The Aftershock [Luna, Tori]

(Man... why am I slow? Dx
Oh, Tori, should we finish up the other thread? Like close it? I might reference to the ending I made up for that one...)

Pystan Jam

Today was normal for the Jam family. Ever since the 55th Hunger Games began, the rich Career family had sat down to inspect, mentally note, write comments on actions while smiling towards each other.

Even Pystan. She would hug her little brother when he forcefully embraced her. He was such a tiny lad, barely twelve years of age, almost a male mirror of herself, and the girl smiled her best towards him.

First gone was District 11's male - which she could not help but frown for his death, since he seemed like a nice, sweet man; an individual she might have expected at the Jam lavish parties of extravagance and dazzling jewelry accompanied on bright dresses and luxurious tuxedos. She made her likes and dislikes among the District Tributes by their personalities:

The hand stopped, setting the pen down.

Cauger, who sat right next to her obviously, looked at her directly. "Wasn't he your boyfriend?"
Smile. "Yeah, I--" Banging ceased her words immediately, and she merely smiled more. "Please put those away, Little Brother. Hide it if you must."

Getting up from her seat on the couch across the giant television set, Pystan left the area and saw Cauger did as he was told, hiding the notebook in his pants pocket. She called out to her family, saying that the door would ben opened by her, the lights from above illuminating her face more.

Before answering the noise against the door, Pystan rubbed her back in certain spots, rubbing in a circular motion. She opened the entrance gently and flinched at the oncoming pour of sunlight unnatural to the house. Her brows had only creased upward for a second until the visitor was recognized, then a smile formed, her body covering the crack made for an opening.

"Ah, Carter. Hello. Today is good, right? The Games are going well, we've watched." She looked left and right. "Banging on our door at this time? You don't have Peacekeepers on your tail, and a knightly sort of guy like you shouldn't be in trouble. What's wrong?"

(I'm assuming he died of sharks or something since it was inactivity that killed him.)

"Huh?" Pystan let Carter speak with stumbles, stutters, and all and scratched the side of her head. "I'm fine. I'm really fine." After fixing her posture between the crack, she said, "I saw Garrett. The sharks got him good; I thought he would put up a better fight."

Her brows furrowed. "Especially since he accepted going in, you know? He didn't even fight much, did he?"

Giggling, she added, "Speaking about the Games, I never suspected a hurricane or the sinking of islands, did you?! I do love how cra..." Pystan trailed off at seeing Carter's movements. Blink, then a little seemingly sad smile. "If you're panicky because of Garrett, you already know what I was planning."

Tapping against the face of the door inside the house, she continued to look at Carter though somewhat solemn. "I had nothing for or against him. Nothing. That's why I feel 'okay'."

Pystan knew the concern in Carter's action, the way he was talking and addressing a certain individual of the Hunger Games. Someone she personally know, to a degree. The bond was held sacred for Garrett, yet for Pystan it seemed less. Watching the interviews between the 'contestants', she frowned both at Mel's and Garrett's, their references to a particular Pystan Jam of District 3. Their Pystan Jam. Herself.

The frowns were not instilled of much emotion. They were merely out of acknowledgment, to her. Forms of kindness were imbued within, bursting, overflowing. Emotion was a subject easily picked out by Pystan. She could detect but perhaps not reciprocate herself.

Pystan smiled to Carter rather cutely, so full of all emotions not negative. "Yes, I liked that surprise. I do like cleverness. It really makes people jump out of their seats!" She had to add in a little laugh, a small one barely audible to all citizens that might have been in the Victor's Village. It was important to remember one's manners over heart.

"Little Brother? He is enjoying them quite a lot. He'll hug me at the biggest moments and sometimes scream in cheer. That's Cauger. He doesn't really show it in front of others." Pystan shifted her body a little, itching to rub another spot on her back. "Carter... while you're here, would you like to come in? It's rude to keep someone out like this if not for short business. My parents wouldn't forgive me for being crude towards you. I don't think they would mind you visiting, especially if I'm offering food and drink to you." She tried her best to resist the temptation. "Would you, Carter? Come in, I mean."

(If he accepts to come in, I'll need to specify how she's walking... Carrying over my planned ending from our other thread. :3 She'll try to walk from the side or following him if he wants to be in.)