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[Shadow Akantha De Septem Hidis]

SHADOW AKANTHA DE SEPTEM HIDIS

Hey all I want is what's real
Something I touch and can feel

Shadow's long, slim fingers trailed over the polished metal, the frame of the automobile that was in organized pieces, scattered all over his lab. Organized chaos, anyone who tried to riddle everything out would be as lost as a Orca in a duck pond. Not him though. It was as perfectly organized in his mind as if it has been detailed on a grid map. The slender figure shook his head, dismissing the thoughts as he traces a nail through the crease that marked the door that had been detached only minutes ago. His general disgust in humanity muted by the comforting thrum of electricity that was a constant effect in his area. No one could touch him here, no one could disturb him through the locked door and nigh deafening music. Music was a block, something that locked the rest of humanity out better than any security could. No one could speak to him, no one could hear him, pure peace. Shadow ran a finger along a tapering scratch in the silvery metal, his gray blue eyes flicking to note it before his attention snapped elsewhere. Mainly, to the door. The iron handle that seemed insignificant next to the chain that was hooked into the wall and the sturdy bar that braced across it, currently snapped shut. Not many had the right or reason to come through that door uninvited. That was how he liked it.

The genius rolled his gray blue eyes, for a moment exasperated as much with his thoughts as he was with the world as a whole, but his slim fingers found the hook of the chain, releasing the door one lock at a time. The light chain, the heavy bar, the iron key that he kept around his neck. It hadn't taken long for people to learn how much he liked his privacy. Shadow pushed open the heavy door, ignoring the jumble of chaos that instantly surrounded him as he made his way towards the exit. The undefined areas of Panem were like a safe haven for him, a place with nothing, no authority, no guards, no people. Shadow's gray blue eyes flashed around for a moment, looking from one empty hall to the next before slipping out the heavy door of District 3. Obedience had never been in his blood, he'd learned the rules of a rebellion at his mother's knees. The difference between a situation where you needed to make your point, and where you needed to whip out the problem entirely. Capital had needed to be taken down a long time ago. Someday, someday she'll get her wish. Attachment wasn't something he did, vengeance was entirely different. Capital had taken everything from him, his home, his mother, the people he considered his family. His father wasn't even on the list, he hadn't been around long enough to even be considered that.

Shadow slipped into the darkness of the woods, singing the lines from the song his mother had always whispered in his ear. "Hey, all I want is whats real, something I touch and can feel, I'll hold it close and never let it go." She's told him what it meant, about the world, about the singer, about everything. "Said why, why do we live this life, with all this hate inside? I'll give it away cause I don't it anymore. Please help me find a place somewhere far away... " The technician shook his head, like shaking off water that was his philosophical thoughts. Goodness knows where he'd gotten this dreamy side, from his father perhaps, but he couldn't imagine having gotten anything from that man he'd only seen twice in his life. Once nearly striking him with a blunt throwing knife. The two inch light caliber blades that hadn't been taken from his desk in thirteen years. Ever since his mother had pressed her ivory handled dagger into his palm and slipped into the night. To return only as one of the last crushing blows that destroyed the hope of the resistance. Shadow gave a terse sigh as he braced his forearm against the rough bark of a tree, leaning against it, his head hung in the deep thoughts that often plagued him, his leather plated arm flat against the tree. "Yes, I'll go and you'll never see me again", and the last lines she'd whispered to him that night before leaving, "At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head."

I'll hold it close and never let it go
Said why... why do we live this life?

