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((Sorry for the really long post:P I got carried away!! Dont feel expected to respond with such a long one too! They can banter for a post or two more, before Silver gets taken away, mkay?))

The fight continued; Tara and Silver were rolling across the ground, locked in a seemingly meaningless battle. No one, besides Deliah, could have understood Her motive. But, she damn well knew what this was all about, and was not about to let Tara win this little war. She fought sloppily, tears covering her eyes and fog covering her mind. Limbs aimlessly moved, driven by raw emotion that was uncomprehendable to viewers. All anyone saw was a crazy girl who had been broken by Panem once again. And Silver truely was broken.

"You killed him!" The words were barely comprehendable, "You killed him and you knew, you KNEW he had a family!" The words were very throaty, emotion clear in the tone. "I'm going to-" Silver was cut off by the sudden slash of Tara's hand, and her grip was knocked loose. Growling, she stumbled to her feet, reeling up to take another run at Tara. She truely looked like a crazy woman, hair tangled in her face and blood dripping down her chin. It was a shocking, eye opening sight. But just as she was about to spring into action she was cut short but the steady arms of two peacekeepers, trying their hardest to contain her rage.

Silver had unleased her fury on Tara, not quite focusing on her actions but understanding enough to know she wanted her dead. Her anger had come out a day too early, too bad she couldn't have held it together for just a bit longer. Because now, she wouldn't have the opportunity to train with any others, and she would surley be ejected from the training center. But, at least she had gained one thing from this encounter, and that was the other tributes respect. Eyes from every corner of the room had landed on the pair of them, and now everyone knew not to mess with her. Even the gamemakers had risen to their feet to get a glimpse at the action.

For a few moments after being grabbed, she fought, doing her darnedest to escape their grasp. In her squirming movement, she kicked out her leg towards Terra, who had thought it a good idea to come closer and practically spit in her face. The satisfying sound of her foot on solid flesh brought her to a hault, her body hanging limp in their arms. For a moment, the whole room was quiet, the only sounds to be heard were the labored breaths of the fighters.

And then, Silver's head rose, eye's narrow slits as it slowly lifted until she could see her enemy face-on. Her words were a mix between unkept anger, pure terror, and the verge of a break down. "How could you?"

((Ohh, yeah:) Go ahead and make a scratch mark with her nails down her face, it will make her look uber scary going into the arena!))


The funny thing about people is that they always have to have a purpose behind their actions; Some sort of exterior motive that drives them to do what they do. When it came down to it, people would argue their point to the death just to show up another human being. This concept drug itself across Silver's mind as she paused to ask the question: Why would Delilah tell her such a thing?

Silver's ears heard the words loud and clear. Not a mumble or a stutter could have argued the meaning, making the realization even more powerful and shocking. Her face never did show any emotion, but in this moment, an exception could be made. A flash of a hundred feelings glazed over her eyes; Anger, Sadness, Sorrow, Guilt, Frustration, Pain, and finally... Revenge. The bowl that had been in her hands slipped through her fingers, falling in what seemed like slow motion. It shattered into a thousands shards upon impact, glass accompanied by mud scattering about and impaling their shins and pant legs.

But Silver could digest none of this, and didn't even glace towards the mess on the floor she had created. It was if she was in a world apart, seperated from the reality of the training room and insteaded huddled in a hazy bubble. Tara. Her father...Tara. Daddy. No... No there had to be some kind of mistake. Her father didn't die at the hand of that girl. He had deserved a heroic ending, and now she wished that she could take back what she had said about wanting to know. If only she could shove the words back into Deliah's moth she would.

But now thaf the truth was out, and Silver had accepted it, there would be no going back.

Ever so slowly, Silver spun around in the shards of glass without saying another word to Delilah. She Only began walking away when her teary eyes landed on her nemisis across the room. There was a eerie crunch-crunch-crunch of the glass as she walked, sounding much like the noises that movies would play as the great white shark swam through the waters, finding it prey by the smell of the blood. Her movements were so sharp, so quick. Her face was beet red and knuckles paper white. There would be no stopping this train, not at least now that it had been derailed and was on a path that could only end in destruction. Tara was unaware of her approach, which was unfortunate for her but so very pleasing for Silver.

