Wait!" she cried out, much too loud in her confusion, and then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth. She stood frozen to the ground for a moment, but when no one charged out of the bushes to arrest her for trespassing or truancy, she dropped her hand and breathed easy again.

"Why...I mean...did I...offend you, or something?" Mina inquired, her voice lower this time, as she took a step towards the retreating stranger.

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