What I just realized... {Hayley

Dolly, idly thumbing the knife in her fingers, moved her eyes against the dead cat. The slight amount of blood that leaked onto the wood made Dolly smile at the warm puddle that she really wished she could streak her fingers against. She bet it was still warm, and she'd always wondered what cat tasted like... She looked at the cat, that honestly was probably dead for a good minute or two before she looked up to see Declain in the doorway. "Good show, Doll." The words seem to ooze out od Declains voice. You know, just the guy that honestly seemed to be so nonchalant about the fact that he inpregnanted his sister. No big deal at all. Dolly dug the knife's handle into her palm, apparently trying to keep some form of composure in this type of situation.

Dolly had tried to avoid contact with him for the last few days, or weeks, or whatever. She just sat there, her scarf tied around her head, holding the bloodied knife against her fingertips. Small paper-cut like pieces of skin now singed the ends of it, and as she looked at the plastic handle on it, she wondered for a second where these were made. Of course, district nine, but she had always wondered who had made the things she used. Probably some lowly district person. Dolly shrugged and tossed the knife towards the cat's corpse, and she finally remembered the cats name. Buckethead. The thing had been a favorite friend of Dolly, a pal, even. Especially when Dolly had been isolated from the world as a child. She nodded to herself, looking around and trying to find a focusing point.

Finally, she raised her gaze to Declain, who was wearing shorts. She had already considered this moment before, where she finally admitted she had to say it to their parents. You know, that awkward moment that probably would happen eventually. I mean, honestly. She ran her fingers over the scarf in her hair, trying to keep composure. Finally, she raised her head in the most regal way she could muster under the circumstances. The dead cat on the ground was only adding the effect of anything happening. She blinked her green eyes, finally sighing and looking at Declain. "You know, you arn't going to win this game just by using your so-called Declain charm. Hell, I bet you trademarked it. We will have to tell Mother and Father eventually. Because, honestly, if the kid were to bear an uncanny resemblence to good ol' Uncle Declain, we all know what would immediatley be assumed. So, if you honestly want to keep on sneaking around behind their backs like this, we can be screwed later. If we get it over with now, Mother might be all happy and Father will at least be leinent. Because, honestly, I don't know how much longer I can go around without looking like I am not in the condition I am in. Correct?"

With that, Dolly laid her hands on the sofa she sat on and fixed her gaze on the puddle of blood that was on the ground.

And hey, flathead, don't you get mean
She's the second best killer that I ever have seen
They don't come much more sick than you
I could go on if you want me to
It's just so wrong, so very nice
And I told you once and you killed me twice
I saw you one time at the back of the club
Chewing on glass and a ticket stub
Said "I heard you kicked the boy until he bled
Then you stood and said "oh my God" until she said...

Oh, Father. Dolly recalled odd memories of her father, just little things that could be used for the insanity of it. Sure, she loved her father well enough, trying not to hate him, but honestly, she had always perferred the company of being alone or to the people that were her age, not socializing with a middle aged man with a bald spot. She would snicker for that bald spot, knowing that eventually Declain would probably evolve into someone with a bald spot, potbelly and etcetera. Aw, these quite pleasant thoughts rang through her head as she eyed the man standing in the doorway. Oh, god. Did she really have to explain this? To her father? And all the while, the blood from the cat was drying on the hardwood floors? Dolly literally facepalmed and tried to give her Father an overly cheerful smile that showed some form of "Yeah, we're all fine!" Expression, though it was kind of difficult to do so when she was being pressured to release the whole truth from her teeth.

She looked at the ceiling before hearing her brother mumble something about Dolly explaining the whole mess. You know, really, really positive. She ran her fingers through her hair, removing the headscarf from her head, sending her dark brown hair tumbling onto her shoulders. She tried to say something between clenched lips, something that sounded like "Man up Declain." But she honestly needed to have the guts to say this. Looking at the dead cat, she decided to try to explain the dear old death of Buckethead. Rolling her eyes, she plucked her fingers up from the fabric on the couch and looked at the knife that laid next to her. And with that, she looked at her Father with her green eyes.

