Jory Brontz - D8 - Fin | Hunger Games: The RPG

* Mentor 3,276 POSTS last seen Apr 4, 2020 9:33:58 GMT -5 They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.	Jory Brontz - D8 - Fin Oct 8, 2017 19:56:54 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by * on Oct 8, 2017 19:56:54 GMT -5 Name: Jory Hunter Brontz Weight: 104 lbs. Age: 13 Height: 5ft 4 3 Facts: Steals buttons, rescued a stray dog named Buttons, is superstitious Fc: Jared Cardona (this counts, right? PAT: 24)
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Jory Brontz - D8 - Fin Oct 8, 2017 19:58:17 GMT -5

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I am the middle child of five.

I have two older siblings and two youngers siblings. One of my older siblings is in heaven, singing with the angels who sometimes comes down to earth to whisper into my little sister's ear and tell her sweet things. The same voice comforts my little brother Gage when he can't sleep at night. That angelic spirit sometimes wisps a gentle breeze against my skin on the coldest of nights but it doesn't seem to visit Jacob anymore. Instead, he entertains her presence with a gentle tune every single year - the same one that he played on their violin her first night gone. That haunting tune somehow always lulls everyone, even my parents, of her life but also that of her sacrifice. I remember waking up that night to Jacob playing and even though I cried, he never told dad. I fell back into a slumber dreaming of her return that never happened.

Since her death, she's kept this family safe from the reapings. She has kept a lookout over this house every year and we've never had to fear the booming microphone to curse another Brontz with death by blade or fire. She took the ultimate sacrifice. Jacob was right that day when he took my hand and bent down to my level. He made me look into his eyes as we approached her resting place as well as the many others.

"Cecilia is always with us. Always watching us and don't you think for a second that she never loved you. Be strong, for her. She don't need to see you cry, Jory..."

He didn't lie to me at all.

I believed him and since then, I have believed a lot of things. Superstitious? Highly. Not obsessively, but I do take another path before a black cat and I stay away from mirrors as much as possible, one cannot be too careful. It's also another reason why my father will not fight me against having Jacob play Cecilia's violin the night before a reaping. It summons her to hold us all in her memory.

I miss her.

Time has passed by slowly since Cecilia's untimely demise. I was eight the day that it happened. It has haunted the entire family since. Mom's health has deteriorated a lot and she's sunk into the depths of the darkness that no one can seem to pull her out of. Dad somehow keeps her going reminding her that she still have four more children that need and love her. Jacob, however, seems to keep us all going. He's been the rock for the family and even taken up several little jobs around the district just as Cecilia had to earn money to help. As for Gage, he barely remembers her and Lotus doesn't know anything about Cecilia except for the stories we tell her about how wonderful her big, brave sister was.

These days, you can find me overlooking the cemetery where she's been buried but I rarely go in. I don't like the thought of walking over someone's grave. I don't do anything disrespectful and keep others from doing so as well. The cemetery is meant to be peaceful and to allow the deceased to rest; not to disturb. I have truly found out one thing for sure with the years I've watched over my sister's resting place. Evil people that were buried there, will have weeds growing around the grave. Those that are innocent and good hearted will have flowers. On the anniversary of Cecilia's death and every year since then, there's never a need to plant something pretty for there is already life thriving where hers had ended.

When I'm not seeking refuge around the cemetery, I may or may not have rescued a stray dog. I found him in my endeavors of stealing buttons once, don't judge me, so that I can use them to make necklaces for Lotus. He was a thin thing, very gaunt and unquestionably skittish. I had pulled some scraps from my bag that was supposed to last me the entire day for my meal in order to feed him. I went hungry but it was worth the loyalty that Button's now gives me. Of course, he's my secret that only Lotus knows about since my parents would have an absolute fit about. I know what they would say already, "We can't feed another mouth unless you will take tesserae in order to do so... so NO!".

Even though we've lost one family member, we still barely make enough to feed us all. Lotus and Gage get the most so that they will thrive, however me and Jacob have to find our own means to eat. Jacob, unfortunately, has taken over with getting tesserae and has deemed that I will only take over when he's no longer reapable. It's a sad chain that we have to follow since its already caused one death.

Buttons, however, has been a great companion. He doesn't mind that I am not rich or that I don't look like the well fed children in district one or two. He admires me for the belly rubs that I give him when I meet up with him two blocks down the road, behind the old Hendrick's place. He licks my dirty, pale face as if it tastes like a sweet lollipop and even nibbles on my prominent ears that stick out a little too much.

I'm almost as tall as Jacob is already but somehow, I'll end up being taller then him in the long run. I'm already five foot four and I've only started to go through what my dad calls 'growing pains'. My dad is over six foot and I'm hoping that I'll match his height by the time I'm Jacob's age. I can't wait until I no longer get picked on at school. People are always poking fun at me even though they really don't mean it or maybe they do. Hell, they don't even know me. They knew who my sister was, but not me. I'm not sure why I am the one they deem unfit to live in this district, but I can't change who I am or what I believe in or anything else. What I do with my life should only effect me. Who I hang out with or who I love should only be my choice.

One day that'll change though. One day I'll see to it that they get what's coming to them. I'll bade my time for now though because I'm a peacemaker. I'm not aggressive toward anyone unless it concerns my family. I'll take care of my two younger siblings with my life and the same goes for my big brother. They at least look up to me and see me not as a frail, odd boy but one that is loving and will not take crap from anyone.

I am Jory Hunter Brontz; middle child of the Brontz family.

PAT: 1166

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Jory Brontz - D8 - Fin Oct 12, 2017 19:31:24 GMT -5

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