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((Hmm... Thats a toughie!! Maybe he can act all tough right now, and promise Isadora he will care for and protect her in the arena, while getting closer to the carerrs and finding their weaknesses?? Just an idea :P ))

✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧ wrote: "He rolled his eyes, finding most of what had occurred in the past few minutes was the source of petty, immature bickering among teenagers who thought they were better than one another. Honestly, th..."

((Cute little teady bear... Haha... 'Cute':) What station are they at??))

Silver kept her eye's locked on him, arms crossed over her lazily. She haf considered giving Ciara a good sock to the head, but cooled her blood when she recognized just how terrible that would look of her from these tributes point of view. "Well, Ian, I'm looking for someone that can hold their own." Her next words were directed towards Ian, but her eyes showed they were meant for Isadora. "Someone who isn't afraid to cross off the weak ones." Pushinging herself off the post, she stalked a few step's closer to the pair, taunting, tempting. "Think you can manage that?" She hoped that he took her words as a challenge, and that he might just get up off his lazy but, leaving his teady bear behind and show her what he's got.

Silver raised a single eyebrow in response to Ian, basically saying: 'Yeah, I'm district two, and have you got a problem with that?' He words to returned with were equally as sarcastic and serious, making her feel a bit like she was being challenged. "I came here to talk to you," she stole a glance towards Isadora, clearing saying 'not you' before continuing, "Because I wanted to know if you were even worth my time as an ally." Though Silver's words rolled off the tongue coated in bitterness with a sour aftertaste, it wasn't meant to be taken in a rude way. That's just how she was. Cold, hard, blunt. If it was the truth, she didn't hesitate to say it. And though her words were few, she didn't make many friends with the one's she did use. "And so far, not seeing much to be impressed with." Again, another cold glare at Isadora.

Now next to the group was another new tribute, to her delight. A young, skinny looking flower from 12, who was nothing more then a helpless lamb in her eyes. Yup, she would be gone within moments of the gong. Her typical disapproving gaze fell on her for a split second, loving the way that Tara was handling the situation. It almost, almost cracked her up inside. And finally she returned her attention to Ian, whom she was still waiting for a response from.

((OopsXD totally wrote the wrong district... D1 was just in my mind!! Haha, ill be on for like an hour... I too have lunch!!))

✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧ wrote: "His nose wrinkled in an immediate reaction to the snicker that had alerted him from the girl who had decided to stand back and not introduce herself. He didn't think that was particularly nice of h..."

Silver let her head casually tilt to the side as if in doing so she would recive a better view of Ian and what he truely was like. "It mean's nothing." She said in a low mumble, face ridgid and emotionless as always. "Unless, your a typical District One stereotype, then yes, that was directed at you." She spat, re-situating herself against the post. Her eye's fluttered back and forth between Isadora and Ian, trying to read them like open books. This kid was already beginning to push her buttons. 'Can't speak...' She thought, mimicking his agrivating voice in her mind. It wasn't that she couldn't speak, it was that she knew the true importance of words, and was only going to use them for actual important matters. "Yeah, I can. And it's Silver." She seethed, maintaining cold eye contact. "District Two." The first two of Panem's districts were known for their rocky relationships. It was either the pair adores each other and got along well, or they butted heads and put death wishes on one another. So far, it seemed that their correlation would not be the most amiable.

((Either way, I dont care:) This may be the only change Ian and Silver get some 1x1 rp, so I suggest lets take it!!))

((Me!! Ill have access for at least 2-3 more hours:) ))

As soon as Ian announced his district, Silver gave a small snicker, eyes finding the ground and shaking her head. Of course he was district 1. And he was preying on this poor girl like a lamb to a lion. He was going to toy with her, just like all the glamorous, spoiled D1 kids did before slitting the throats of all they had enticed. Upon seeing Ian, these were her initial thoughts. Despite what she was thinking, she happened to be very wrong about his interesting character. Silver crossed her arms and leaned against a nearby post, catching eye contact and shaking her head disapprovingly at Ian. If he asked why, she was prepared to give him a straight answer.