"this is speaking text"
TAGGED - - Open
WORDCOUNT - - 762
NOTES - - Hmm...
LYRICS - - Bullets - - Creed
CREDITS - - Raven, aka me

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[Judith Acacia Dicamillo]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=white][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 290px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab347/paigeyin/Eden/Banner1-2.png);] Note: "Jude's Speech" Jude's Thoughts "Damn it! Can you guys think before you talk about these freaking shit?" it was followed by a slam of flesh and bone on the wooden table, chair scrapped on the dull cement floor made sound that get people cringed, and the girl went out of the room that was filled with noise of working machines. She might get into trouble for this little stun she pulled a moment ago, but as Jude half-ran, half-stumbled down the concrete staircase leading her towards the back exit, barely holding herself together with the rage boiling inside, she decided that she couldn't care. She has long work overtime trying to figure out how to get that piece of levitator work to her expectation. It wasn't her fault that the freaking war decided to break out and mess with the project and destroyed half of the data her father and her spent hours on observing and experimenting. If the Capitol wants to punish her for a little time out she needed to unwind then let it be. Life can't get any more fucked up than it is now anyway. Outside the smoke-filled room the sun was bright, Jude squinted her eyes at the sudden brightness, but that never slow down her runaway from the drama and boiling feelings inside her. Anger she could afford and people would understand it (her red hair seems to give people enough hint about her rage anyway), tears and sadness she could not, which is what she kept hidden deep beneath her anger. It is better than letting the world knows the real Jude Dicamillo is actually a weakling. It was one of those sunny day which the high temperature are threatening to roast anything within it. The warm air hit her felt too heavy to breathe in, but soon enough she gotten use to it, added the discomfort down her "don't care" list as she continued her escape from everything that's threatening to crush her. The pressure - the recovering period from the war, reconstruction of the town, the pretense... Everyone in her family are acting like everything are going to be alright while they are not, John still screams in his dreams, damnit! And she herself still crying awake some of the nights. Her father and big sister left a gigantic hollow hole inside her when they go, it is something unlikely to heal at all. What could she do but tries to hide it really? Jude Dicamillo would never appear weak in front of anyone. But it just hurts to see her other siblings are using as much effort to put on a show for her; there's only so much pretense a girl could handle. The town was appearing bright but empty at this working hour, almost everyone except women who stay home and some peace-keepers would be roaming around town in the middle of the day. Guess the weather got everyone hiding in the shelter and try to chill too huh? Suit her well. A slight roll of eyes and a purse of her lips suggested that Jude was being sarcastic. The redhead let her legs to be on autopilot leading her towards the place she has in mind. It wasn't long before the entrance between tall trees loomed in front of her. It was dark inside, and strange cries of insects came from the silent woods filled of nothing but the nature. Signs of "bear attacks", "danger" and "lion spotted" along the way into the forest were being ignored as Jude continued her way into her sanctuary; fear for being eaten alive did nothing to stop her from heading into the supposedly forbidden place. If she can defy the capitol, Jude can handle some wilderness. It was with immediate effect that the cool air settled down around her tiny body, the 5'6 trek deeper into the embrace of nature, her breathing came more rapid after a while going uphill. 15 minutes later, Jude finally let herself came to a stop, put her hands on her hips as she stood there recalling the topic that two male beside her were discussing. "... It was too bad for 13 actually. Don't you think its stupid to go up against the Capitol? They are rich, they have control over everything, including our life and death. One act of rebellion from someone in the district gets all of us involved and many more sacrificed their lives for nothing. Its at least good for them to be gone, we need no more troublemaker getting us all into hot soup," man A whispered to his partner beside him. Normally discussion of the war and uprising is a taboo, however under the noise of thumping machines, quietly spoken words often go unnoticed. Well, as unnoticed as it could get it seems, the neighbors could very well captured bits and pieces into their ears. "Can't say the blame should be on 13, don't you want freedom too? I mean, we all hopes