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|We| ~All Fall~ |Down| {Clover} Dec 30, 2011 7:00:32 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Dec 30, 2011 7:00:32 GMT -5

"Our scars have the power to remind us that the past is real."
Jinx Nimick

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He winced slightly as he set his arms on the armrests of the chair. Jinx remembered that earlier that day he had burned himself again with the cigarettes he used for his wrists only. At least he had taken the time to bandage them and wrap them up with gauze, or else they would have hurt a heck of a lot worse, or so he knew from trial and error, and lots of experience. His arms slightly throbbed as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table in front of his love seat, his three boy cousins sitting on the couch closer to the TV and the girl somewhere else around the house. His parents were on business across the District, so he had to leave his house and stay at his uncle's house for a week, and he knew he couldn't live that long without having to use a kitchen knife, so like the fool he was, he brought his stuff with him.

Flipping through the channels and finding some reruns of the Hunger Games, he pressed the button just in time to see Mace Emberstatt board the hovercraft to come home. According to the TV guide, the next Games they were showing were the 58th, and Jinx wasn't too big of a fan of those. Aw shit, now there's nothing good on T.V anymore. I need to find something to do. Rolling his eyes, he threw the remote at his cousins so they could find something to do. They hastily took the remote, each of them fighting over who had the right to flip through the channels first. Jinx snorted as he hastily left the room, going to his bedroom to ~~light up another cigarette~~ read or do anything that would entertain Jinx for awhile.

As his bare feet pattered down the hall, he heard the clinking and crashing of items. His eyebrows knit together as he looked in all of the rooms that were leading up to his, but alas, nobody or nothing were in any of the empty rooms. Every room he came across was empty and unoccupied, except for another room with his parents and his uncle, but he left them alone instead of demanding what the noise was - he would just have to find out for himself. Jinx was certain that something was happening in his room, but what - he had no idea and almost didn't want to know.

Storming into the room, he found his cousin Clover with his box that he kept his knife and cigarettes. The little black box that he had kept so well hidden in a place where he thought nobody could ever discover was now in her possession, in her hands. The things that scarred up his arms, yet helped him through rough were now in Clover's possession. He didn't want anybody to know; if anybody knew they would make him stop, and that was the only thing that helped him get through daily life. Hurting himself, in its own little way, was the way he kept himself alive. And he didn't want some twelve year old brat letting her mouth run about it, taking away the only thing he looked forward to anymore.

"What the fuck are you doing with that?" [/justify] [/blockquote]

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Ally: obviously the B, R, I, K, N, O, P, and E, are silent, and it's pronounced "Fabulicious."

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|We| ~All Fall~ |Down| {Clover} Dec 30, 2011 17:52:17 GMT -5

Post by clover ❁ on Dec 30, 2011 17:52:17 GMT -5

Clover Felice

Clover smiled sweetly as she leaned into the window. Pressing her face up against the cool glass, she watched as her cousin crossed the street and knocked on the front door directly below her. Jinx. She waited a few moments until she could hear footsteps and the frantic sounds of her brothers opening the door for their relative. She then took one last look at the snow-covered street and smiled to herself. Minutes later she was tiptoeing down the stairs and into te living room. Unseen. Undetected. Not because she was so great at sneaking around, although she was quite accomplished. Simply because nobody really cared for her. It was probably best that way, she concluded sulkily as she reached the stairwell and thundered down the second flight in a bid to be noticed. Nobody came, so she went back to tediously padding across the carpet, her bare toes enveloped in the lusciously soft material with every quiet step. Pressing her body against the white marble wall, the girl slipped into the sitting room unnoticed. Her brothers where sitting lazily in front of the television, watching some over-repeated re-run of a previous Games. Usually Clover would have stopped to watch, to enjoy the very best moments, however right now she was on a mission. When Clover was on a mission, she would not stop until it was complete.
She wanted to open that box.
So she would. First, though, she needed to get her hands on it. That was how it came to be that the tiny twelve-year old snuck around the back of the large comfy chair that her cousin was sitting on, and waited. She could faintly see his reflection in the screen of the television, and she watched as he set his arms down on the armrests of the chair, winced, and lifted them up again. She watched as he made a subconscious face at the Games before him, tossing the remote to her brothers. As they scrambled for it, each eager to change the channel to their favorite past games - perhaps their great-uncle won many years their previous - Jinx's eyes were fixed upon them.
So Clover took her chance. Snatching the box swiftly from beside her cousins arm, the girl tiptoed out of the room and began to race up the stairs as fast as her feet could carry her. Taking a deep breath and leaning over the banister, she could see that her cousin was getting up and heading up the stairs - however he did not seem to have seen her.
Suddenly afraid, the small child slipped into a small sitting room - one of twelve her family owned, and silently slipped open the box.
She gaped at what was inside, and then smirked. She had something to hold against her cousin at last. Meaning to set the box back where she had found it, Clover picked it up.
At that moment, the door swung open and her cousin entered, screaming something that Clover cared nothing for.
She smiled up at him, batting her eyelids.
"Explain."

