Who knows maybe today will be just another day... {Jonathon..closed.}

Jonathon’s feet hit the ground hard; he was off for his jog. A task he always did at least once a day, it was his way of keeping fit, one of the things that he prized above everything else. His breathing was quite heavy, though not a bellowing gasp, and his eyes darted from left to right in order to see if there was any sign of trouble, as there always was in District 2, always some fight going on, and Jonathon had to admit, they were rather amusing until the Peacekeepers came and broke them up, though he didn’t really care.

It was early, yes, but the cold didn’t bother Jonathon, after all District 2 wasn’t all to cold anyway, his hands rubbed together as he continued on his journey, his head turning around here and there, looking deeper into his home, the place he had grown up in, the place he would hopefully die in, unless his name was read out for the Hunger Games. Not that the thought of that scared him in any way, if that was his path he would take it, no matter what, he wasn’t too afraid of death, and his life would hopefully go on much longer. Jonathon’s breathing was now quick and it whisped into the morning air his arms swinging quickly at his sides and his feet hit the ground consecutively. The sun was just about beginning to rise and Jonathon took in its beauty for a few seconds before moving onwards.

Jonathon remembered the day his mother had died, of course he wasn’t actually there, but he could remember walking in and seeing her look at him and then pass away, he was thirteen then, and he had cried, since then he had learnt to not waste tears, and only use them when they were completely necessary. Jonathon had taken out his anger by attacking the wall, some of the marks were still there, and Jonathon always hit the wall out of anger, though for once he hadn’t done so for about a week. Jonathon’s hands had several marks upon them from the years of anger he had to let out, in some cases his temper tantrums were sometimes lethal to those near him, he had on the odd occasion hit people near him in his tantrums, though his father was usually on hand to stop him, he had that little thing which meant that Jonathon could be restrained and calmed down.

Jonathon turned the corner to find a girl in a dress.... This confused him a lot, was she for real? Well she obviously was, but a dress in District 2? She was sat next to a fence, a fence that Jonathon had ran past several times, so before Jonathon made his ove towards her, he wiped away his sweat and walked over, “So a dress in District 2 ey? You’re a brave one I’ll give you that.”

Jonathon eyed the girl intently, she seemed to be one of those, graceful types, not that Jonathon had anything against that, but he didn’t make any indication of distaste to her actions. “No, I don’t think anyone in District 2 wears a dress, it doesn’t usually go with the vibe.” He said with a slight raise of his eyebrow in reply. Then the girl introduced herself, "My name is Felicity Mattheus. I've never meet you before." Jonathon crinkled his face to one side slightly, before replying, “Uhm well then I’m Jonathon, Jonathon Moyers. And no I have definitely not met you before...”

Jonathon didn’t immediately take the girls hand; you had to be wary of your surroundings before making movements in District 2, even though it was better off than almost every other District in Pannem. After a while he shook her hand firmly, his aura of roughness slightly shown in his actions. He was taller than felicity, it was by about four inches, and she was rather tall for a girl, which Jonathon didn’t fail to notice. His arms shuffled at his sides, he could tell that she wasn’t a full on District 2 citizen, though he wasn’t in a rude mood to ask where she had come from originally. Jonathon’s heart rate had decreased now, and he had regained a large amount of his breathe back, his eyes darted around as they always did, looking for any sign of trouble, a common event these days.

He then decided to break the iceberg, “So then Felicity, your second name doesn’t spark any memories of mine, and your right we haven’t met before, so what’s happened in your past then? Mattheus is a second name I haven’t heard of before?” His eyebrows were raised once more. Slowly his mouth formed into a smile and he said, “Ah well, it doesn’t really matter that much. You seem to fit in anyway, and before you ask how I “know” the answer is you just don’t look like a District 2 person.” Jonathon’s hands placed themselves on his hip, and his leg slanted slightly, though he didn’t drop to the same height as Felicity.

