district four square

I run in glad i escaped training.

I see someone and wave.

ooc: sorry haven't made a signature yet, this is a boy

ooc: boy or girl

bic: " hi, you need to do something here?"

Occ: girl
"nope. Just to get away from myarents."

" me too, we are.... training for something."

" sorry, i don't like it either, i just ran from training."

" not like we will ever be chosen." hoping this is true.

" if I ever am chosen i wouldn't go, someone would volunteer."

" sure they would, plenty of other careers like us."

" i doubt it, someone wants the glory."

" thats why my mom and dad are angry i haven't volunteer yet."

" then you are being trained secretly."

" oh." i feel embarrassed now, i guess i told her i'm a career when she isn't. " so you aren't a career." glad now, its easier to talk to people if you won't have to kill her later.

" i uh, am trained to kill." sad that i will have to be either killed or kill at least one other person to survive.