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Eyes blurred and rain pouring down into her face, Abby was surprised she were able to make out the lights of the medium sized town. She had run about a half a mile when she first spotted the tiny glow of the Town, but now the lights were fast approaching as she picked up her pace. She needed to get out of the cold and wet and they only way to do that was to run faster toward shelter.

After what felt like another hour of running, Abby had finally made it to the heart of District Nine's Town. It wasn't the prettiest sight in the world but to her it was like the Tosh Ma Hall. Even with the constant rain venders were out selling warm baked bread and sweats, live stock, clothing, and of course grains. The only difference was they all had waterproof canopies over their carts.

As the young blond made her way through the throng of civilians she cast her gaze every which way. She needed a place to get dried off and warm before she ended up on the dirty sidewalks, passed out from failing health. She was contemplating whether to go into the clothing store down the block, or the bakery that was to the right of her when she heard her name being called out. Abby didn't take any notice to the person calling her name, because why would she? It's not like she would talk to the guy anyway. Besides it was probably some adult wondering why she wasn't in school or something. And Mute had no patients for that type of conversation.

Abby decided to walk the extra block to the clothing store, whom an uptight woman owned the store. She knew for a fact the woman would let her in because one she was the Victor's daughter, and two she shopped there regularly. But today Abby wasn't going in to shop, she was going in for warmth and shelter, and maybe a little shoplifting. It was that time of month when Abs did all her shoplifting, when that small piece of thrill inside of her needed fed again. Yep, that was the danger gene talking alright. The last time she shoplifted was a pair thirty dollar earrings that were shipped all the way from District One. True she almost got caught, but it was an addiction. Something Abby just couldn't stop. That's how she got the nickname Swipe from her other peers a few years ago. From stealing.

After being kicked out of the small boutique fifteen minutes ago, Abby was milling around the covered canopies passing the time away. She was shivering but at this point the girl couldn't feel the cold anymore. She noticed people were trying to sell the girl rain jackets or warm dry clothes to buy and change into. The blond ignored them all, as she pushed passed shoppers and civilians.

It was becoming a struggle just to walk anymore, all Abby wanted was to curl up in a dry place somewhere and sleep. She cleared her throat as a cough started tickling it. She should have never left the house, instead the young girl should have done what any normal child would do. Run upstairs and lock themselves in their room. But Abby wasn't normal, not by any means.

She wiped her face off with her hands doing her best to dry her face, but what she had just wiped off only came back with new wave of rain. The girl let out a tiny sigh of frustration that turned into a fit of coughs. This wasn't happening. Abby should just walk back up the Penn house, apologize for how she acted in her own way, and go to sleep. But she knew none of that would happen. The blond hated backing down from an argument/fight even if said argument/fight didn't make sense in anyway.