Call Me Dandy

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?

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"True." She shrugged, "Well good thing I'm not dead." Dandy mused, "Well if that's all I suppose I'll be on my way."9

That’s really creative and ingenious 

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"Its worse in town…nothing but skeletons…" This poor bastard must have been just far enough away to die, but not be burned… Damn the Capitol. He hoped they were ready for him…because when 13 came for them, he was going to burn them to the ground.

Dandy didn’t want to hear that, she just took out the old picture and looked at it as she walked. She needed to feel reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Dandy kept her steps quick and quiet, for some reason, as if she were still on the run from somebody. 

Deejay followed behind her, steps a bit heavier because of the sheer weight of his armor and the carbine. "Sure is quiet now…blast must have scared off all the birds…" Mockingjays included…he wondered where they went.

"Yeah, guess so." she shrugged, "Use to be tons of em', if you'd sit by the fence, you'd hear them." Dandy smiled some at the thought, as she tucked away the picture once more. "We're gonna hit em' back right?" she asked, slightly turning her head.

"Its worse in town…nothing but skeletons…" This poor bastard must have been just far enough away to die, but not be burned… Damn the Capitol. He hoped they were ready for him…because when 13 came for them, he was going to burn them to the ground.

Dandy didn't want to hear that, she just took out the old picture and looked at it as she walked. She needed to feel reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Dandy kept her steps quick and quiet, for some reason, as if she were still on the run from somebody. 

Oh…she meant “wait THERE…” "Be a bit more precice next time!" He said, slowing and waiting, carbine raised as he checked his sectors. What the hell was she doing…what the heck, where had that house come from? No, wait, where had it GONE…the damn thing was falling apart…the blast from the bombs must have reached just this far.

She didn’t reply because quite frankly she didn’t care, she had better things to do. The house was her old one, before everything had gone to shit. Dandy made her way through the house, looking for one specific item, a picture. It was of her family. Finally after ducking through crisped wood, and moving out of the way from rubble she found the picture, only slightly damaged. Dandy quickly tucked it away into her pocket, and left the house, before things got emotional.

Whatever she had to grab it must not have been very big. Personal item probably. "All set?" He asked, turning and promptly crushing something that was undeniably human bone under his boot. SHIT…that kept happening…too many goddamn corpses all over this place…

"Yeah." she shrugged, beginning to walk when she heard a crack. "Good God man!" Dandy exclaimed, turning around to see a corpse being squished. After seeing it though, she had to just keep walking, she couldn't stand the sight of death.

"Well, depends on what you’re doing out here. If you’re just wandering, then no. If you’re looking for the rest of 12, they’re in 13. I can lead you."

"Fine, take me there." she replied, looking around at all the surrounding rubble. "Wait." Dandy said, before walking off in a completely different direction.

Lacking anything else to do, Deejay followed her. He had a feeling this wasn’t her randomly wandering off…maybe she had something useful to show? He unclipped the carbine from his back and set off after her.

"You’re not too good at listening are you?" Dandy yelled back, looking around for her old house. Well where it would be, and soon after running around for a few minutes she did. It was half standing now, and half collapsed, but she didn’t quite care about the hazard as she just walked straight into it. 

Oh…she meant “wait THERE…” "Be a bit more precice next time!" He said, slowing and waiting, carbine raised as he checked his sectors. What the hell was she doing…what the heck, where had that house come from? No, wait, where had it GONE…the damn thing was falling apart…the blast from the bombs must have reached just this far.

She didn't reply because quite frankly she didn't care, she had better things to do. The house was her old one, before everything had gone to shit. Dandy made her way through the house, looking for one specific item, a picture. It was of her family. Finally after ducking through crisped wood, and moving out of the way from rubble she found the picture, only slightly damaged. Dandy quickly tucked it away into her pocket, and left the house, before things got emotional.

"Well, depends on what you’re doing out here. If you’re just wandering, then no. If you’re looking for the rest of 12, they’re in 13. I can lead you."

"Fine, take me there." she replied, looking around at all the surrounding rubble. "Wait." Dandy said, before walking off in a completely different direction.

Lacking anything else to do, Deejay followed her. He had a feeling this wasn’t her randomly wandering off…maybe she had something useful to show? He unclipped the carbine from his back and set off after her.

"You're not too good at listening are you?" Dandy yelled back, looking around for her old house. Well where it would be, and soon after running around for a few minutes she did. It was half standing now, and half collapsed, but she didn't quite care about the hazard as she just walked straight into it. 

"Well, depends on what you’re doing out here. If you’re just wandering, then no. If you’re looking for the rest of 12, they’re in 13. I can lead you."

"Fine, take me there." she replied, looking around at all the surrounding rubble. "Wait." Dandy said, before walking off in a completely different direction.

"Not since the firebombing, no…wait. I think I recognize you." He’d seen this girl around somewhere before…yes…yes, now he remembered. "You were the girl those Peacekeepers were going after. The ones Jorge beat to a pulp with that sapling…" God bless whoever invented power lift armor..and whoever thought impact foam would save a Peacekeeper.

"Yep, it’s me, President Snow." she chuckled some. Dandy knew she was recognizable, she had posters everywhere, wanted posters. "He didn’t beat me to a pulp, whoever said that clearly got the story wrong, I beat him to a pulp!" she yelled, becoming angry over something so simple.

"No story…I was there. I shot the guy who was standing over you with an ARC-720." He indicated the railgun carbine resting on his shoulder. "Jorge, the big guy with the power armor, he did the beating up. You probably weren’t there to see it though. You high-tailed it. Smart move by the way."

"Whatever." Dandy huffed. "Listen, I'm not here for your war stories, am I needed or what?' she asked, her temper not being well controlled, ever.