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○ ||Darox Lashe
Seriously? Seriously. Darox wasn't shutting-up. He was like a school-girl gossiping about a cure boy. It was almost like Darox was trying to make sure no dead air was happening, and it was working. Being speechless was a normal thing for Darox when he was alone, but when he got outside and actually socialized, it was non-stop chattering - it gets rather annoying at times. But, it was Jayden's turn to open his mouth, and put his hand on Darox's shoulder.

"Is it worth it? To tell you the truth, I don't think slit-... hurting yourself will help anything. I didn't know your sister, but I'm sure she wouldn't want you to do this to yourself. And besides, it wasn't your fault she died, so you shouldn't have to cause yourself pain.."

What the hell? He thinks he can tell me what to do? I can slit my wrists all I want. And what the fuck, get your hand off me. Was he self-centered? Yeah. And did he notice that he was asking for advice? Sort of. But Darox neglected to even think about one thing, how it was his fault his sister died. He didn't do anything. He could have volunteered for the male tribute to help his sister. But truthfully, he was panicky, frozen, he didn't know what to do. He still thinks about what he should have done every day.

"But, I guess I shouldn't be saying anything. I mean, I steal and cause trouble just so that I'm noticed. The thought of my parents...leaving me causes me to feel alone about everything I do. I have to have people watching me because-"

That's right, Mr. Tough-Guy. You shouldn't be talking. You have more problems than an octopus with two arms and twenty legs. Heck, they should report you to the Detention Center, it's right next-door. And please, take your hand, off my shoulder. Now. The word 'pissy' can't even describe Darox right now. His emotions were so messed up, it was more like 'frustrated-mad-sad-thoughtful-mean confusion'. It was a good thing Darox had the patience to not talk for a few moments.

"I agree, something happier would be nice."

Just shut-up, now. You come into my life, pretending you can make everything better. You can't. Face it. WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF! Oh, and you FINALLY take your hand off my shoulder. Jeez, you're annoying. Darox's patience was on the brim, and he was about to yell at Jayden. He decided to relax first, ask himself a few questions.
Would it be worth it? Yes.
Would it help? Probably.
What would it help? Like I know...
Using that, Darox thought telling Jayden off was a rather swell idea.

"Okay, Jayden. I barely know you. YOU'RE TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE FOR ME! Can you please just shut-up? PLEASE? I don't even need your help. You can't tell me what to do." Darox's words were said in a sharp tone, like the edge of a knife. "Oh, and by the way Jayden, if you're Mr. Perfect, why do you have to steal food from people? Does causing trouble help your problems? Can you get my sister back for me? Oh, and why don't you know who your parents are, if you're so perfect?" Rude didn't begin to describe how choppy his voice was. "Do you do this a lot, come into people's business and just leave? What, do you steal an apple for them? I thought you were trouble from the start. I should have trusted my instinct, or is it just me? Am I imagining you telling me how to live my life? Am I just picturing it? Hallucinating it? Darox was rather insane in a lot of ways, but he knew he didn't just create Jayden's words out of nowhere - it's not like he picked them from a hat.

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"Hello, this is District 3's mayor. I will be choosing the tributes for the one-and-only, 53^rd Hunger Games. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."
Anticipation took over Darox's body, he knew he was going to be safe. But was his sister?
"Ladies first!"
It annoyed Darox that he had to wait longer, but this year, it didn't matter, surprise was around every corner.
Clazia Lashe!"
What, what no! She can't go. She's too young... she can't.
Darox was spilling tears. He was speechless, but his mind was racing. As the mayor announced the District 3 male tribute, Darox was mindless. His only thought was his sister who he loved. Who he still loves. When his family went home that night, and the week that followed, they just lied in bed, cried, ate nothing, and occasionally went to the bathroom.

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Then, it hit Darox. He was just taking out all his anger, distress, fear, broken-heart, all his mixed emotions out on Jayden. When it was really not Jayden's fault, it wasn't Darox's fault either. It was no one's fault. Life was like that. He was going to have to deal with it. But a broken-heart doesn't mend after a few years. Darox was joking on words, and he didn't have anything good to say. An apology would be acceptable, but after all that, that would be too little. But what else was there? Darox couldn't go out and buy him a car. Darox decided to go with a smile. But that smile looked rude and mean, but he didn't know.

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hello mr. funny man i've heard all your jokes
but the jokes on you if you don't know your jokes are getting old 'round here
the moment you begin to try is when the humor dries up
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ooc = i figured Jayden can see the smile more like a rude smirk, that way they start arguing?