Gotta Survive Somehow... Right? (anth)

[Draco Malfoy]

Isabelle stretched in the morning light that filtered in through the rough burlap cloth she'd placed over the hole in the wall. The makeshift window let in a breeze every now and then in her little hide away. It couldnt even be a considered a shack. The walls made of old pieces of scrap wood and the roof made of tin. A pallet of cushion had been pushed into the corner and covered in a thin blanket, one that was actually soft. Little trinkets she'd stolen littered the place. Most of the things she had kept were worthless trinkets she'd "found" that were unable to sell or rather endearing. What she had gotten a hold of that was valuable was sold almost immediately to buy the food she needed to live. 

As she emerged from her nest of bedding, the sunlight glinted off of her tan skin. Her nude body, small and lethe, was soon covered by her trademark cream coloured cropped tank top and her long flowing skirt that drifted around her ankles. Both pieces had once been white, or so believed, but time and the dirt that caked everything had changed that. Still, it was't like she had a lot of clothes so she kept them as clean as possible. 

Before stepping out from behind the curtain that acted as a door, she donned her red scarf, effectively covering her face and hair save for her dark eyes and the lashes that surrounded them. The balmy heat of District 11 reminded her of some far off land, full of spices and riches. Yes there would be the poor but also the rich. There had to be both for a society to work, that much she understood. She slipped in easily with the crowd of the defeated, but she still had a fire within her that hadn't sputtered yet. Young? maybe. Foolish? Possibly. But would she die by starvation when there was plenty of people to pick pocket? Hell no. 

Isabelle's keen gaze spotted a blonde, must not be poor for only the fair had money in this hell. That much she could count on, especially that busty blonde she'd ran into the other day. What a strange girl that one. Only this blond was male, had a nice enough face. She would possibly be interested if she hadn't been digging through his back pocket in search for something that could buy her her next meal.

[anthena anteater ;)]

Wade Darby. 
There were always many words you could use to describe him. One of the most often was innocent, which by his actions you have completely believed it. The way he stretched out and smiled at the sun rays beaming from the window of his small apartment or even the way he looked into your eyes with his own big blue ones when he were to kiss you.  oddly enough, he was the complete opposite. Although in his younger years he was often hurt or bullied and made no actions towards it when he got older he transformed into a muscular boy from his once scrawny figure and with his past he had gained a reputation of hating certain things to a major degree. One of those things  was stealing and thieves. Days when his family were going hungry they would often take their food and because of his dead mother and depressed father he couldn't defend himself. Now, as he had been walking through the crowded streets the thief going through his back pocket when unnoticed. 

That had been before someone yelled out and caused quite a commotion. His body twisted towards the small figure who had a grip on the money he had in his back pocket. It seemed for a moment, they made deep eye contact. They're was something about her eyes that sparkled but she was a thief and he has no respect for thieves. Quickly, he attempted to push her to the ground and attempt to grab his money. He was silent as they rolled and rolled as he attempted to get his money back...

[Draco Malfoy]

Isabelle let in a sharp intake of breath as the blonde guy turned suddenly at the shout of someone ratting her out. Apparently whoever called her out wasn't starving to death like everyone else in the god damn district. She tried to give him his money back, tried to get away but the guy had her on the ground before she could make a move. This guy was quick, he'd make a decent thief if he clearly wasn't against it. She twisted to get away, her hands fumbling with her scarf to keep her face covered. Her knee jerked with a sharp pop, pain shooting all the way up her leg. A sharp yelp escaped from her lungs as the two scrambled around in the dirt. Her skirt tore along her right thigh, sloping down to her left knee, leaving a large gap in one of her only pieces of clothing. A curse, a slew of curses as she tried to hand the money back but the guy was clearly not getting the idea.

Time was running short, the peacekeepers would be there soon if she didnt do something soon. Her knee jerked sharply upward, her hand slipping into the waistband of his pants with the money still in her grasp. She would have gone for his pocket but she needed a much bigger target in their scramble. She flattened her hand and slipped it back out before rolling to the left and finding her feet back on the ground. Her teeth ground with each slap of her left foot on the dirt as she ran. She ran through the allies, behind the buildings, ducking down narrow shabby streets even as the pain over took her. Her running gait turned into a slow hobble. Her knee cracked every now and then, causing her to yelp and bite down on her right hand until her teeth drew blood. Hopefully she hadnt been followed, but at that moment, she didnt care. She needed rest, she needed time to regather her strength because her knee was killing her, and she needed a way to fend off any peacekeepers if they came a-snoopin'.

An old crate seemed to have been crumbling next to her, with the agony of movement, she managed to break one of them off. The noise she'd caused was louder than she had intended, maybe alerting a nearby bird seeing as she was pretty far away from the commotion. Using the ripped part of her skirt, she tied the piece of wood to the side of her leg, forcing her to keep it straight when it was very painful to do so. Doing this almost made her scream, a high pitched groan hissing between her clenched teeth. Hard panting caused the sharp rise and fall of her chest, a stitch in her aching side to add onto the rest of her aching body. Her hands trembled as they double checked her scarf, hiding her identity. It wouldnt do much if someone forced it off of her but in the meantime, she needed to stat concealed.

[anthena anteater ;)]

His heart had raced as they tumbled through the dirt, his hands close to coming towards her neck. Somewhat he restrained himself from severely hurting the girl. As they tumbled, somewhere, somehow the small girl was back on her feet and running again and with a moment's notice, so was Wade. His eyes were keenly focused on the girl as she ducked down narrow streets and alleys. He was almost able to follow her before he was stopped, helplessly watching her run before another burst of adreniline allowed him to catch his breath and continue on his search.

