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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Jul 14, 2010 3:27:35 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jul 14, 2010 3:27:35 GMT -5

The replays always came on so late. Clarisse turned her head towards the clock and saw the hands. Nine o'clock at night. Serenity had left an hour ago due to her curfew. From the other room, she heard the sound of the capitol's anthem cueing that the replay was starting. Clarisse finished making the chocolate milk, and grabbed the two glasses and a bag of chips before making her way into her living room.

Veronica was sitting on the couch in front of the television. Clarisse never thought it was a good idea to let Veronica watch the games and often insisted that she didn't, but she always did. She always had her face glued to the television when it came on. The edge of the table caused Clarisse to stumble and almost drop everything as she came to sit down next to her friend. She put the drinks on the table and pushed one over to Veronica. She set the chips on the side.

"I got these for us, honey." She smiled at Veronica and then pulled her feet up onto the couched with her, so she was leaning a bit towards her friend. Clarisse was in her pajamas, long sweat pants and a t-shirt, and had her hair in a pony tail, pieces of it falling out at weird angles. Her parents were stuck in the lab and said they might not come home tonight. Which meant she had been forced to make dinner. Which in turn had resulted in disaster.

The games came on, showing who was on the island, and the twist. Like always, Clarisse added her commentary. "Oh my god. They're going for a second bloodbath." She glanced over at Veronica. Jango was still alive at this point. In the final 8. But who knew what would happen after this battle. Where the only way to get supplies was to fight.

The drink was lifted into the air and brought to her mouth with her hand. Maybe she had put too much chocolate syrup in. It didn't matter though. They had been able to afford the syrup, so she was going to enjoy it. She took her eyes from the screen to take the time to open the bag of chips and stuff some it her mouth before she put it in Veronica's lap, hoping she would eat some.

When the Games caught her attention again, the majority of the tributes had finally met up and were attacking the boy that had been with Shanks. The first act of the final eight betrayal. Clarisse's stomach became queasy. The girl called Drusilla ended his life in one swipe of her falchion, and Clarisse was worried she might throw up the chips she just ate.

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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Jul 25, 2010 12:59:58 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Jul 25, 2010 12:59:58 GMT -5

When I first started watching the games I never paid attention to the names of the tributes, only one mattered to me. Throughout the games, I did not let myself gain hope as Jango continued to survive. Actually, I lost any hope that I had left. By the time there were only twelve tributes left, I didn't even care about the lives. I was into the game.

I finally saw the appeal that the Capitol must see. These games were entertaining, more entertaining than hanging out with Serenity and Clarisse or hanging out by some tiny pond. The games were interesting and I was always at the edge of my seat. Each tribute had their own story and they were all so fierce.

I found that one of my favorites was a girl named Drusilla. She was one of the only tributes whose name I took to remember. She was great. She was ruthless. I loved it.

It seemed as though the tributes were entering another bloodbath. At this point Clarisse had brought the chips and drinks. I took a long deep gulp, but I never took my eyes off of the television. I felt the bowl of chips placed on my laps and started eating without really thinking about it.

The boy the called Jango was being attacked and finally Drusilla killed him in one swipe. I let out a loud shout of victory. The kill was vicious and badass, Drusilla impressed me. Clarisse had thrown her arms around me, she was crying. She started petting my hair. I was still watching the television through Clarisse's arms, but she started to block my view.

I pushed her away and kept watching this intense fight. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but I needed to find out first. I looked over at Clarisse, she seemed horrified. I scoffed at her and continued to watch the games.

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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Jul 29, 2010 6:41:27 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jul 29, 2010 6:41:27 GMT -5

Veronica did eat. Almost as if she had changed within the past day or two. She wasn't forcing the food down her throat as usual. Clarisse watched as she ate it hungrily, her eyes never leaving the television. A noise on the screen caught her attention again. And she felt herself gasp as she watched the death of yet another person she new. A friend.

In a quick swipe, the tribute named Drusilla removed his arm. And a moment later the younger girl as manipulated to smash in his head. He whispered Veronica's name, but Clarisse couldn't look at her. She watched, crying now, as Jango mistook Aranica as his younger sister Claire. Her first reaction was to find Veronica, who knew what was going through her mind. Clarisse had heard her make a noise, but wasn't paying attention.