"You b*tch!" Silver screeched through closed teeth, a rage of fury washing over every feature. Tara's head turned at the words, and luckily for Silver, set her up for the perfect blow. As soon as she was in rage, without stopping her walking, she wound up and punched Tara harder then she ever had right in the head, and proceeded to tackle the serial killer to the floor.

((^^Good Post:) Soo... I'm planning on having Silver completely flip right about now, so, there will be absolutely no subtlety on her end (I'm talking carried away by Peacekeepers Kicking and screaming:D)
@Chloe: Is it okay if Silver gets's in one good punch before Tara blocks back? Maybe it could be as if Tara disn't see her coming, so she gets hit before snapping out of it and fighting?? If this isnMt okay, respond asap, even if its after I post! Ill be posting here in like and hour or so, mkay?))

Silver could feel the emotions boiling inside of her, almost as if someone had turned up the burner inside of her. This girl knew exactly how to toy with her, and the issues that Silver had with controling her emotions and actions were about to come forward. "So thats why." She stood from where she had been momentarily sitting, staring down at Deliah from above. You could see the flicker of a flame in her eye, her fingers ready to crush the bowl while her knuckles turned white. "That why your asking me." She breathed the words slowly, as if she just just now beginning to understand what was happening. "You know where he is. You know what happened." After all this time, had her father just ran off to District 1, leaving their family behind? No wonder it seemed as if he had just packed up and left after her kidnapping. But that couldn't be true, her father was too good of a man. He had cared deeply for the family, and would do anything to protect them. All this time, she had imagined her father had simply gone down in a rain of bullets while trying to rescue her like the hero he was. But now, Deliah's words made her wonder... "Tell me." She had to know. If she died in that arena, she had to know if her father was still the noble man she saw him as, or a monster that everyone else pictured. "Tell me Now."

Silver leaned back in her chair a bit more when Delilah leaned in, feeling a bit disgusted at her nearness. Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the mention of Deliah's 'middle name.' Back in two, the citizen's of the luxury district were referred to by much nastier names then 'Gossip.' Her eyes found Deliah's face, searching it and wondering just how quickly she was piecing the puzzle together. She had never ever been questioned like this about her past, and it was irritating her to no end. As the girl kept speaking, Silver's stirring speed increased, pressing hard and turning faster with each preying word. Finally, as the word 'murder' was mumbled, the stick she was using to stir with snapped, sending a few small drops of her camouflage paint through the air. "Look. I don't know what you want out of this conversation." She gripped the bowl tightly, almost as if the bowl was to be the next thing snapped. "I didn't see my father for many years. When I finally went looking for him, he was gone and my family was dead." Silver growled the words, hoping this cookie-cutter-career would just leave her alone after this straight answer. She was very irritated at this point, and about ready to walk away. "I don't know what happened to him, okay? You happy now?"

((I love this roleplay:) ))

aliya • marchand is life wrote: "Biting her tongue to hold back a snarky reply, Delilah let herself soften up. She didn't want to jeopardize her chances of getting to know Silver and she had a feeling that if she replied with a co..."

As Silver and Delilah arrived at the camo station, she picked up a small bowl and began to place object into it; A bit of mud, a dash of rocks, a few twigs, some leaves. With a stick she began to stir them altogether as she listened to Deliah, hoping to create a paste the would provide a decent camouflage. She listened and stirred, listened and stirred. Her movements were so natural, seeming to be in her comfort zone.

That was, until Delilah happened to mention something very personal. Her stirring stopped and she raised her eyes onto Deliah, her stone cold features turning harder by the second. How in the world did she know about the kidnapping? Sure, it was actually her that had been kidnapped, not her father, but it was best not to push the subject. She tried to play off the situation by continuing to stir and stare at her bowl, but if you looked closely, you could see the goosebumps raise on her arms as fear and memories began to overcome her. "No, he actually wasn't." Silver responded, trying not to let even a moment of shakiness creep into her voice. "And why do you care anyways?" She was praying that Delilah wouldn't find out that it was actually Silver that had been taken... Who had even told the escorts? The only ones that knew of her kidnapping were her crazy trainers. Though, it came as no surprise that they probably had big mouths as well.