even we were not involved. And I won't say all those being shot are innocent. Heard that Dicamillo girl was part of the rebel, she tried to lead the party to put up a fight herself. A waste really, she is beautiful, not looking like those--" that was when Jude had her outburst and stalked out of the room. They were talking about her sister, the angelic Jane, the one who everyone loves and respects, accusing her as part of the rebel. How could Jane be a part of the rebellion? Jude would never believe it unless Jane tells her that herself, the oldest of Dicamillo kid is always the obedient one, the one who takes action to help the poor and the weak. Leading the uprising? The whole world has millions more candidates with potential, but it will never be her big sister. Then again, how much does this 17-year-old knows about Janice Dicamillo? The random sound of insects calls calmed her slightly, Jude went to take a seat on the fallen tree log. She took off her goggles and pushed that short red hair of hers behind her ears. Calm was welcome, she needed to hold on to something so she can continue to keep her mask on. Jude has always admired Jane and her confidence, her sister is one girl no one could ignore. She is beautiful inside and out, a true woman, Jude always thought that her sister would make a hell of good wife and mother. The unexpected turns of events took all hopes from her. Now damn, she doesn't mean to sound depress at all, she was trying to hightail it away from emotions. Those are not her thing, talk to her about sports, science, electricity and physical fight she would be able to show you some pro-ness, but true feelings she can't handle anything deeper than a good laugh and loud yells. There was no telling how long Jude sat there in the dimly lit wood, the thick leaves above shield her from the sun doesn't allow her to tell noon from morning, her dominant mood went from anger and sorrow to something of a lighter shade, better although she would never completely be OK. No one is OK living in Panem, after the Dark Days, it just got worse. Working hours were extended, wages were cut, even the Dicamillo family taken a good hit. Now everyone in the family has to work in order to scrap by enough to make ends meet monthly. Jude is against the idea of John going to work at such young age, yet she can't help it anymore. The redhead heaved a deep sigh, eyes closed and teeth gritted, pain filled her heart; Jude loves her family more than anyone in the world, she just seldom show her love. The moment of quietness was short-lived however when someone's voice reached her ears. Frown crept up on between her brown, she felt annoyed, disturbed. No one else is supposed to be here; This is her sanctuary, a place belongs to her dad and her, anyone else wandered into this private space are trespassing. And if there's one thing Jude would do to annoying intruder especially her in her mood now, it would be trying to scare Mr. Singing away. He is certainly not winning any good impression points from Judith (not that he is a bad singer, not at all) with that depressing song he sung. So Jude picked up some nuts from the nearby ground before she scaled up a tree with hands and legs working together. Finally she saw him, sitting high up on a sturdy branch looking down. A tall figure clad in black in a small clearing not unlike the one Jude let herself came to a stop at. He is skinny, dark-haired and slightly tan for someone who live in District 3, Shadow de Septem Hidis, the annoying weird ass live at down her street. The girl watched him as his song continued, that jerk seems to be unaware that someone was watching him not too far away, it makes Jude pulled up one corner of her lips into a smirk. Looking down at the collection of hard-shelled nuts and dried fruits in her palm, this Decamillo decided that throwing these nuts at him from this distance would most likely ended up in waste. If she missed him, the fallen nut on the ground could still catch his attention and that would most definitely giveaway her current location. No, this girl has a better idea - if she only wanted to scare the intruder away an instance before, she wanted to make sure she get to mess with him before he run screaming away from her forest, that's how much Jude dislike this creep named Shadow. From the inner pocket of her jacket, Jude pulled out a slingshot, positioned the dried fruit on the elastic strap, she closed her right eyes as she aimed. Next thing she knows when she released the pressure on her weapon and let it snap back into shape, there the nuts cut through the thin air headed for his head. It hit right on target with a soft thud, she motioned a silent "yes". Jude giggled, she bit her own finger trying not to laugh out loud as she watched the guy searches through the thicket looking for the attacker. Outfit: CLICK; Tagged: SHADOW AKANTHA DE SEPTEM HIDIS; Words: 1758; status: complete; note: ♥♥ Sorry for the spam. Hope this is OK. Credit © PaigeYin @ SitW

