Cow Patties?

I wander the field late at night, thinking about how to survive the reaping, with my mom horribly sick, and I decided to leave her at the terminal. I think about last years tributes and shudder. I should probably get going I thoguht, but then I heard footsteps, and climbed up the nearest tree. Was it a Peackeeper. I struggled to keep myself up as the brach began to snap. I finally composed myself and waited to see who it was.

The darkness of the evening was enough for Lyndis in her solitude to enjoy the tranquility of the dark skies. she was deep in thought, and hadn't changed out of her clothes from the butcher work earlier--so she was still covered in blood.
she was heading towards her favorite tree where she'd climb and think. the only problem this time... was that someone else was there.
luckily the tree had more than one stable branch. Lyndis jumped up, using her arms to swing up onto the first branch, and then settling her small frame onto another branch.

"What brings you out here," She quipped, "and more importantly, "what brings you to my tree?"

I shyly looked away, and hopped out of the tree doing a flip. Then I clumsily slipped on a stick and it snapped, causing me to land on my face, I slowly, quietly picked myself up and dashed towards the Train Station, but my face hurt so bad, I fell down and blacked out. On top of a cow patty.

"why do they always have to run?"
Lyndis rolled her eyes as she heard the faint, clumsy noises of the fleeing teen. she jumped out of the tree, rolling as she landed and springing up onto her feet, where she then took off after him, mostly now to sate her own curiosity.

"surely it's not my reputation that precedes me." she mused as she ran after him. her bare feet pitter-pattered softly through the fields towards the train station after him, her own skill at lightness on her feet keeping her toes from squishing a cow pie. even at night, Lyndis' deft movements kept her out of a lot of trouble, and that was frankly always a good thing.
"then again... has the reputation of the butcher's daughter caught up with me, or is it because the crazy half-deaf knife-wielding maniac is scary? heh... me. scary. that's a good one."

her face was often a bit more intimidating than it should have been because she often had an expression that looked like she was ready to kill someone. maybe that had been it?"
she paused for a moment after seeing the boy trip and faceplant (again) not too far off. she was unarmed... but she was still in her work clothes, which were covered in blood. well... seeing a bloodstained kid with a murderous look on her face might just do the trick. still... this wasn't The Hunger Games. she wasn't about to kill anyone, or even about to attack anyone. she was just curious to know what he had been doing in her neck of the woods.

"...you alright?" she nudged him with her toes, to see if he was conscious. she sounded entirely curious, and despite her seemingly hostile expression, that was just her normal look. she wasn't actually going to hurt him.

Risk nodded at the stranger. No way he could escape her now, oh well. ( ) He was hoping Indigo would come and rescue him from a possible stranger. Just enough to distract her so Risk could get away. If this girl told the Peacekeepers, he could be killed, Indigo wouldnt know what to do, and Mom would die.

Lyndis was silent for a second. "eh?" she muttered, but then also realized that he had not actually said anything.
"well good." she told him, "looked like a nasty fall. so what's your name?"
other than looking rather ominous in her bloodstained baggy clothes, Lyndis wasn't exactly a girl of great stature, and so she didn't exactly cut an imposing figure. she wasn't afraid. she'd been out on nights like this all the time and knew how to escape unnoticed.

Um, my Name is Risk he said shyly. He got up shook of the dirt on his old red sweater, he collected himself and turned around looking for Indigo in the distance. Nope, no Indigo. Well, um, I need to go. he said muttering.

"fair enough." she shrugged, "call me Lyndis... or Lyn. I don't care."
when he muttered, however, it fell on deaf ears. Lyndis hearing wasn't exactly keen, and she never liked to admit it.

"What was that?" she asked him, wondering why he was so fidgety and such.

Um.. I need to go Risk said hurriedly. He wiped the dirt off the back of his sweater and started walking. He thought he saw Indigo in the distance, but turned around to go back to the station.

This time Lyndis heard him, and so she simply nodded.
"Alright then," she called out, "take care now, y'hear?"

it wasn't like she had suddenly become overly concerned with his well-being, but even she, the cold-blooded killer (of cattle) that she was, didn't like to see unnecessary death. necessary death was an entirely different story that she would tell in her later years... it wasn't important right now.

[OOC--it's all good]

for a moment, Lyndis sat there brooding over what had just happened. then she realized that her curiosity got the best of her as it had many other times, and she quietly followed the boy. she wasn't trying to be sneaky, but she saw no reason for unnecessary noise. if she couldn't hear herself running, she knew she was doing a good job. didn't mean others wouldn't though, but she was still rather quiet.

she realized they were heading towards the train station. that didn't bother her. she just wanted to see what he was getting into and if there was anything to be gained from the situation. soon, a girl came into view under the dim light, and from behind the boy she had just met, Lyndis followed swiftly and silently.

Risk slyly put his hand over Indigo's mouth, preventing her from talking. He ran to the train station, running from the stranger and trying to drag Indigo behind him. He began to stumble and let go of Indigo, holding her hand and trying his hardest to pull her home. Risk thought he heard something, but kept running.

Lyndis decided not to let up just yet, and so she followed. it was all simply out of curiosity as opposed to any other ulterior motive.

they might hear her, but frankly, she wanted to know why they were out here in the first place, and perhaps what it was about her that was scary... okay, maybe not that, as Lyndis could see herself why people thought she was scary: a little scruffy-looking woman in baggy, bloodstained clothes swinging a huge butcher knife... okay, yeah, that might be a creepy thing to run into at night, especially given her expression. but... it wasn't like she was about to kill anyone, or even attack anyone, and so she saw nothing wrong with what she was doing.

Risk understood and tried to calm Indigo down. He let go of her, not feeling much pain from the bite, and pushed the brown hair out of his eyes. He then walked off towards the train station, predicting Indigo would follow and loudmouth him some more. Isn't that what life's about?