Silvers harsh gaze stuck on the D1 female, the kind of look that made you wonder what she was calculating in her brilliant brain. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, she responded with new purpose. "Well, Delilah," she spat with a slightly sarcastic tone, "Any district can be terrible or wonderful. It just depends on where you live, where you grew up." The beginning of her life was in a fairly nice part of 2, a middle and upper class environment, thanks to the stacks of cash that her father brough in from his sketchy line of work. But when she was kidnapped, there was no doubt that she had been stuck deep in the slums. Even her training facility with the harsh instructors was located in ehat some would consider the 'ghetto.' She had not known the elegance of wealth in many years. "District 2 is very different then 1... Not that you would understand that at all." Looking up and down her again, Silver was trying to point out that Deliah's put-together and flawless apperance was hardly found in 2. Just like Ian's upperclass atmosphere that he carried, Silver's rough skin and tattoo's contrasted the district 1 tributes greatly.

aliya • marchand is life wrote: "She shouldn't have ran off like that, Delilah scolded herself. She should have been brave and interrupted somebody's conversation and forgotten entirely about her exchange with Ian. Only a minute o..."

Silver's mind had been wandering, thinking of the cruel way she had just handled Isadora. If that girl was as weak as she seemed, then Silver's words probably had shaken the last bit of will out of Isa. It gnawed at her insides, seeing that she was no better then any other cruel career here in the arena. But truely, it wasn't her own fault. The kidnapping so many years ago had changed her, hardened her from within beyond repair. No matter how badly she wanted to turn her life around after the experience, she had vowed never to let herself feel so powerless again. In turn, thanks to her abusive trainers, had also pounded the common career's attitude into her as well.

Her guilt mind had wandered far enough to forget that she was still in the training center, and then, so conveniently, was approached by the very tribute she wanted to see. Deliah approached with an obvious confidence that you didn't see from many tributes these day. Silver looked up and down the girl's body, immediately being turned off by the obviously District 1 presence. Her nose turned up slightly with her arms crossed, not a hint of emotion on her face like always. "And you're Deliah." A bit of bitterness leaked out with her words, expressing her dislike of the luxury district with the simple change of her tone. The ball was now in Deliah's court, and Silver wasn't going to be making the next play.

Silver felt the power that she contained come out of her in those few seconds that she snapped at Isadora. The response she got was better then she could have imagined; The indimidation that Isa felt could be best explained by a rabbit retreating into its hole, or a flower but retreating before it ban be blown away by the wind. The whole situation gave Silver a feeling of power, knowing that she could squash this girl between her two fingers if need be. Isa's shaking form and failure to make eye contact clearly showed this to be a fact. Another twang of guilt hit her, but she knew this was not a time for her to soften up. As Silver turned to leave, she heard a small squeak from behind her. Looking back over her shoulder, she raised an eyebrow, wondering why in the world Isadora felt it was okay to talk. Stalking back over to her side quickly, she got right into Isa's face, no longer holding her words back. "What could you possibly do for me, hm?" Her hands were clenched at her sides, and she was desperately fighting the urdge to grab her by the collar. "Your too slow, you drag me down. You cant fight, you need protection. You will be getting no sponsors with your meek attitude." She paused, wondering what she possibly could say to get the idea through the girl's thick skull. "Sure, maybe you can heal or choose the right plant or cook food, but guess what? So can I. All the careers can, if they are worth anything." Her face was only inches away now, towing over the girl by almost a half a foot. She spat her next words, feeling like a total b*tch but needing to end the rant. "Bringing you along would be worthless. Understand?"

And with her final, cruel words, Silver turned on heel, shaking out of disappointment in herself. But she couldn't dwell on Isa, or Ian for that matter. The next person she needed to talk to was obviously a career, and her name was Deliah. But where had she gone?

((She should be done within 2-3 more post, so Id say like in 4 days or so, if Silver isnt sone with Isa, her amd Deliah can start talking!))