[Shadow Akantha De Septem Hidis]

SHADOW AKANTHA DE SEPTEM HIDIS

Hey all I want is what's real
Something I touch and can feel

Shadow let his thoughts flicker from one thought to another, as unstable and indecisive as the movements of a squirrel. It was how his mind always worked with out the razor sharp focus he got the moment he settled on a project. Its what had made him one of the best, even if the more dangerous part of his nature always thought longingly of the sound of the hammer of his mother's forge. The feel of the blade beneath his hands. Things he barely remembered about life before the uprising. At the thought his hand drifted towards the ivory, bone handled knife that was his mother's last legacy.

Shadow pushed himself away from the tree, remembering the small things that made him even bother to remember his mother. Her silent ferocity, the hours of lessons in knife throwing. As if that thought was a cue, something wracked him between the shoulder blades. Those hours hadn't been for nothing, and no one coud say that Shadow didn't have a hair-trigger. The district 3 citizen whirled on heel, the knife out and flying before he even registered that anything had happened. And for once he was relieved that he missed his target by a few inches. Even if whoever had the vendetta against him had just come about two inches away from loosing an ear. Shadow's gray blue eyes roamed around, trying to locate his attacker. Vindicative was a good description of him. Especially when he was disturbed.

Shadow began to walk, the icy calm that reflected in his eyes disguised by his brisk pace. At this moment, he wasn't particularly interested in hitting the target this time. He just wanted his knife back. Shadow paused in place, freezing his breathe as he waited. "There." Shadow turned on heel, his gray blue eyes snapping right up to look at her. "You breathe so loud I'm surprised that I wasn't able to hit you on that alone." The blunt, flat tone was half the reason why Shadow was all but hated in the district. To honest. The mechinanic rocked back on his heels, crossing arms as he looked at her. The generally unimpressed air all but radiating off him.

I'll hold it close and never let it go
Said why... why do we live this life?

"this is speaking text"
TAGGED - - Judith Dicamillo
WORDCOUNT - - 366
NOTES - - Sorry its so short... compact at least.
LYRICS - - Bullets - - Creed
CREDITS - - Raven, aka me

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[Judith Acacia Dicamillo]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=white][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 290px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab347/paigeyin/Eden/Banner1-2.png);] Note: "Jude's Speech" Jude's Thoughts It all happened so fast, the ambush, and then the counter attack. One moment before the redhead was just mildly surprise how that the guy has not release a yelp as the hard-shelled nut hit him, but the situation was funny that she was giggling all over. The next she saw him whirled around - as if he got to know her location simply by the force of that dried fruit hitting him - and threw something at her. Jude watched with wide eyes at his graceful movement, fast and lethal. Something was flying up heading her direction. Reaction has her whole body tilted to the right to avoid whatever is it he threw up, it was just with that she had avoided the attack, or maybe not, maybe he missed her. She was glad she doesn't have to test that theory out. Jude has to admit that she never expect this. When she heard the dull thud from the tree behind her, her eyes went wider staring first at the knife which sunk inches deep into the tree trunk, then in slow motion turned to look at him. He was stilled, like an animal trying to find his prey with other senses except sight. She just has the dignity to say that she managed to keep her mouth shut after taking a few moment to gather back her shattered soul. That. Freakish. Jerk. Just. Threw. A. Knife. At. Me! Inside she screamed when her thoughts recovered. The girl watched him with narrowed eyes as he walked towards her with his long strike. The redhead straightened herself up and tried to wipe her sweaty palms dry on her shirt, which doesn't work all that well if you're wondering. Her expression quickly stoned up, with effort the girl pushed away that remaining shock and fear pumping in her heart. When his eyes finally found her, the Dicamillo girl mostly has herself composed, she even has a smirk on her face as she stared down at him. "Oh is that so? You still missed, and that says a lot about your aiming skill," she mocked, on her face a sweet smile that seems so fake that everyone could tell that it was just for amusing that poor guy, "I aimed better don't I?" Oh, she does love to rub it in. The redhead looked back up on the knife stuck on the tree, she studied it for a while before pulling it out. It felt light, the cool weight settled on her palm well, and from what she could see it is sharp. It would be a good use for cutting things, things that are harder than flesh and bones. A shiver went down her spine uncontrollably as she thought of how close he was on cutting off part of her out. "This is a nice knife, you know? You stole it from the peace-keeper?" She asked curiously. No citizen should bring around a weapon in Panem, if anyone was caught with one on their body, he or she would end up pretty badly; punishment for this offense would only means being killed or worse, being turned into an Avox. Judith would rather kill herself than losing her tongue and serving those rich people in the Capitol. She ignored him and continue to examine the weapon in her hands, rolled her eyes at the attitude he adorned upon speaking to her. This is the first time they officially meet each other and he is already getting on her nerves - as if his arrogant appearance never do that on normal days, Jude despite this male from the first time she saw him. "Since you threw this to me, I will accept it as a gift, huh? Thank you!" Another cheerful tone with the smile to go, then she got serious, "It's that, or I sent this to the peace-keeper, telling them that I found this on you. I am guess they will love to take you back to their headquarter as they report this to their leader." Judith was of course bluffing about the last part, she doesn't has the mind to turn anyone to the Capitol, but he doesn't has to know. The expression she wore has not leak a hint. She wrinkled her nose at him once again and stuffed his knife on her belt, then leaned back to get comfortable on the branch she sat on, "Hey creeps, maybe you should leave me alone?" Outfit: CLICK; Tagged: SHADOW AKANTHA DE SEPTEM HIDIS; Words: 752; status: complete; note: Phew! back to normal. <3 yours Ashley! Credit © PaigeYin @ SitW