Veronica squirmed in her arms, and finally pushed her off. Clarisse wasn't crying anymore. She suddenly stopped as she was forced sideways on the couch and onto her knees. Her best friend looked over at her and scoffed. Then she returned her eyes to the screen in front of her to watch the remaining fight. Clarisse didn't understand what was going on. Who was the girl sitting next to her?

She wasn't sure how to react. It was like she liked the crying, dead Veronica better than this.. this monster. Clarisse didn't understand it. She started crying again, into her hands. What was wrong with her friend? After a moment, Clarisse realized she couldn't cry anymore. All she felt was anger. Jango had been her friend too. And she was crying because he died. She knew how much he had meant to Veronica and yet she wasn't even responding. Clarisse lost all control of her mental state at that moment.

Her legs brought her into a standing position and a voice she didn't recognise filled her lungs. "What is wrong with you?! What the fuck is wrong with you? Jango is dead! He died!" Her hands found Veronica's shoulders and started shaking them. "Snap out of it! What is wrong with you?!" Clarisse's hand made contact with Veronica's face as she slapped it, trying to wake her from she state she was in. Once again, she was crying. "What did you do with my friend?! Where is she!?"

Clarisse fell to her knees in front of the shell of a girl in front of her. She didn't expect a response. She was just going to keep going. This girl wasn't Veronica, so what did it matter anyways? "You're not the only person who has lost someone, Veronica! You aren't the only one who feels pain! Do you ever think I might want a hug too!? I can't just bloody take care of you all the time! You never get it! I miss the old you!"

Her face fell into the couch next to Veronica's legs, and her arms wrapped around her head. Clarisse laid there and continued crying. Doubting she would even get a response from the girl next to her. She was too angry to think. Too consumed by pent up emotions.

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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Sept 5, 2010 0:17:11 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Sept 5, 2010 0:17:11 GMT -5

Clarisse stood up in rage in front of me and I stared at her blankly. Her face was red and she looked like a constipated, rabid dog. I did everything in my power to stifle the laughter that was bubbling up inside of me.

Clarisse dug her long, boney fingers into my shoulders and shook me. I again tried to swallow the chuckle that was rising up in my throat. She was screaming and it was both amusing and confusing to me.

I didn't understand. What was wrong with her? These games are supposed to be entertaining. Why was she so attached to them? Why was she so attached to these characters? That's all they were. They meant nothing to her.

Before I could even think about telling Clarisse this, her hand hit me hard across the face. My cheek stung as it remembered her skin across it. Immediately my hand went up and rubbed my cheek and my eyes burned with rage.

How dare she hit me. What a bitch. Clarisse fell to her knees and cried into her hands. I looked down at her and just shook my head, pitying her. My first reaction was to kick her, but I stopped my foot as it made it's way to her abdomen.

Clarisse's head fell onto the couch. Part of me wanted to stroke her as she cried. But that Veronica was gone now. If I wasn't shown any sympathy from the world, why does anyone else deserve some. Instead, I rolled my eyes and walked over her into the kitchen and got myself some water.

Every part of my body felt exhausted despite the fact that I haven't done anything physical restraining in the least. I wanted to go back and finish watching the games. I needed to know what was going to happen next. But I did not want to deal with that crying lump of sap on the couch.

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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Sept 5, 2010 0:49:29 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Sept 5, 2010 0:49:29 GMT -5

Clarisse didn't move, even as she felt the weight on the couch shift. Veronica had gotten up. Tears continued to stream down Clarisse's face as she buried herself in her hands. Why did this all have to happen? Suddenly, she had such a great sense longing. A longing to be held. Rocko. She wished to see him. She wished he was there.

Without much thought, Clarisse also got up from the couch. Almost in a trance, she walked slowly to her room. The doorknob was ice cold in her arms as she turned it. When it opened, a certain coolness washed over her. There was a red box on one of Clarisse's selves, and it contained things all to precious to get rid of.

Her hands relieved it of it's place on her shelf and moved it to the bed, where she unlatched the top and pulled it open. A few items lay in the bottom. A pen. Rocko's. Along with his notebook. She smiled as she picked it up. Poems mostly. A lot of them about her. Clarisse read them only when she was in dire need. Now was one time. She read a line and smiled to herself. If only things had happened faster...