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|We| ~All Fall~ |Down| {Clover} Dec 30, 2011 20:08:48 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Dec 30, 2011 20:08:48 GMT -5

"Our scars have the power to remind us that the past is real."
Jinx Nimick

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His eyes were as wide as they could go, but as far as his facial expression, it was a mixture of a stony glare and a surprised glance. A small bit of fear formed in the pit of his stomach as she sweetly batted her blonde eyelashes at the black-haired boy. He knew what she was capable of, he knew the way she trained; when she had a hold of knives - or any other weapon, for that matter - she was a clever girl who could take down some people that were older than her. When she was in the training room, all hell broke loose, and she knew that he knew it, and she was using it against him. She was also using what was in the box against him. How would I explain this to her?

He tried to come up with something, anything that didn't involve him saying that he used them against himself. How about he's holding it for a friend? She isn't that stupid. How about its for self defense? But what about the ciggarettes? How about someone slipped it into his bag? No, she's seen it already, and he knew it, or else she wouldn't have gotten the bright idea to go poking through his shit anyway.

"Um... it's..." Jinx knew that he had to come up with something quick, but nothing came to him. He briefly became angry with himself for not being able to hide the one thing that gave him relief. Brilliant. At the time when I really need a fucking excuse I can't even come up with one. Great. Just fucking great.

With nothing left to do, as the time for excuses had already ended, he stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. An angry look played upon his face as he looked down upon his cousin Clover who still seemed to have a 'I know what you did' look on her face, the box that held the knife and cigarettes firmly within her grasp. Snatching it away from her would have been useless; she already knew what was in the black box, and she could still tell Jinx's parents and then they would sort through his stuff until they found the things that Clover would blab about.

"Clover, you shouldn't go through my bag. And besides, why the hell did you go through my bag?" Changing the subject was something Jinx did all the time, so it was almost an impulse to say so. He almost put his fingers crossed, hoping that Clover would somehow give him the box and let the subject drop, but a small part in him knew that she was devious; she never gave up and it would take some real convincing or smooth talking to seal her lips. [/blockquote] [/justify]

Ally: obviously the B, R, I, K, N, O, P, and E, are silent, and it's pronounced "Fabulicious."

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|We| ~All Fall~ |Down| {Clover} Dec 30, 2011 22:59:02 GMT -5

Post by clover ❁ on Dec 30, 2011 22:59:02 GMT -5

Clover Felice

Clover Felice looked up at her cousin, and the older boy looked back at her. She knew she had the upper-hand, after all. She always did. The girl would only get herself into a situation like this if she knew that she was holding the bargaining chip, the price, the weapon with which she could hurt someone the most. Clover already knew what was going on with Jinx - the fun was not in finding out, but getting what she wanted from him in return for her sealed lips and sweet smiles. Never would she go back on a promise, but rarely did the manipulative girl make them. It was up the the person on the receiving end of one of her deals whether to take the chance or suffer the consequences. They always took the chance, for when some afraid person faced the sugar-sweet little girl, there was nothing to do but hope.
Playing with people, for Clover, was like a sport. An elaborate game she roped others into, knowing that she always held the winning hand. She did not cheat - oh no - she was just practised. The element of surprise was something she valued greatly in her little games. For example, how could Jinx ever have known when he crossed the snowy street that morning that she would have already set her plans into action? How would he have known, as he flicked between re-runs of games passed, that she was sneaking toward him, slipping the prize away from him and slipping back up the stairs, a smile on her face. Her plans had not gone as well as they might have, but sitting on the soft carpet and looking at the fearful expression in her cousins eyes, the girl knew she had done well.
Easy prey.
Beaming up at the boy, Clover blinked. Suddenly she changed her expression to one of deepest concern and worry. She was not a stupid child - far from it. She always knew exactly what she was playing for. The girl watched with delight in her heart as her cousin struggled tio find words to console her. He knew her too well. It was the strangers who actually believed her little-girl pretence who where the funnest to mess with. Of course, it did not matter. Her cousin scrambled for words, finally unconvincingly changing the subject.
"Clover, you shouldn't go through my bag. And besides, why the hell did you go through my bag?" he said, fear in his features. Clover watched his black fringe sway in the breeze, so different to her own blonde locks. Her own family. Estranged. Different.
Biting her lip as though in terror, she let out a little sob. A shudder ran through her body and a perfect, shining tear spilled down her cheek. "I...I didn't mean to. I was just so worried about you..."

