District 5, The Farming District<br/><br/>A stone figure stood motionless in a clearing, its form that of a ninteen year old boy. Several armed men ran up to it and a large man holding an even larger hammer.<br/><br/>One of the soldiers adressed his supperior. "General, we have a confirmation on the appearance of the boy, but we're just working on assumption from eyewitness sketches. are you sure we are permitted to-"<br/><br/>"Are you doubting our orders, Lieutenant?"<br/><br/>"No, but he's so young and defensless-"<br/><br/>"Excuse me..."<br/><br/>"Not now kid, we're busy discussing that rocks demolition."<br/><br/>"What rock?"<br/><br/>several heads turned to see the large hammer broken into pieces, a boy of around 19 standing on the unconscious back of the large man. "Sorry to entomb myself and leave... oh wait, no I'm not!" the kid in the gi laughed as a mass of earth entombed him and dissappeared underground.<br/><br/>"Happy Birthday Goyle!" he thought as he moved the earth around himself headed towards his uncle's old run down home.<br/>______________________________________<br/><br/>District 2, Blacksmith/Armory District<br/><br/>Coalithia smirked, standing on the catwalk above the armory and the table of freshly made weapons. she casually tipped a jar of molten red liquid metal onto the assortment of swords, sheilds, and guns. She laughed as they all melted together.<br/><br/>"Did you hear that?" a smith asked his comrade. "Crap!" Coalithia muttered as she ran toward the open air duct and started to navigate her way out of the building. She couldn't help but laugh again as she heard the angry shouts of the smiths who found all their work melted into one big metal heap.<br/><br/>"Happy Birthday Coal." she said as she started free running across rooftops to her uncle's old home.<br/>_______________________________________<br/><br/>District 4, Forest District<br/><br/>A young boy was running around, under, and through trees and bushes, occasionally looking behind him.<br/><br/>"Why couldn't we live in the forest, Dammit!" he yelled as a sniper shot him in the leg. Thankfully it was the leg composed of plant materials, so he just kept running. turning mid sprint, he loaded his flintlock pistol and shot a seed in an advncing guard's path, where a venus fly trap grew and snatched the screaming man off the ground.<br/><br/>"Need a hand?" a voice said next to Nate. He abruptly turned his gun on the person, but lowered it when he saw Goyle. "So, they're after you too?" he said as they made it to the open air.<br/><br/>Goyle shrugged "Who isn't after us these days? Have you even SEEN the wanted posters?"<br/><br/>"Happy Birthday us?" Nate asked.<br/><br/>"Yep. Coal's already there. How many guards should we bring with us?" Goyle smirked.<br/><br/>"How about forty-nine?"<br/><br/>"Why that many?" Goyle asked, arching a brow.<br/><br/>"Simple. We can see who gets the most of them!" Nate laughed. Goyle shrugged. "Competitive as ever I see."<br/><br/>They ran up to find Coalithia waiting on them with a trail of grease laying in their path. "I'd jump over that if I were you, Nate!" she smiled playfully. he obliged. "So... any idea where Airhead, Snow Cone and Rigor Mortis are?" Coal laughed.