[Shadow Akantha De Septem Hidis]

SHADOW AKANTHA DE SEPTEM HIDIS

Hey all I want is what's real
Something I touch and can feel

It wasn't often Shadow found himself in a conflict with someone who got a chance to snap back. After all, few ever caught him out of his territory, his shop that no one else could navigate and no one had the nerve to push him in. Half the people in district three knew very well about his lineage, that his mother had been a 2. One of their best. It spoke clearly in the way he handled in sharp piece of metal, any sharpening stone. And even to this day, he sometimes wondered if he'd have been happier there. Where weapons would have lined the walls of his shop. But no, he didn't belong among those that groveled at the feet of the capital and supplied weapons to their tyranny. His mother had been a rebel there, and had died a rebel, it was having no one in the capital know his blood that kept him alive.

Shadow gave the girl a unimpressed look at her smirk, and the response got simple disgust. People were all the same beneath their varied skins. His mother had taught him that from birth with her every gesture. Taught him that if he was good enough like she was, that no one could say a word if you slammed the door in their face because they couldn't lose you. If you were a asset, they lifted you above the common rabble and didn't say a word as long as you did your job, if you were ordinary, you were dropped to ground to be trampled underfoot. They'd both been the same, among the best. Both not bothering with the usual pecking order. Seperate and distant from the populace. The tactician's raised eyebrow seemed to be asking her to get on with it so they could move past this. Like her insults didn't claim enough of his attention to bother responding to.

Shadow's eyes sharpened as she pulled the bone-handled knife loose, examining it closely. It was the best knife anyone would ever lay their hands on. Perfectly balanced with its well-worn bone handle and blade sharpened to a razor's edge and it's shine dulled with use. But it would never feel to anyone like it did in his hand. It was identical to his mother's, and the blade had been made for her. The genius drew in his breathe in a slight hiss at her comment, before his mind settled back to th usual disparging view of people. It was her next words that made his silver blue eyes flash and drew him to finally speak. "Oh yes, I'm sure you'd love to see the look on their face when you accuse someone of stealing a dagger they've never even seen before. That was my mother's you 노둔 자."