((@Diana: Mkay:) Yay!
@Iyanna: Jump on in missy!))

((Go ahead!... Sometimes, at this time of day she dissapears for a while, usually until the next morning!!))

((Ehh, Id say lets just go with whoever makes sense to go next ;P That way we dont feel obligated to wait for people ))

Silver remained silent, falling into line just in the shadow of Tara as they approached the two. Her was her turn to Analyze, to find out all she could about them just from the knowledge of sight. The girl was soft, so soft in fact that Silver could probably squish her from only a small pinch. No callouses, no definate muscle mass, no hardened look in ger eyes from years of training. The girl wouldnt be a problem, but man... The boy... One look and Silver began to melt away; She wasn't even quite sure why either. Was it intimidation? Respect? Lust? Nothing was clear, but she was certainly drawn to his cool demeanor and wonderful body.

The most prominent feature she recognized was their eyes. Both seemed to glance at one another with a look of desire in their eyes. When their hands parted, it seemed if as on que both of their sholder sagged and dissapointment subtly drowned out their faces. Maybe this fact could be provide to be just the leverage she would need to get some sort of upper hand. Waiting for the answer to Tara's question, she crossed her arms and began to look disinterested and distant.

((Yay, thanks!:) I'm not sure what station they are at, so ill just have them come over...))

Silver let her eyes land heavily on Tara, wondering why she was even still around the girl. Normally, she hated being around people like herself. But it jut so happens that their slightly connected past's made her feel a bit more open to her. When an immediate response was not given, Sh turned and began walking in the tributes direction, hoping that Tara was going to fall in at her side. Truely, she didn't care what Tara did either way. As she approached the tributes that had become fast friend, Silver realized that she didn't know how ro start a conversation, and instead went over to station's instructions and began to absentmindedly listen, hoping one of the tributes would notice her first.

Silver kept a careful eye on Tara, watching the way her muscles moved. It wasn't a fighter's body that Tara had, it was more of a sneaky, slick was the she moved, as if she could dissapear into the shadows at one moment and appear somewhere else a moment later. It was much different then Silver, who's bod was made for fighting and standing her ground. She would always have to be looking over her shoulder in the arena, knowing this girl could sneak up on her at any moment like the sly girl that she was.

Pulling herself out of the pit, she rolled her eyes in response to the comment about the cookies, never being one to respond well to jokes. Pulling herself gracefully up to her feet, she put out a hand to help up Tara, not knowing what had gotten into her. Without knowing what else to ask this girl, she began to scan around the stations, looking for other people. Her eyes landed on a pair of tributes, on inpaticular being the district 1 luxury boy, the one who would probably be the best ally money could buy. "Why don't we head over there?" Silver suggested, nodding softly in their direction. It was time to be even more social, and to find out more about the people she would be killing.

((Can Tara and Silver come and talk to your charries Diana and Emily?? If they are still having a 'moment', I understand!!:) ))

- ¢нℓσє - wrote: "~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "She kept her eye's down, scanning the foam pit below and reflecting on her life. So, it just so happens that Tara takes out a few rival gang member's..."


"You were real small." Silver said in a low tone, getting impatient with sitting at the top of the wall. Looking over at Tara, she nodded down towards the ground, indicating they should probably get a move on. As she spun around and elegantly placed her feet on the wall on the foothold, she continued to speak. "For the longest times I just assumed you were just someone trying to sell us some cookies." She mentioned, looking up st Tara one more tike before her head disappeared below the edge of the wall. Her movements down flowed, never pausing or slowing to find a new hold. When she was a bit closer to the ground, but too far up for any sane person, she shoved off of the wall and let herself glide into the pit below.

((Sorry I haven't posted today, And I wont be able to tomorrow for sure... Sorry!!:) I will on Sunday for sure... I will be at home with nothing to do so I will get all my pists in all groups done then!))

