trees are for climbing || Marshal

[saphira icess ballato]

Almost everywhere that Saphira went, it seemed to be crowded with kids, trying to enjoy the winter and that they had just finished their last class of the day. Saphira was trying to do just that also, be glad that the school day was done with and that it was now the weekend. She just didn’t like that it was hard to find a place to be that wasn’t crawling with other teens. Making her way through the crowd, she lost count of how many time she said ‘excuse me’ or ‘I’m sorry’ for accidentally bumping into someone. She needed to get away from these people for a while, otherwise her mask might fall. She hadn’t seen someone pleading for life in too long, and she really didn’t like that. Just walking through and hearing bits and pieces of some conversations going on, she thought that just about all of them could use a good douse of being in the games. They might reconsider complaining about every little thing then and just be glad to be alive.

She knew exactly where she was going as she walked through all of the different crowds, one of the few places that she knew wouldn’t be full of people and she felt safe in; the forest. Her last class though was one of the farthest away from the forest, which Saphira was not very pleased with. People seemed to not notice her as she walked pass them, not even when she actually spoke and said ‘excuse me’ or asked them to move so she could get past. She really was use to this by now, but she was starting to get fed up with it right now. She was just about to give up and just go back to her dorm and let her pet monkey Jasper boss her around by making her play with her, when she saw the forest nearly ten feet in front of her.

A small smile curled onto her face, as she quickened her pace, brushing past anyone near her (which wasn’t that many anymore) and going straight into the forest. She preferred rainforests, but this was as close as she could get, so she would take it. just as she had suspected, the forest was deserted, except for the animals that resided there, from what she could tell anyway. Saphira continued walking, occasionally looking up at the trees. She loved how tall they were, they seemed to block out all light and just go on forever, she loved that about them. she also liked that they didn’t talk and complain about how their boyfriend broke up with them or that they broke a nail or that this person was cheating on that person.

At the base of one of the many trees, Saphira’s walking halted. This tree was a bit shorter than the rest, and it’s branches were actually low enough to climb. Not many trees in this forest had that low of branches. Saphira took this chance to get onto the tree’s lowest branch, which was only about five feet off the ground, which wasn’t much to her. She quickly made her way to the next branch a few feet up and from that one to the one about five feet above it. It was then that she decided to stop; she was already at least thirteen feet above the ground. Saphira sat herself down, holding onto the branch, and looked down at the ground. If anyone came along, she would be able to see it, but she wasn’t sure if anyone would.

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[marshal alex wolfe]

Marshal slipped into the black trenchcoat that he usually wore during the winter months, not because it was cold because he could walk around naked and not feel a thing. He wore the coat because he liked it and that was the end of the story, nobody would question his taste in clothing and he did not dress for trends. He walked through the crowds with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his black eyes stared straight ahead and he walked in a straight line. Unike others he did not move for other people an he did not ask other to move for him, he walked. If they were in his way then he would run into them, that was the end of that story and to be honest, he ran into a lot of people. Eventually everyone learned, and if they were newbies? Someone told them how the pecking order went before they caught themselves in too much trouble. Was Marshal evil? Possibly, and it was vry probable. But he would like to ee anyone tell that to his face.

"Oh! Did you hear about Marsha-" Suddenly the voice cut off as the speaker saw that Marshal himself had stopped before him. His eyebrows were raised and he simpl inclinedhis head as if the person should continue. His right hand was clenched into a fist yet his face remained blank, emotionless and impassive. Before he had a chance to speak the boy had run away. Funny, he always seemed to get that response from people. With a snort of amusement he continued his parade through the crowd. Suddenly his eyes caught sight of a familiar form making her way ouot of the crowd, retreating towards the forest. Making a bee-line he pursued Saphira into the forest, she was one person he could stand for more than a few sentences of conversation.

Marshal's walk became more of a prowl as he stalked Saphira into the forest, she had a bit of a head start and he wasat loathe to cheat in finding her. It was almost like his own game, using the mundane senses, although he could not help his hearing or sense of smell. It was something that could not be helped. Even if he wanted to. Finally he caught her scent and he crouched underneath the tree she had climbed. Without looking up he sat down, his head relaxed against the trunk and he had a small crooked smirk playing upon his lips. "Marco. He called lazily, his voice was loud enough that she could hear him. But knowing Saphira, she already knew he was there.