The almost vicious tone of voice that he used as he snapped the truth at her made it clear that she'd stepped over a boundry. That knife was the only thing he had of his mother since he'd lost her at seven years old. And anyone who threatened that was getting a hell of a surprise. Her last comment got no response from Shadow as he tilted his head to the side, the movement giving him a look that was strangely feral as his black hair fell over one eye. A look that would make anyone wonder if they should have stepped over that line. "Tell me girl, they reward you for things like that? Or do you just like playing lapdog?"

I'll hold it close and never let it go
Said why... why do we live this life?

"this is speaking text"
TAGGED - - Judith Dicamillo
WORDCOUNT - - 585
NOTES - - So, so sorry this took so long <3
LYRICS - - Bullets - - Creed
CREDITS - - Raven, aka me

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[Judith Acacia Dicamillo]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=white][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 290px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab347/paigeyin/Eden/Banner1-2.png);] Note: "Jude's Speech" Jude's Thoughts Judith Dicamillo is a genius on machinery and technology, not weaponry. True to her blood she is a District Three, the daughter of her father. It has always been her pride that she could hack into the highest security system if she wanted, everything around her were made of numbers and alphabet, arranged in a way that only certain people - like her - can read and understand them, that's the reason how her family could be as well off as they are and how she dared to walk out of work just like she did. She is too important for them to just kill off, and she knows it. This situation she found herself in however doesn't quite add up in terms of logic. A male, an ordinary - or maybe worse, insane - District Three citizen carrying a knife around, and it is no ordinary knife. His movement were deadly and graceful, damn the good aim, like he is the most dangerous assassins, only assassins doesn't exist in Panem anymore. So what is his story? What has he done to obtain such item that could easily deem him to death sentence? Where did he gets all these training? Is he part of the rebellion that killed her sister? Did he kill someone - a peacemaker maybe - to get this? Maybe he is an outlaw in hiding, but Jude doesn't believe in maybe. Shifted herself a comfortable position on the tree trunk, Jude found her brain hurling down the high speed train deducing these pieces of puzzles spread in front of her. She could feel it in her blood that there are more pieces missing, and there is the investigative part doesn't allow her to stop wondering, to stop making sense of what she's just found out about this creep who always lock himself up in his room. "Don't be a smart ass and scold me in other languages," that was her reply to him, calm for a girl sitting 20 feet above ground with one foot danging at the side, swinging in rhythm that exist inside her. She doesn't mind the height as long as she is not going to be trap up here with that freak show, "Well now, you said this belongs to your mom, do you even have any proof about that?" There was no quiz in the world she can't answer, no questions she can't figure out the answer; but first, she would need to gather enough facts to make sense of the picture she was seeing; Judith is like a obsessed scientist and this male is her biggest experiment right now. She would never guess there will be a day she is curious about the weirdo living down the street. That being said, his next words still jotted her up, furious. Her brown eyes once again flitted to meet his pure black ones, teeth gritted in hatred. She never seen another pair of eyes in his color, one could wonder what made of it but she is not someone good in genetic matters as well, nor does she cares. He just insulted her, for God's sake. "The name is Jude and what you said is purely insulting. I, answer to no one," Adrenaline pumped in her bloodstream tensed her muscles and readied her for a fight, Judith was glaring at him. She knows what she said before was pretty bitchy but that was a bluff, one which would scare most people to back down from whatever idea they had forming inside their pretty little head, leaving her alone for now she's done with any form of conversation. Just damn the fact that he is not like most people. "What? You want this?" she pulled back out the knife held high in the air to show him, teasing, decided that she might as well try prying some answers from him instead of wasting the brain power, "I will give it back to you if you answer my questions honestly." A trade she offered, doesn't seems like a bad deal after all, beats thinking herself insane trying to figure out what he is all about. She has enough to worry about. Jude has one of her eyebrow raised as she waited for his answer. Outfit: CLICK; Tagged: SHADOW AKANTHA DE SEPTEM HIDIS; Words: 717; status: complete; note: Late. sorry. Credit © PaigeYin @ SitW