"Now, Father. As you may know, Buckethead was a prized cat to our family." Dolly crossed her arms across her robe and looked at Father, who stood on one leg primarily. It was a family trait, Dolly could see, since one of her cousins did the same thing. Maybe it was with age. Oh, glee. Another thing to look forward for her Brother to do. Yay! Dolly smiled in smugness and looked back at her father. "Well, as we learned yesterday night, Buckethead had a terrible disease known as rabies that can infest a household so quickly. And even kill." Dolly nodded, her eyes glazing over. She was going to start faking tears any moment, faking sympathy for the poor animal that she had slaughtered without feeling like she wanted to.

Blinking, trying to add a dramatic effect, she looked at her father with large eyes. "And of course, we didn't want to concern Mother or you with the tragedy that is Bucketheads illness. Nor did we want you to hear the loud yowls of horridness that he would release when we did relieve the poor animal of it's misery." Dolly tried to look like she was restraining back tears, and some people, by the judge of her Father's pained expression, it was happening. She was actually pulling off a plausible situation. Mentally nudging herself on, she continued to fake the tears. "So, Declain and I planned to make sure that Buckethead was relieved of this horrible disease, so you and Mother wouldn't be hurt by this animal. And the disease is uncurable unless you live in the capitol, so he was going to die anyway." Dolly leaned against the wall, a frown put onto her oddly shaped lips.

"So, when you and Mother were asleep, I woke up Declain and told him it was time, since I heard Buckethead pawing around at my door, clearly trying to infect me with this horrible disease. I was truly scared out of my wits." Dolly looked at Declain, as if to mock him with the 'of course I woke you up to kill the cat' look. Continuing on with the insanity, she smiled and raised her head once again. "We went into the kitchen and saw Buckethead laying on the floor, doing nothing but being a poor, poor animal. I grabbed the kitchen knife from the counter and handed it to Declain, who knew instantly what needed to be done. I sobbed the whole time. Of course, when the flesh caught on the seraded knife, I was devestated. Buckethead was my best friend as a child, and watching and hearing the enraged yowls was just... devestating. But, Buckethead is now in the sky with catnip, forever in our hearts." Thats when Dolly brought on the real tears, sobbing ones, with large and dramatic sobs. "I---Miss him already!"

And with an unrealistic recovery from the sobs, she smiled and looked at Declain "Now, what were you going to tell Father?"

And hey, flathead, don't you get mean
She's the second best killer that I ever have seen
They don't come much more sick than you
I could go on if you want me to
It's just so wrong, so very nice
And I told you once and you killed me twice
I saw you one time at the back of the club
Chewing on glass and a ticket stub
Said "I heard you kicked the boy until he bled
Then you stood and said "oh my God" until she said...

And suddenly, hands were thrown onto her shoulders. She shuddered at looked at her brother, who was talking about glowing at three thirty. You know, way to drop the bomb. Fabulous way to. Dolly's gaze fixated on her brothers face, finally just trying to get something straight here "Well, Father, Declain, in his devestation, wouldn't want to touch the poor dead animal. So, when we moved it to the ground from the kitchen counter, he forced me to. It was just.... Just so tragic. And he forced me to do it." Fake sobs escaped her throught until she finally shot her brother a final gaze and set upon actually exposing the real truth. She sent him a 'step-in-after-this-is-done-or-you'll-be-killed-in-your-sleep look and finally adverted her gaze to the flooring.

"Father, please understand this horrid mess that we are stuck in. And me and Declain have dug ourselves into a hole that we cannot exactly dig ourselves oout of. Well, at least for a while. Let's just say its illegal, ethically and law-wise." Dolly looked at her feet, which she had filed earlier that morning. She had run the blade over each toenail, thinking carefully about when she would have to run tell. With a quick smirk towards her brother, she charged on, trying to make this sound as one sided and rapelike as she could. Because, you know, it just could happen. And they did believe that Dolly was an innocent little girl, so why would they think that the incest was concented? Pfft, concented her ass.

Dotting her eyes with the fingernails she posessed, she looked at her father "Well, one evening, when you two were gone, Declain decided to.... well, lets put it this way, Father. I am pregnant with the child that is not technically legal, and it just so happens that my twin is the father of this person. It's not a tragedy, no, but it is a setback upon the world that surronds us. Now, all I need to think about this is a simple way to explain this. You, Father, need to inform Mother on this dire situation. And thus, please do not get angry over this so called... rape of sorts. Let's make a name for it: Inrape. Sound good, Father?"