[saphira icess ballato]

Being in the tree made it easier to see if anyone was coming, that was for sure. She could see people coming that couldn’t see her, which she liked. She liked watching people, she could figure out different possible ways of death and make fun of them all she wanted when she was just watching them. If she was actually around them, she had to be nice, she had to act like she cared. Well, she might not have to, but she felt like she did. Scanning the ground below, she first saw just a figure in all black, but as the figure came closer a small smirk curled onto her face. Marshal. She should of figured that out by the black trenchcoat before.

She watched as he got closer and finally sat down beneath the tree she was in. Before he spoke, she had a feeling that he knew she was there, otherwise she doubted that he would have sat beneath this tree. The chances of that just weren’t very high, and she didn’t think that he would do something without a reason behind it. Hearing him speak just verified her thoughts. She doubted that he would talk to himself, he knew where she was, and she knew where he was. ”Polo” she said, just loud enough for him to hear.

Almost directly after she spoke, she jumped out of the tree, landing gracefully on her feet. She really did love the monkey in her sometimes, especially when it helped her land. She was only a few feet away from him now. Saphira took a few steps closer to him, taking a seat next to him. ”What brings you into the woods today?” she asked, the smirk reappearing on her face. She doubted he came here just for fun.

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[marshal alex wolfe]

So perhaps they had got the game mixed around, generally the one who said 'marco' was the one who was supposed to see the one saying 'polo'. In the sense of Saphira and Marshal it didn't really matter as they both knew where each other was. So really, what was the point in playing the game by the rules? They never played any other game by the rules, each seemed to add their own personal flavour to the games. Most of the other members of the Squad seemed to put on a mask when they hunted through the student body, Marshal was almost the only one who did not change, regardless of what company he took. But it was amusing to him, to see how the other students easily believed that the Squad members were 'one of them' and that they should deserve protecting too. It always made him laugh, especially with Saphira. She was the biggest fooler of them all, a gift? Perhaps, but Marshal knew how easily she could snap.

Lazily he watched her as she landed on the ground before him, it was the monkey in her that allowed her such 'acrobatic ability' most others would have broken their legs had they attempted such a jump. At her question the smirk upon his lips became more pronounced and he looked at her, his face held not an ounce of shame on it as he answered her question. "I followed you." He said smply, his voice was still blank though not as icy as it often was with other people. Saphira knew of his obsession with stalking people, but Saphira ws not 'innocent' and thus she would neve be on the recieving end of this obsession. Which was good, most of those often ended up dead, or in the games.

Marshal lifted his eyes as they scanned the tree she had been previously inhabiting before they fell back to her. "But i think you know that." He commented dryly, sarcasm tainted his words, she would have seen him coming and normally he did not do things if there was not a valued reason behind the actual doing. "Why are you here?" Though the question was blunt, he knew she wouldn't take offense to it, she rarely did to those types of things. Possibly why they were such good ... friends? Perhaps.

[saphira icess ballato]

So he had followed her. She had had a suspicion that he had done that. As long as he didn’t start stalking her she didn’t care. Most of the people he stalked ended up dead. Saphira was just glad that she didn’t meet the criteria for his stalking obsession. She liked watching people die, she enjoyed that, but she wasn’t very keen on the idea of the roles being switched, she would stay the watcher and not become the victim. That she was sure of. ”Guess I did.” she shrugged, she might have know that he had been following her for certain, but she had suspected it at least.

Saphira knew perfectly well that he never did anything without a reason behind it, which was how she had guessed that he was following her when she saw him in the for forest, but then it still left why he was following her in the first place. She didn’t understand everything about him, but she knew more than most people. ”Why did you follow me?” she asked, curiosity ringing in her voice. She didn’t think that he wouldn’t have a reason, but she could never be too certain with him. You never knew for certain with him, she had learned that one pretty quick.

