Play me out alley cat [Evan]

[Frederick Holman]

Bouncing around the Upper Town, pan flute in hand, Freddy Holman carried out a mangical tune as he weaved through the many citizens closing up shop and walking shiftily to return to their homes. He skipped and trotted around the many people, some smiling, some rolling their eyes at the strange merchant boy. Not too many of the more wealthy citizens of the districts payed much mind to the merchants, especially the merchant children. However, this particular merchant boy was quite fascinated by the citizens. And on a good day he could usually weasel out a few coins as he played away, eyeing the candies in the shop windows.

Sadly, today was not that day. Freddy was only left to entertain himself. Following people, leaving a good distance between himself and them, adding a bit of a soundtrack to their lives as they went about their day. And once he was finally found out he would make sure to give himself plenty of room to high tail it out of there.

As people were starting to flood out of the streets, the music became slightly more depressed. He did not like these strange curfews, but he did not question them. At the merchant camps they did not have curfews, he only had to leave the city be at night by the orders of the big bad capitol.

Freddy had just managed to find one last citizen to score. But, it was short lived. As the older woman stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk, and Freddy's trill of his flute sounded at her tumble she quickly turned to shoot a rather nasty glance in his direction. Veering off into a tiny cranny between two shops, his music silenced to hide from the mean older woman who clearly did not enjoy the simple things in life.

Rolling his eyes in the direction of the woman, Freddy looked down at his flute to make sure that it had not suffered any damages from his fleeing. A smile teased on his lips as he assessed that it was fine. Slowly, he brought it up to his lips again but stopped as he caught a glimpse of hair behind a trash shoot. With all the sound of a pin drop, he snuck his way closer to have a look at what exactly was happening.

"Shouldn't you be heading home?" He asked in his unplaceable merchant accent, hands still holding onto his flute. He stood on his tip toes to see over the person in his way and to what they were so currently fixed on.

[Evangeline Dawson]

Evan didn't like what was going on in District 13, not one bit. She was highly suspicious, and had a right to be. Peacekeepers? It was perfectly fine here! Mayor Cox was an amazing woman, and she did her job well. Evan could tell this head peacekeeper fellow was bad news. She felt it in her bones. But until she got the chance to dig a little deeper, and get more people thinking the same way she was. She was stuck tracking minor things, and snooping about like always.

She didn't pay attention to the curfew. Why should she be forced to return to her home at a certain time? District 13 was her home, not just the house she lived in. And she was always going to try to find out the secrets it held. New ones cropped up everywhere. Minor ones, major ones. It didn't matter. Evan was the one who got into trouble trying to find them.

She was currently crouched down behind a trash chute, her lock pick set rolled out on the ground in front of her. One of the small metal tools currently being jimmied around in a lock on a small door. She was as quiet as she could be, the only sounds were the clinking of her tools when she had to switch them out. Well, those would have been the only sounds had the one she was holding not fallen to the ground with a clatter.

"Shit!" Evan pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart beat a little too quickly for a second. Evan squinted at the boy in the growing darkness. "Shouldn't you be heading to a tent for the night or something?" Evan picked her pick back up and began messing with the lock again. She heard a soft click, and grinned. "Sweet." Evan rolled her kit back up, zipping up the small pouch, and shoving it into her pocket. She opened the small door, and peered inside. It seemed to lead somewhere, instead of being used for storage like she had originally thought.

Evan turned back to the boy, taking in his appearance. He definitely looked like a traveler. "Well, are you just going to stand there? Or do you actually want the Capitol goons to find you?" Evan stuck her legs into the opening and found it dropped off. She had a jump to make, well that could be fun....

[Frederick Holman]

The young merchant boy only rose his eyebrow at the sound of the cursing. Many of the members of his clan cursed quite often, it did not bother him. However, he had noticed that many of the District citizens apparently tried to teach their children not to curse. Especially the young ladies. Yet another thing about the district he will never understand.

“For your information, I don’t sleep in a tent.” He commented with no sign of roughness or harshness. Raising the bottom of his shirt slightly, the young boy polished his pan flute while studying the strange girl. And he did not live in a tent. Some merchant families did, however but he slept in a wagon, thank you very much. Many of the citizens of the districts did not know too much about the merchant ways. They lived outside of the town in their own clans and led almost separate lives other than their bartering with the lower towns. Most people in the Upper Towns of the many districts have never even seen the merchant camps.

At the sound of her rather cheerful voice in the dark side street, Freddy raised his eyebrow. What could make someone that happy in a trash shoot? Standing on his toes once again he tried to see what she was so excited about. He only saw a doorway, no buried treasure here. “The Capitol?” Freddy sounded, looking around, completely unaware of what she was talking about. Freddy had never actually been to The Capitol, but this was defiantly not it. “What are you talking about?”

[Evangeline Dawson]

"Well, you sleep in something I'm sure..." Evan mumbled back at him, patting the ground around her for a rock or something. Finding one, she picked it up and tossed it into the black space her feet were already dangling into. She didn't even get to one, so the drop was less than ten feet. She could jump that, roll onto her knees and be perfectly fine. She just needed to be sure everything hooked onto her belt was secure before hopping down. Otherwise, her things would go everywhere, and she would have trouble finding them. Not to mention waste time trying to find everything...