A ring of his lay in there as well. She picked it up and slid it onto her finger. A small grey stone lie in the corner of the box. Clarisse picked it up and felt the smoothness all over it. It had been a great time in their friendship. Veronica's and her own. She was just getting over Trevor's death. And Clarisse had somehow made Veronica feel better with this rock. Clarisse didn't remember the details, but it had been important to her.

There a noise in the other room but Clarisse ignored it. Maybe it was the television. She replaced everything back in the box except for the Rocko's ring which she left on her finger. After placing it back on the shelf, she walked over to her mirror. Her eyes were red and puffed. With the help of her sleeve, Clarisse wiped the stains of tears from her eyes and fixed herself up as best she could. A brush helped unknot her hair and she left it down instead of putting it up into a bun.

Clarisse took one deep breathing before leaving the room, and closing the door behind her. She started to look for Veronica. After what had just happened, she had no idea what to expect now. But she knew the monster was her responsiblity anyways. Almost an empty shell, Clarisse wandered through the house looking for Veronica.

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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Sept 5, 2010 1:30:33 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Sept 5, 2010 1:30:33 GMT -5

I heard Clarisse's footsteps above me as she trudged into her room. God only knows what she was doing up there, but I decided not to care. For some reason, she was always getting upset about the games. I didn't get it and I never will.

Almost everyone that walks into the arena is a goner, so why is she so sad that Jango died. We all knew he would anyway. And how dare she actually act like Rocko meant something to her. So, she liked him. They had a fling.

He was my brother. He was my rock. He was my everything. She has others. She is social in school, had other friends. She has parents!

Doesn't she realize how I feel? Everyone around me is dying. I can't help but feel that she may be next. So, why even dwell on it? Why even bother having hope?

All of the people in the Capitol seem just damn giddy all the time. And why? Because they don't have a care in the world. They don't dwell on death, they celebrate the games. They actually use the television as a source of entertainment, as it should be used. Why am I being critisized for doing the same?

Clarisse left her room and walked back downstairs. I hadn't even gotten my water and I wasn't sure what would satisfy me at this point. I didn't know what else to expect from Clarisse either.

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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Sept 5, 2010 2:00:45 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Sept 5, 2010 2:00:45 GMT -5

When she entered the kitchen, Veronica looked up at her. Clarisee felt as if knives had just cut through her body. If looks could kill, she would be dead. What had she done to deserve this now. For second, a portion of last night's nightmares flashed through her mind. For a long time now her old dreams and fantasies had disappeared. Te days she had spent dreaming were gone as well and replaced with days are trying to put Veronica back together for the last 3 years.

So without a second thought, Clarisse returned Veronica's glare. It was her fault Clarisse was like this. It was her vault that she was a bad omen. Everyone around Veronica seemed to die. Or at least the men. Clarisse fixed herself a glass of water, all the while knowing that Varonica's eyes were burning into her skull. She turned to her quickly and addressed her. "Do you need anything?"

When she didn't respond, Clarisse just said, "Good." Clarisse returned to the living room. The games were still on. More were dead and there was still fighting. She didn't bother to turn it off. Instead, she turned the volume up louder. And waited for Veronica to return. But she didn't not. Why not...?

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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Sept 5, 2010 2:52:44 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Sept 5, 2010 2:52:44 GMT -5

"Good," Clarisse said. My eyes turned to slits as my anger took over. Before Clarisse could even move, I pushed past her and went straight for the stairs.

I had had enough of this shit. I attempted to become strong for Clarisse, but no, that wasn't good enough. When I greived, that wasn't okay either. Trevor was gone, Rocko was gone, Jango was gone, I haven't heard in Serenity in a while, and now Clarisse was turning against her.

I knew that I wasn't acting like myself, but she's still supposed to support me in all of my feelings, in everything I would do. I stomped upstairs and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the bath without even thinking.

Tears were streaming down my face as I thought about all the people that I wanted to see. Trevor, Rocko, Jango, Mom. They were all in one place, and that's where I should be right now. My anger at Clarisse was still burning up. And I knew the perfect way to get rid of the feeling.