”People are annoying. Needed to get away from most of them before I lost it.” she responded, she knew how easily she could just snap, and she had had to get away from them before she did so. Saphira couldn’t really afford to just lose it, she liked the image that she portrayed to everyone, the nice little sweet and innocent girl who could never hurt a fly. But sometimes, just thinking about what she really wanted to do to people when she talked to them wasn’t enough. They just got too annoying over time. Her mind wandered off to what she had been imagining earlier in some of her classes, different ways of disposing of some of her classmates, cutting off their limbs and watching them bleed to death, or breaking one bone at a time until they are all broken, or dipping them into acid extremely slowly, or…okay, she was getting completely off track now. Chuckling softly to herself, she pushed the thoughts out of her head, she could think about that more later.

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[marshal alex wolfe]

His little stalking addiction had only arisen when he was still living with his parents and Caspar in Tenessee. He still remembered the girl, her sweet smile, her soft skin, her brown hair and her bright blue eyes. She screamed innocense, she screamed of something so untouchable that he had to have her. It was where the addiction started, it so happened that all his victims seemed to have at least one of that girl's qualities although he had never found one other girl that was as perfect as she had been. Sometimes he thought he saw her from a distance, he became excited that perhaps she had come to give him the sense of pleasure, when her blood washed over his hands. However, when he got close enough to see her properly - it was never her, and that infuriated him to no ends.

With her question he gave a chuckle at the curiosity in her voice. She was always so curious as to the reasons behind what he did, often he would keep her guessing - merely giving clues here and there yet never revealing the true reason. Other times he would tell her up front and the rest of the time he would never tell her, merely give her a secretive look or change the subject altogether. If Marshal did not want to tell you something then you could be damned sure that you would never find out. "I felt like a ... chat." There was suggestion behind his words, as there was in almost everything he said however there was also amusement, as if he was holding back laughter at something that was an inside joke to only him.

The next comment she made, made him chuckle ever so slightly. Marshal was definatly not one who would be called a 'people person' and so finding the flaws in those around him was something he did as easily as tracking down humans for meals. Saphira on the other hand, she socialized well with people even if she hated them. She was like a well trained actress with only one flaw - she snapped too easily. It amused him sometimes to think her thoughts to himself, to watch her and imagine what it was she was thinking when she talked to other people. Often, he was sure he got it right but other times he could never quite imagine what might be going on behind that pretty little face of hers. "Darling, you should just be like me. People don't even bother to annoy me." Again, the amusement was evident in his tone as he watched her, the crooked smirk playing upon his lips.

"I wonder why that is." He said with a sarcastic tone hanging in his voice. Ending this silence with a small chuckle he looked at her, his eyebrows raised at her. "How are you Saphira?" He rolled her name off his tongue as he often did with people. Although when he said her name it was more caressing and less menacing than normal.

[saphira icess ballato]

Marshal was always a…mystery. One that Saphira would love to figure out, but only got little clues every now and then. But she liked the mysteriousness, even if it did annoy her to no end sometimes, but if he didn’t want to tell her something, then she knew there was no way to get it out of him, and she wasn’t going to try anymore. If she knew that she was going to get nowhere with him on something, then she just stopped, she didn’t like to push things…that often. “You felt like a chat? Since when do you ever just want to chat?” she questioned, amusement seeping into her voice. She couldn’t remember the last time that he just wanted to talk, normally he wasn’t one to just talk, but occasionally he did surprise her.

Saphira let out a small chuckle as his words, she had thought of trying to do what he did before, but that thought had only lasted a few seconds. One of the few things she was afraid of, was her mother, and her mother would easily find out about what he daughter was doing if she started that, and she would come to the school and probably kill Saphira herself. Saphira was still surprised that her mother liked her being on the squad, but she had also told Saphira that she had to be polite about it. Polite about killing people…well, there was no way her mother would find out about that one. “Be like you? As wonderful as that idea sounds, I like being myself. Making people believe their delusions of me is fun. Especially when they see me in the games and wonder how a good little girl like me would want them to die.” she smirked, amusement running high in her voice.

How was she? She hadn’t really thought about how she was, normal mainly, nothing had really happened. Just had a run in with some drunks who got her drunk and tried to take advantage of her, but he didn’t need to know about that right now, did he? Of course not. He had his secrets, she had hers. “Fine. Just been very bored lately.” she shrugged. Well, it was true, just left out important details. ”How have you been?” she asked, well, it was only nice to ask it in return.

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