"Either you're un-informed. Or you're one of them." Evan eyed the boy again, chewing on her lip. The sky was growing darker, and she was wasting time. Pretty soon it would be past curfew, and she really would be in for a wild night. Not that she hadn't planned to spend the night snooping around. But still, sitting here talking was pointless. A noise sounded in the distance, and Evan became very wary of her surroundings. "You don't look like one of them though. So I'm guessing you're just un-informed. Either way, you might want to save your hide and jump!" A wild grin appeared on her face, and she pushed herself into the dark. Falling only for a second, before rolling into a crouch on the ground. Wherever she was, it was dusty...

[Frederick Holman]

Tucking his flute into the front of his inside jacket pocket Freddy commented, "Yeah, I sleep in a wagon. Like most of the merchants." She shuffled around in his mixmatched clothing, it had been warm during the day but he was glad for the coat now...with the sun setting the slight breeze in the small alley was rather chilling.

"You goin' through people's trash?" He asked, in his off Merchant accent that he shared with the rest of his clan. He was quite curious as to what this strange girl was up to. She was acting so different from the rest of the citizens, which which made Freddy suddenly interested. "And one of who, exactly." Unless she had been talking about the Merchants, which he would have been offended by, Freddy did not understand what this girl had been talking about. He was obviously a merchant boy. He had been shooed off of enough shop fronts to be sure of that.

The young sixteen year old's eyes widened as the older girl disappeared into the doorway. He quickly shot glances around the alley way, wondering if anyone else had saw her, but no one else was even around. "You're just going on and jumping into people's trash shoots?" He called down at her, laughing. However, Freddy did not want to get left behind. The young boy might not have understood what this girl was up to, but he was sure interested in finding out.

Following her lead, he hopped into the dark pit following after the girl landing on all fours like a monkey jumping from down from a tree. Picking himself up, and dusting himself off he made sure that his flute was still with him... It was. And he was fine.

[Evangeline Dawson]

Evan stood up, not bothering to brush herself off. She was already spotted with soot from the mines. A little dust wasn't going to make much of a difference. She blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust to the extremely low light and looked up. The small door she had jumped through was just a small square of light, about five feet from the floor. Low enough that she was eye level with it and would be able to pull herself back out. Glancing around all she could see were the looming shadows of unknown items.

Evan patted he waist, around the belt she wore, for her headlight she used at work. She pulled it free and cut it on, not sure exactly where she was pointing it until the bright light shone directly into her eyes. She swore under her breath and quickly turned it around. Blinking spots from her eyes she studied the room. Old boxes were decaying on the floor. Everything covered in a thick layer of dust. The dust they had kicked up floated in the beam from her light.

"I don't think it's a trash chute." Evan replied in a hushed voice, rather sarcasticaly. " I think it's a storage room or basement." She panned her light over the rather large room and it landed on an old desk and chair. Dusty papers scattered over the top. "Maybe even an old meeting place...." evan walked over to the desk and blew the dust off of a few of the papers. They were all blank.

"But why would someone just leave it here? We're on the upper side...they don't just leave things..." evan was thinking out loud to herself, partially aware the boy was still down there with her. She pointed her light up at the ceiling, meeting wooden rafters and thick cobwebs. "Ew..." she wrinkled her nose and continued her inspections of her latest discovery.

[Frederick Holman]

"Oh, so you're alright with sneaking around people's bascements, you are?" He asked, chuckling again to himself as he sheilded his eyes from the unnatural light that the girl shined around the room. "Ive never known of a District citizen to be breaking and entereing people's homes."

He was telling the truth. He had never heard of citizens to do such a thing, it was odd to him. Most of the citizens seemed so normal and schedualed but this was definantly not normal or schedualed.

He peered after her to see exactly what she was looking at, not finding it at all interesting. "Maybe someone left it here because it's their basement, ay? Every think of that District girl?" He tried to hold in his laughter as he watched her peel away from the cobwebs. Freddy had never had a problem with bugs, he actually quite liked them. He enjoyed knowing the many different insects and animals that creeped around the different parts of Panem. And the spiders here were nothing compared to some that the young boy had seen.

[Evangeline Dawson]

"Locked doors hide the best secrets." she muttered, studying the blank papers again. This place had most certainly been abandoned. "Don't you pay attention? Look at the dust. No one's been here in months, maybe over a year. It's not breaking and entering if no one wants it..." She flashed her light onto the boy so she could see him.

" I'm not your normal District citizen." Evan smirked , and went back to investigating. Shining her light upwards again, she found a bare bulb. So there were lights. She wasn't keen on turning them on. The glow from it would most likely shine right through the small door, and make it way too easy to be caught out after curfew.

Evan had never been caught out past sundown, and she wasn't about to start. Nightfall had always been her cover, and being told she had to be in her home at a certain time, it didn't bode well with the young woman. Evan would continue staying out late, searching for new things. Especially now that, that Avenbrook man had showed his ugly face. Peacekeepers, they just sounded like bad news. District 13 was perfectly peaceful as far as Evan was concerned. And she also didn't like being called 'District girl'. At least she had a home to return to when she was done being nosey. Sleeping in a wagon, just the sound of it didn't suit her fancy.

"My name's Evan." she said thickly, and returned her attention to the blank papers on top of the desk. Something about the fact that there was no writing or print on them, bothered her.