With hardely any luck he continued to search and search and search. "Nothing," He had mumbled, cursing under his breath before he caught sight of the familar scarf around the girl's head. He forced himself into a jog, then a sprint as she had sat herself down. She looked hurt and her leg was turned the wrong way, bruised even. He hadn't ment to hurt her, only get the money back which had been rightfully his in the first place. He let out a sigh and watched her expression as he slowed into a jog, money still in his waistband. He had then moved into a walk and went to approach her, his facials blank and almost unmangable to read before he allowd himself to catch his breath, looked at her, and pulled the scarf off her head. "Sorry love. Nothing personal. I would just like to know who is trying to steal my money,"

[Draco Malfoy]

Isabelle tried to make herself look as small as possible as soon as she saw the guy she had attempted to steal from. Maybe if he thought she was a child then he would go easy on her, seeing as she was under five feet tall, it wasn't that hard to do. The problem was that yes she was thin but she did have a curving structure. Still, a child was less likely to be punished. She made a poor attempt at shifting backwards into a corner, as if trying to hide but her injured ankle was getting in the way. A sprain maybe, judging by the fact that she could still move her toes. With a broken ankle, she wouldn't be able to move any part of her foot at all.

There was a small yelp of pain when she tried to move, angry tears bitten back along with a string of foul mouthed language. He came closer still, looking down at her like some egotistical jerk. Well she did try to steal from him. That damn piss pot of a man had ratted her out in the process, otherwise she'd had gotten away scott free. She made a move to block his hand, but the scarf was torn from around her face and neck, choking her slightly and sending her thick dark hair tumbling around her face.

Tossing her hair to the side, fists clenched around her skirt, and an angry look in her eye; she met his smug look with one of hostility.

[anthena anteater ;)]

wade c. darby

Sweat had started to make the shirt he had been wearing stick his body as still standing there he tried to peel it from his skin. At first, he wasn't sure how she would act when he pulled the scarf off of her but now he was sure of her anger as she stood there with fists clenched. She looked so small and vulnerable that he found his lips curving into a smile, revealing the uncommon set of pearly white teeth of a district 11 citizen. He made no mind to if he would have to fight the small girl because if so, she would have no chance and he had no doubts about how he deminish her. Of course, the idea of hurting her, looking so much as a child would burden his conscience but because he didn't care he slowly allowed his own fists to curve together. "I mean im sorry and all for.." He took a pause for a moment. "Well, taking off your scarf and trying to get back what was rightfully mine but don't so anything hasty. I don't want to hurt you anymore then I already have," He looked down to her leg and cringed. "In fact, if you don't try to beat me up like the kids did in grade school i'll offer to pay for your injuries and aqquire you a hot meal. How does that sound?" His smile had faded but somehow found its way back over his face as he held out his hand. "Is this a deal?"

[Draco Malfoy]

Isabelle blinked in surprise. Baffled for a moment before clambering to her feet, focusing her weight on the leg that wasnt injured. "I dont need your 'hospitality' nor do i need you to pay for my medical expenses. I can take care of myself." She managed to walked toward him, stopping at about two feet away and pulling her scarf free from his grasp. As she began to walk back toward to busy streets, she limped heavily. A pause, a stalling breath before she called over her right shoulder. "I don't need your pity."

(short post sorry i suck >_>)

[anthena anteater ;)]

wade c. darby

Anger had swelled in her eyes and she had went stone cold, exactly what he had expected from the small injured girl. She sure had some fire though, he thought. Then, just because of that he found himself drapping her arm around his shoulder to steady her limp into more of a hop. "Who said it was pity love?" He allowed a small smile to curve over his large lips. "It could have been the fact I felt horrible, your beauty, the list goes on and on little one," He continued to ramble on. "anyways, my names Wade, Wade Darby and I pick fruit and I think I may have seen you around?" He paused for a moment. "Alright then," He had answered, trying to rid her of any hostility she may of had around him. She seemed stubborn and he doubted it would just magically disappear but it was a long shot. "Come on beautiful, you don't have to be so..." He knew the word it just wouldn't come to mind. "How about hostile? Mean? Stubborn? Gorgeous?" He finally sighed and just kept his mouth shut, looking out into the distance of the busy streets...

[Draco Malfoy]

Isabelle Clark

Isabelle grunted as he slung her arm over his shoulder, he being much to tall for her. She tried to get him to let go but he was out of reach. Her hobbled steps turned into hops on her bare toes just trying to keep up with him as his long legs strode to where ever they were going. The streets around them were deserted, a creeping feeling slothed up the back of her neck like spider legs. She subconsciously shuffled closer to him. Not that she trusted him. She didnt exactly enjoy the idea of being injured and vulnerable.

"yeah, fruitpicker. Same." Her words came out short and clipped, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Uh.. hey where are we going?"

The area around the two wasn't somewhere she'd been before, District 11 having been built like a maze. It was easy to get lost, disgraceful for a thief but quite easy indeed. She stopped her limping tread, stumped by all the compliments. Her face, shocked before furrowing into a scowl and her hand smacking him in the torso. "For one, I'm not 'gorgeous'. I'm only a humble thief and second.... Isabelle."

Thoughts: "time for the smolder"
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