Silver let her eyes wash over Isadora's fidgety form, soaking in every nuance that she could. Isa had been doing nothing wrong, maybe asking a few too many questions, yes, but none the less having pure intentions. Yet, here she was, nervous and shaking as if Silver was about push her face first into the fire. Based on her passive personality, it wouldn't have surprised her if Isa placed her own face in the fire if Silver demanded so. She sat back with her arms crossed, silently studing the girl. An then, a twang of guilt rocked her form with a simple thought. She pictured her younger self, innocent, scared, and being held captive by trained professionals. Her vague memories of the encounter included remembering the feeling she got when looking at one of the men, knowing they had the skill sets to take her out with a single flick of their wrist. Is that how Isadora felt, sitting here, now, across from her?

Silver knew that she had to stomp on this guilty feeling, so she stood, prepared to finally put her foot down like she should have in the first place. Silver's head tilted sideways as she stared down at Isa on the floor. They still had the fire between them though, thankfully; The flame's shadows danced off her chisled cheeks and toned arms, adding to the intimidation. "Look, whatever was discussed between you and Ian is no longer happening." The words were firm, clearly nonnegotiable. "Ian is in a real alliance now... One that will actually give him the chance he clearly deserves." She kept a straight face, maintaining eye contact through every cruel syllable. The words tasted like poision in her mouth, so she spit them out as fast as she could. "And you are not wanted by either of us, understood?... I dont want to see you talking to him either. And if I catch you even looking at him..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the horrors of the punishment for Isa to imagine. Stepping around the fire so that she could kneel next to Isa, Silver loomed over her, faces less then a foot apart. "Don't be the rock that sinks him. And don't be the stupid girl that gets in the way, understood?"

Silver was temporarily relived to be off the topic of her tattoos, but Isadora sucked her right back in. Why was this girl so interested in her? It was strange for anyone to ask Silver questions, never the less multiple ones by Isa. She could see the disappointment in the girl's eyes when it was deemed worthless, and Silver couldn't help but wonder why Isa was actually acting interested in her life. And then, somehow she managed to guess that they were only coverups of battle scars. Her eyes almost popped out of her head in surprise, and a light layer of blush filled her cheeks from embarrassment. This girl was tugging at her emotions like nobody else could. "Yes, yes they are." Silver nodded slightly, not letting her eyes leave the floor. When people talked about her markings, she wanted to crawl into a hole and wait for them to forget about them a few minutes later.

Snapping out of it, Silver erased all traces of emotion from her face, remaining strong and looking Isa in the eyes. "Look, girl. I didnt come over here so we could talk about my tattoos." There was a hint of a growl and annoyance in her voice, despite Isadora's obviously good intentions.

As soon as Isadora spoke the words, Silver felt positively exposed. Her whole body, the seen and the unseen, was littered with intricate and colorful tattoos. Arm sleeve, back almost covered, and even on her hands. This particular one that Isa had mentioned was her least favorite of them all. A lion was someone born into a simple life, as a cub being able to live freely, happily, carelessly. But then quite suddenly, it was time for the cub to turn into an adult. It begins by being forced to kill, acting tough around all the other males, and the fear of either being killed or starving on the plate. But in the heart of every full-grown lion was simply another cub that wished it could chase the butterflies and wrestle with its siblings once again. Innocence behind a façade of stone... And it was the perfect metaphor for her life.

Silver immediately pulled her arm back, hiding the tat and wishing could hide all of them that were still showing. No need for this lower girl to see all of her imperfections. "Thanks." Silver mumbled, not bothering to hide her emotions. "And no, nothing special." She though for a moment, feeling very uncomfortable having to talk about herself, which almost never happened. Her eyes found the ground in what... Was that shame? A few moments of silence prompted her to continue with "... If anything, It's a mistake." Now that her eyes were on Isa, she noticed how the girl seemed to pull back in a small cowering of fear. Like a deer in headlights. More like, a lion getting ready to pounce on its prey. "Do you have any of your own?" Silver would say anything to get the subject off herself.