Dolly smugly looked at her brother, who she assumed, was trying to piece together some witty comback that could contradict this sad and pathetic prediciment. And she was sure it was quite possible for him to fail. Because, honestly, wording could be on her side for this one. Smiling at her brother, she gave him a squint and mouthed 'times up, loser.'

And hey, flathead, don't you get mean
She's the second best killer that I ever have seen
They don't come much more sick than you
I could go on if you want me to
It's just so wrong, so very nice
And I told you once and you killed me twice
I saw you one time at the back of the club
Chewing on glass and a ticket stub
Said "I heard you kicked the boy until he bled
Then you stood and said "oh my God" until she said...

Dolly watched in astonishment as her brother broke into hysterics. He usually didn't get this emotional.... But, still. Dolly looked at him with a sense of irony and rolled her eyes. Dipping her eyes to the ground, she heard her father yell for Mother. Oh, Mother. Dolly wanted to throw her head into her hands when she came stumbling down the stairs wearing a bright green bath robe with oldfashioned hair curlers in her hair, her eyes focused on her daughter and son, who were standing by a dead cat in the middle of the living room. You know, the blood leaking over bare feet, their father in the doorway mumbling something about pregnancy and incest and rape, Declains voice still echoing on the wooden siding of the house.

Dolly wasn't quite happy with the involvement of the hysterical Mother her and Declain had, but she could be rational if they took this slow and explained everything one. step. at. a time. Dolly smiled at her Mother, who was obviously in shock about the dead cat on the ground. She mumbled something that sounded like "why is Buckethead sleeping?" Yes, the dead cat at the bottom of the floor, in a pool of blood, was indeed sleeping, Mother. of course

Yet, this was still her Mother she had to deal with so she pressed her hands against her temples and finally looked her Mother straight in the eyes. "Buckethead's dead. The cat is dead, Mother. Because obviously the pool of blood was something you could disregard enough to think he was sleeping. Yes. I took a knife to him, and he's dead. Look at the ground, it's drenched in blood. I understand you may be a bit confused since it is approaching four in the morning, but, anybody with enough common sense would know that the cat is dead. No matter how little sleep you got. Buckethead is not sleeping."

She could hear a shocked gasp come from her Mother, who began to hypervenilate about how the cat was dead on the floor. Dolly's thoughts wandered as her Mother complained about the cat that was now laying in a puddle of blood, staining the wood floors. Well, until Dolly finally gave a flustered smack to her Mother's cheek and said "I. Am. Pregnant. With. Declains. Baby."

A blink from Mother. And it was followed by applause and jumping up and down. "I'M GOING TO HAVE GRANNDDDCHILDREN! :DDD"

Dolly watched as her brother seem to exit the room, kind of insisting of being followed. Dolly crossed her arms, shooting death-glare lasers towards the exiting boy. She shook her head, watching the ceiling aimlessly, attempting to find some form of stability in the room. Most likely, it would of just been insanity, or to randomly yell or something. But when Dolly finally just watched the ceiling to no endless amend, she usually would of been in bed, doing nothing but playing with the blankets she had around here. Now, it was quite uncomfortable, even though she had only been looking at if ro a few seconds. Nodding to herself, she tried to find a happier subject to go onto. She could think and try to craft a scheme that led to.... the plastic flamingos perched outside, in the backyard.

Yes, plastic flamingos. Dolly tried to think of why her Mother had nailed them outside, but she remembered her Mother throwing spare bread crumbs to them. Shuddering at the fact of the plastic things actually digesting the breadcrumbs, Dolly watched her Brother, before muttering something inside of her teeth, trying to keep some form of composure. Sure, it may not of been a very easy thing to do, with a dead cat on the ground and a hysterical Mother who was happy about incestual relationships and pregnancy. Or, their father, who was dumbfounded for a little while. Dolly knew he had always been the quiet person, sending the two kids to take charge of him and their hysterical Mother. Trying to scramble for words, she looked at the back of her brother's head, then closing her eyes.

"Why don't you just drop dead?" She said, motionless.

Dolly Redici