Jonathon listened to Felicity again; she said that she didn’t really know where she came from, so Jonathon didn’t see the need to question her. After all he couldn’t think of any Questions to ask in the first place, his eyes narrowed in slightly at her Question, "But yeah the dress was just a random thing for a comfortable day. So how about you? What side of the district do you live on?” Jonathon didn’t answer immediately, he had to think for a while on how to come across, he didn’t think that this girl was of any danger to him, and his mouth then began to form the reply, “I live to the east of the District, just up the path that leads into the main Square.” He didn’t tell Felicity the actually location of his house, he didn’t want to give that much away.

He knew almost all of District 2, he had lived there all his life, and it was his homeland, he didn’t love it, nor did he hate it. He now moved back to his full height, and looked into the distance watching the people of District 2 going by, doing the things that they did every day; life was so boring when nothing was happening in the world, only when the Hunger Games happened did any fun occur, Jonathon knew that they were happening as he spoke, but he didn’t bother to watch them, it was the screaming of other Districts citizens when they went up which amused him more than anything, though he always seemed to have a stabbing feeling of sympathy towards them. Jonathon knew he wasn’t all hardcore; he still had emotions, even if they didn’t fluctuate around him as much as they did in other people.

A thought then occurred in Jonathon’s mind, “Wait, if you say you don’t belong here, you’ve made quite a convincing move in; I mean it took me a while to realise. So well done on your part I suppose.” Jonathon let out a small sigh, and the wind picked up a bit, causing Jonathon to rethink his option of clothing, he was wearing shorts, and he could tell the weather was going to change for the worst as it always seemed to do whenever he wanted to do something for his own amusement, but the weather was one of the rare things that Jonathon couldn’t control, and that fact made him angry in a way, but not physically more in a mental essence.

“Where you thinking of going anywhere today, because I would rather go inside, weathers picking up.” He said, making a small nod in the direction of the wind, hoping that Felicity would understand.

“You’ve been in District 2 since you where eight? I probably wouldn’t have fit in if I had arrived at the same time as you.” He spoke with a slight shrug, and then he waited to see what Felicity had to say, when she began to talk about picking her brother up from the lower District. “Well I am headed that way to anyway, and yeah reading wouldn’t be the best idea to have at the moment.” Jonathon didn’t have any brothers or sisters, he didn’t really want any, apart from maybe a younger brother, but his mother had died before they had the chance to have any more kids, luckily she wasn’t pregnant when she died, because that would have ruined Jonathon’s emotional state massively.

“So do you want to go for a walk since we’re both headed in generally the same direction?” Jonathon was actually headed to the lower part of the district, he had made his journey’s path several times, and he knew it like the back of his hand, but he knew that there was no point in him running there if the girl was headed in the same direction as him, she would probably not be able to catch up, even if she wasn’t wearing a dress, Jonathon found her choice of clothing very odd, looking around slightly it came as no surprise to Jonathon that no woman was wearing address, but Jonathon didn’t make a huge deal to Felicity, he was a ‘hard’ person, but he wasn’t nasty if there was no point, and this girl hadn’t said anything offensive, and Jonathon wasn’t sure if it was because he was intimidating or that she really was just a nice person, the main reason Jonathon doubted was because there was rarely anyone in District 2 who could be defined as nice.

“So which school do you go to?” It was a simple question, yes, but Jonathon was interested, and if they went to the same school then it would give Jonathon even more suspicion as to why he had never seen her before, he knew that he was older by about two years, though it still wouldn’t explain why he had never seen this girl before in his life, the thought was actually rather odd for Jonathon.

“I know there’s only two schools, it’s just that you go to the other school, I go to the one on the western side of the District, though of course I’ve nearly finished.” He said with a subjective tone. His feet moved, aching slightly after he had stopped running, and his mouth tensed at the weak pain that tried to inflict damage but failed miserably. He withstood the pain and his body moved forward, and slowly he regained his walking stature, long strides which he hoped that Felicity could keep up with. He had always been a good runner and quick at walking, not that it was that important unless you wanted to get away from people, which Jonathon found happening to him almost every day.