She kept her eye's down, scanning the foam pit below and reflecting on her life. So, it just so happens that Tara takes out a few rival gang member's, and Silver get's kidnapped only a few months later. It was all connected. Tara had somehow shaped her life, and now they were told to kill each other. "I don't think the rival gang was too happy about your actions." She mumbled, knowing it was best to leave it at that so her feeling's didn't come tumbling out like sand out of a sieve. "You weren't bad yourself. Matured fast, that's for sure." She recalled the short encounter, remembering seeing the stone-hard looking girl as she peeked out of the bedroom, her mom hushing for her to get away from the door. "You happened to be younger then me when we had met." The corner of her lips turned uo, only for an instant."You seemed so much older then me back then."

"Well..." Silver hesitated, her mouth dry without words to wet it. This was a very touchy subject, anything that had even the slightest to do with her family always sent her emotions on a rollercoaster. She had issues controlling them in the first place, but put her dead family on top of that and you practically had a wild animal on your hands. Her father had been her mentor, her rolemodel, and even her best friend before the frightful day when she was forever ripped from his grasp. And though she wasn't nirmally like this, she was determined to squeeze out what little information she could. "What do you remember, from the last time you saw him?" Had they seen each other since they worked together long ago? Was there more then one job? "What kind of, uh, work did you do for him?" Silver's finger's had peeled off a small strip of rubber and was now attempting to tie it into a knot of sorts. Her eyes remained anywhere but on Tara, not wanting her emotions to be pushed farther then they already had. And by seeing her face, she was sure it would push her over the edge... literally.

Silver remained in a death stare as Tara brushed her comment off as nothing more then if she was talking about the weather. The insincerity in her voice made her squim inside, and it took a butt-load of willpower to keep from launching at her and ending this here and now. Her head slowly raised, watching as the murderess climbed higher while she remained motionless. It wasn't easy to take the words she said as truth, so she couldn't help but speculate that it wasn't the full truth she had been given. With a small growl, Silver foced herself to continue upward, moving faster to compensate for and contain her growing anger. It was how she had been taught to deal with the world; Life gives you lemons, you chase the lemons down, slice and dice them until they were nothing more then useless fruit blobs. And usually when you put all your trouble's into your training, life's lemon juices tended to spray you in the face and sting your eyes.

Arriving at the top a few moment's after Tara, Silver pulled herself into a sitting position on the edge of the platform, forcing her pulse to lower. A brief glance to her sidd at Tara proved that there was a slight unease to the atmosphere. Maybe it was the new 'altitude' making someone a bit fidgety, but it could have been anything. "So... You remember him?" Her words were hestitant, finger's absentmindedly pulling away at the rubber shards on the top of the wall. "... Do you remember anything else about him?"

- ¢нℓσє - wrote: "~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "((Yay!:) This just got real... XD Maybe somehow, Tara ends up Telling Silver the truth before the Training Center Closes, and she Flips out on her and..."

Silver's question didn't hit home, not it the way that she intended. But Tara's question to her did spark something in her that would not be easy to put out. Her hand almost slipped off the climbing wall, and she steadied herself with as much ease as she could muster in the situation. Pausing in unseen shock, she waited for until Tara had caught up and was even with her at her side to speak. Silver looked deep into Tara's eyes, her rock-solid portraying misery, darkness, and anger. When she was sure that Tara knew how she was feeling, she spoke. "My Father's Dead." Silver seethed, trying not to let her voice shake. No, she didn't know if her father was dead or not. She hadn't seen or heard from him in year, but it effected her so because he was the anchor in her life, and he had been so painfully taken away from her. Ripping herself out of the daze, she reached up for the next hand-hold, only to stop half way up and let her hand drop, realization coming to her face in a rush. "Why the hell do you want to know about my dad?" Her face was fairly neutral, but how was it possible for someone to show so much hate and sorrow in such subtle hints? Tara's answer better be good, or Silver was going to send them both tumbling down the wall, and would kill her in the pit below.