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» Break and fall, Cyrus
Brianna Lamore
 Posted: Apr 20 2014, 01:51 PM
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81st Games
2011
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34 Years
Female
5'3
125 LBS
District Two
3-April 11 • 10060 Moneys

Meadowlark


Everything was going so well until her bike gave up on life. Feeling more free than she had for weeks, Brianna roared through the Districts. This had become a weekly habit. The illusion of freedom was so powerful with the wind tangling her hair behind her, darting between cards or trucks that might appear. Worries were left eating dust as she flew around corners. There was no scenery, no people. There was only breathless exhilaration, the grumble of the motorcycles engine, the sharp stabs of adrenaline when she came too close to hitting another vehicle or taking a turn too fast. She wasn't a Victor, wasn't the Capitol's slave. She wasn't Brianna Lamore, liar, betrayer, failure, fake. She was a fierce wind, an unstoppable force.

Until the motorcycle gave an incredible cough, whined, and the back tire stopped. The motorcycle started to skid and Brianna reached for the clutch but was too slow.

Everything went red and then black.

All and all, she was very lucky. There had been no other cars and she'd been in a bit of rural land at the edges of Six. She'd also been covered in the best gear she could afford. Pulling her helmet off with a grunt, she limped over to her bike from where she'd been thrown. The grass, and a lot of experience falling, had cushioned her but she'd be covered in bruises later. Her helmet tucked under her arm, she glared at the machine that had betrayed her.

After trying without success to get it to start again, she threw it down. Or rather let it fall and jumped back, frustrated. Great. Now she was going to be walking home from Six.

And she'd need a new motorcycle.

And she was hungry.

With a sigh of disgust she set the helmet down by the bike she would be abandoning, turned away from it, and started walking. She'd passed houses a mile back. This was just a little stretch of land that had been left to grow a bit on its own. While the buses had stopped running as the sun had set a while ago, she could make it home. She'd survived two hunger games, what the hell was walking through the night to her?

Her stomach growled, and she felt her temper sour as she trudged down the side of the road.

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Cyrus Mustang
 Posted: Apr 22 2014, 08:35 AM
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38 Years
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6"1
155 LBS
District Six
18-April 14 • 40 Moneys

ice


Cyrus had gone out for a long walk that morning. As he was walking up a quieter path something caught his eye. He squinted down the road to see what it was. From what he could see it was a women with a helmet. When he got closer he noticed he was rather beaten up. The blond blinked and wondered what the heck happen to her. Had someone beaten her up he wondered to himself. A short second later he told himself that wasn't the case. As far as he knew there wasn't any gangs in town. Unless she started it came to his mind next. He told himself he was jumping to conclusions next. When he got even closer to her he wondered if she ask her if she was ok. When he was on her right he deiced he would.


" Are you alright miss you don't look so good" he pointed out as he wondered if that was the right words. As he spoke he stopped walking and stuffed a strand of hair behind his ear. He had heard women didn't like being told they looked bad. Despite , hearing that he couldn't think of an alternate way of saying it. Was there he wondered before , telling himself it was fine. He didn't think he could make his point without mentioning what he was talking about. He didn't want to confused the girl but , he also didn't want her to get mad. That thought of her getting mad made him a little worried. Sometimes the blond man had a habit of accidently wording things wrong. Which also went hand in hand with him not knowing how to explain certain things. That sometimes led him to apologize depending on the outcome.


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Brianna Lamore
 Posted: Apr 22 2014, 08:06 PM
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81st Games
2011
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34 Years
Female
5'3
125 LBS
District Two
3-April 11 • 10060 Moneys

Meadowlark


"Well, I just crashed my motorcycle," Brianna replied back, too achy to snap like she might have otherwise. She had started to walk away, but spared a glance towards the man, whomever it was, who felt the need to state the obvious. She paused for a moment as she recognized him.

"Cyrus." His Games had been around the time her own were, so she'd remembered him. He wasn't a jerk, and he wasn't a Career, and he wasn't a psychotic murderer, so she had no problems with him. She glanced behind him. No sign of a car.

Well he was useless then.

She continued to walk, trying to convince herself she was perfectly fine. The throbbing that made half her face hurt was nothing. The ache in her leg that was growing was nothing as well. If she just kept walking, she'd be fine.

Well. Maybe if she knew she was close to civilization it would help.

She spun to look towards the other Victor. "How far is it to a sitting down place." She paused. Blinked. "I mean, how far till a um, people."

Words weren't coming to her. That was bad. Had she hit her head? She'd had a helmet on and she didn't remember hitting her head. Maybe it was shock. It could definitely be shock.

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