Jonathon decided that his questioning was over, and he was rather surprised that a relatively low amount of questions had come from Felicity. Maybe it was just Jonathon’s natural inquisitiveness, but he probably would never know. His arms swung by his sides as he walked, adding even more speed, his shirt offered little protection against the early morning breeze, but he was warm enough for now, his main worry at the moment was if it rained, rain was one of things that Jonathon hated, not the thing he hated most, but it was definitely up there. His hair was a treasure, not a thing for natures wet hands to tough, and rain was nature’s way of messing it up, supplies were low as it was he couldn’t go wasting what little styling things he had, so in a natural burst he moved underneath the covered walk way of the buildings, it offered a huge amount of protection from the top, but it didn’t lose as much from the side, but this fact didn’t bother Jonathon that much, then the rain arrived.

At first it was just a trickle as any other normal storm started off, then slowly but steadily it began to grow in velocity, after about a minute it was rain that was heavy enough for Jonathon to call it ‘bad’. This was definitely a freak storm, and normally Jonathon didn’t mind rain all that much, but today wasn’t just any normal day. His legs began to freeze, and his body started to shiver slightly, he needed to get inside, but he didn’t want to take Felicity to somewhere she was uncomfortable. “God it’s freezing, hate freak weather. I reckon we should go inside.” He said with a slight tone of tactic and chattering to his words, now he began to joj gentle on the spot, one foot after another just to keep warm, his arms still stayed to his sides, but he was tempted to move them around his body, but that would be one of the most embarrassing statures he could make, and he wasn’t quite cold enough to do it just yet.

Jonathon started to day dream, the rain made his brain imagine things, a wild cat prowled along the wet ground grass rustling behind it, in the distance a Caribou deer stood still unaware of the presence of the beast encircling it with its black slit like eyes, this was a dream that Jonathon had on a regular bases, he had no idea why. The dream formed back into the deer’s point of view, his jaw moving around the grass, swallowing in deep procrastinated gulps. Its ears pricked up ready for the slightest noise to scarper off into the bushes. The rain fell slowly as Jonathon saw an overhead view, the cat shuffled forward, his father’s voice then popped into his head, “The cat finds it’s perfect place, hidden unheard, it is ready, and so must you be.” Jonathon woke from the day dream to hear the end of Felicity’s sentence, “Where do you suggest we go?”

Jonathon stuttered slightly, his senses slowly returning to him, why had he just flashed? What was the point in it, he couldn’t answer any of these questions, he tried to shrug them off, but his brain couldn’t cope with the task, his head ached, his eyes dilated and quickly moved back to their normal state. “Uhm...yeah... erm how about we go to the Taverna? It’s usually quite empty. It’s a pub type thing, but barely anyone goes in there.” He said with a raise of his brow, and quickly he added, ”Oh and it’s quite nearby, but you’ll have to walk over the dirty path for a bit, which is a bit of a downer...” Jonathon didn’t really know what Fell was going to reply with, and in reality that was the second thing on his mind, he was still trying to process why he had day dreamed, it was probably just coincidental but still it scared Jonathon, and it took ALOT to get him scared.

Jonathon thought back to the dream, there was a cat, and a deer, maybe it was just simply representing how to hunt an animal, maybe it was telling him to make the cat his patron...no, that was a rather pathetic idea, Jonathon wasn’t going to become more like an animal, it wasn’t one of his things that he prised on his agenda. Eventually he succeeded in shoving away the thought Jonathon kicked the ground, “Odd..." he managed to whisper under his breath, in the hope that felicity didn’t hear him, his eyes moved to focus on her, he still managed to crack a smile when he saw the dress, why...he had no idea. He spread his hands out and said, “So then miss Mattheus what will it be?”

((My Muse is slowly returning. xD))