((Okay, yeah totally your choice:) ))

Silver watched Isadora carefully, picking out the small yet prominent mannerisms this unique girl possessed. Not a single bone in her body had been bred for war, that was an obvious first impression. It was as if Isa was lightly floating about, pouring out kidness as she went. It make Silver slightly sick to her stomach, and somewhat jelous as well. She let her head slowly cock to the side, her face as neutral as ever. "Eight, huh?" It was all she had not to let her disappointment and distaste for the district travel into her tone. After her words, a brief silence ensued between the two. The only sounds to be heard were the echos of the room around them, the crackle of the fire, and the rythmic tapping of Isa's delicate fingers. Her eyes drifted to her tattoos, the fire seeming to bring one of the images of a lion on her arm to life as it danced in the flickers of fire. The lion itself was meaningless to Silver; The real purpose was to cover one of her many scars, this particular one coming from a dagger that one of her captors had attempted to saw into her arm with. Silver caught herself staring at the ragged bump of the scar along the lion's mane, and quickly moved herself back to Isa and her question. "I'm from two." The pride that had been detected in Isadora's voice was nowhere to be found in Silver's.

Silver was slightky taken aback by Isadora's open and accepting attitude. The kindness that poured out of every bit of this girl made her recoil as a first instinct, unsure how to take such a girl. These two were absolute opposites; Isadora's sweet nature was like fluffy snow compared to the stinging rain of Silver's cold and deterring attitude. The look on her face accurately expressed her feelings, subtle hints of discontent making itself known in the corners of her lips and creases of her brow. She was strangly close to Isadora, who's energy raidiated onto her own skin. The seemingly open atmosphere that she crayed gave Silver the confidence to speak, and not necessarily the words she had intended to say.

"Uhm, yeah. Thats why I'm here." She said uneasily, picking up a a flint and steel set. The small flakes began to flutter on top of Isadora's intricate wood pile, adding a sparkle to the otherwise dull wood. It was a strage sight, such a big, strong girl playing with small things like a fire and a lower-district tribute. When you looked at Silver, one immediately thought fire, while looking at Isadora brought thoughts of small, warming campfires. "Isadora, right?... What district?" She gestured at Isa to go ahead and start the fire, if she possibly could. The tension in the air was too much for Silver, and she was getting prepared to quit the small talk and accuse Isadora rhen and there.

((Ill post in a few hours! I have practice... :P Ohh... In the Arena, can some how Silver cut Isadoras hair when shes mad???))

Without another word, Silver turned away from Ian with a small not. They were in an alliance now, a very loose wnd tentative one at that, but none the less a partnership. You could tell by the insincerity in their eyes that even the slightest turn away from the 'correct path' they had placed eachother on would result in a loss of life. But Silver knew not to make friends, no matter how much she adored another person's company. Becoming attached could lead to unthinkable concequences that would ruin her for the rest of her life. It was better to go through this arena being an emotionless robot then a love-stricken basket case.

Placing her final spear back in the rack, Silver turned and took in a deep breath of the hustle-and-bustle of the busy training room. A quick head count proved that over two-thirds of the tributes were present, none particularly sticking out to her eye. That was, all except for Isadora, who sat all alone attempting to make a fire in the corner. It was time to let this insignificant outlander know who she would be dealing with. A quick glance behind her to make sure Ian wasn't watching her, Silver took off in the direction of the fire station, trying to be discreet about her destination. Upon arrival, she hastily sat down a few logs from Isa, poking at the fire pit with a stick. Now that she was here, she didn't quite know how to start the conversation she wanted to have.

- ¢нℓσє - wrote: "( ☘ αℓιуα wrote: "[ No, no that's fine and sounds like a Delilah think anyway :) ]

Delilah arched her other eyebrow so that both of them were raised and then lowered them defiantly. "Oh really? L..."


((Sweet:) I'm going to have Silver talk to Isadora right now, and then Deliah can talk to her after that, okay?? ))

♥†♬პოἶlყ♬†♥ғιgнт тιℓℓ тнε εη∂ вυт ι'м σηℓү нυмαη wrote: "~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "((At least for Ian, yes thats the plan:)

Is Isadora open to RP @Emily?? I think it would be good if Silver confronts her, and maybe Isa can soften h..."


((Ill send Silver over now!!;) ))