I walked over to Clarisse's room and found her stupid little red box and ripped it open. I dumped everything out of it and kicked it around the room. Then I grabbed Rocko's old notebook and brought it back with me.

I opened it up and read all of Rocko's poems about her. About Clarisse. About that girl who decided it was okay to stop caring for me. I started to rip out all of the pages of the notebook and let them fly into the bath water.

When the bath was filled up enough, I stopped it. I rummaged through Clarisse's cabinet and found her blow dryer. Plugging it in, my mind was on fire at this point. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I knew what my goal was.

The water was scalding when I got in, but the pain felt good. The blow dryer was in my hand, ready to go. Rocko's poems surrounded me in the water. I didn't even have a last thought. I just turned it on and let go.

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The effects of Jango Graves [closed] Sept 5, 2010 16:10:13 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Sept 5, 2010 16:10:13 GMT -5

When Veronica did not return within a short period, Clarisse knew something was up. Lately, her eyes had been only glued to the television set in which the games were on. Veronica tried never to miss it. Clarisse pushed herself up from the couch, and turned off the television. Her hands found their way to the glass on the table and she took a few sips before setting it back down and heading off to find Veronica.

The first place she checked was the kitchen where Veronica last was. Clarisse didn't expect her to be there after she has pushed herself past, but Clarisse thought it might be well to check. She headed up towards her room, not bothering to call Veronica's name because she honestly didn't even want to see her. The moment her hands touched her door, she had a feeling something was wrong. And something was.

Her room was trashed. And it had only taken one smple movement to do so. The red box she charished so dearly was lying upside down in the corner of her room. the various contents within were strung about in multiple places. Clarisse started breating heavily and she felt more tears rush to her eyes. That bitch. That monster. Her hands responded quickly, picking up various objects and papers and placing them on her bed. She picked up the red box and started to put the things back in. Wait. Something was missing. Rocko's journal..

Clarisse felt anger surge through her and with out thinking, she herself hit the box to the floor, once more spilling it's contents. She ran to the door, flinging it open. Too many thoughts running through her mind for her to function or even thinking properly. What did Veronica plan on doing with the notebook? Flushing it down the toilet? Ripping it? Burning it? What was her problem? Her feet brought her to the bathroom and without knocking, she hit the door. It opened with such a force that when it hit the wall, a loud thunk rang out in the room.

A yell escaped Clarisse's throat as she looked for Veronica. She was going to tear her limb from limb. When her eyes finally rested on Veronica's body, she instead fell to her knees on the floor. A cry was stuck in her throat, and she choked on it. Tears poured from her eyes as she felt a numbness take over her body for an instant. Almost robotically, she reached over and unplugged the hairdryer that disappeared in the bathtub next to Veronica's body.

Without having really any control over her body, Clarisse's arms reached out and pulled Veronica over to her. She grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her into a hug over the tub. Sobs escaped er mouth as she buried herself into Veronica's shoulders. The contrast was unatural. The water soaking Clarisse was hot enough to almost burn skin. But there was still a coldness to it, from Veronica's now lifeless body.

After what seemed like hours, Clarisse let go of her friend, dropping her back into the water. She looked around noticing for the first time, Rocko's poems. Or what use to be them. There was wet pieces of paper everywhere and ink residue. She grabbed one stuck to the wall that seemed to still be readable.

A beautiful girl, alone and confused.
What will it take, to make her anew?

A couplet. And it wasn't about Clarisse, but Veronica. A yell fought it's way through Clarisse's lungs, and it filled her entire house. All the world would know Veronica's pain. Rocko's things were ruined. She stood up and stared at the body lying in the water, no longer crying. There was no need to weep. Thething laying in the tub was not her friend. It was a monster. It had stolen many things away from Clarisse. And it hadn't broken the barrier that she used to have.

Veronica had died a long time ago. She had died the moment Trevor did not return from the games. She was only killed further when her brother was taken from her. There was no Veronica. Clarisse had hung onto the thought that resurection might be possible with her various other fantasies and daydreams. But it was not possible. The thing that lay before her was a capitol creation. And it was the capitol that would pay.

Clarisse left the room, clinging to the wet paperin her hands. Her feet sloshed as she walked from how wet she was. She also realised Clarisse was dead. The monster had killed the innocent daydreamer with itself. But this was just the beginning.