They both knew she was lying, however Clover let another fat tear well up in her eye and make a long, twisted tear-track on her pink, round cheek. The box was still balanced in Clovers tiny hands.[/justify][/size][/color][/blockquote]

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|We| ~All Fall~ |Down| {Clover} Dec 30, 2011 23:56:05 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Dec 30, 2011 23:56:05 GMT -5

"Our scars have the power to remind us that the past is real."
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The tear that ran down Clover's cheek was as fake and deceiving as when he would put a smile on his pale face to make others believe he was happy. She knew that he knew it was a fake act of concern, but hey, to her it must have at least been an effort to trick him, but he refused to believe it. He knew her well enough. She was one of those girls that found dirt on you, then she would shove it down your throat until you gave in to her demands. Out of all of my secrets, all of them, she has to pick this one? She has to pick the biggest fucking secret of mine? Damn bitch is going to be so manipulative when she grows up, swear on my life.

At that moment, he knew that he would have had to pay in to her demands in exchange for sewn lips. He didn't want to do it, but that was the only way he could ever vent and let out anger. It was like an artist does to a blank canvas; they paint their feelings on a canvas. But like him, and also different from him, they had to choose between knives and pens, and it was easy to tell who chose which. He seriously didn't want to do whatever she wanted him to do, but then again, what could a little girl of only twelve years want with a boy five years older than her? It couldn't be that bad, but again, this was Clover he was dealing with, and to be completely honest, she was a psycho bitch child. No other way to word it. Well, she's figured it out. I guess I don't have any choice as to what I do anymore...

Jinx looked behind him at the doorknob, right above it a silver colored lock to the room was placed. Flipping the lock, he left his stance in front of the door, and he passed Clover who still had the box balanced in her hands so he could sit on the bed next to her. He put his elbows on his knees and his face partially in his hands. He winced slightly as he did so, as he remembered he accidentally scratched up to his elbow, but he didn't care. Plopping your arms at full speed on the armrests of a chair hurt more than putting your arms on your legs.

Cracking his neck, he leered slightly over Clover, trying to at least find out what she wanted before she left the room with his stuff. He thought of everything he could possibly offer her. The possibilities ran through his mind, but he could only come up with two. Either she wanted something from him, or she wanted him to do something. Neither of them seemed all that pleasant to Jinx, but as long as she gave him back his stuff ~~without her harming him, may I add~~ he didn't care what would happen to him.

"Okay, Clover, so I bet you pretty much understand what those are intended for. What can I do to make you not tell anyone about this? Do you want me to tell you a secret? Do you wanna see my arms? What? Just tell me." [/blockquote] [/justify]

Ally: obviously the B, R, I, K, N, O, P, and E, are silent, and it's pronounced "Fabulicious."

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|We| ~All Fall~ |Down| {Clover} Jan 1, 2012 19:50:53 GMT -5

Post by clover ❁ on Jan 1, 2012 19:50:53 GMT -5

Clover watched with a deceiving look etched all over her features. Her cousin knew her too well to be fooled, but there was not a single other soul in Panem that would distrust her concern. Not her father. Never he brothers. None of her friends.
Only Jinx.
Not really caring whether the boy believed her pretences or not, Clover shot him a confused look. She wasn't about to stop playing her game now - not when so much was resting on what she said next. She heard his words as though he was speaking to her from somewhere far away. An offering. A secret. A favor. Never enough. Clover didn't want to know his secrets - anything she didn't know she could find out. She cared not for favours - she was perfectly capable of doing anything she wished to do herself. No. What she wanted - what she had wanted from the beginning - was power.
Power over he cousin. Power over the boy who was impossible to control.
To Clover's twisted little mind, every person was a challenge. A task to complete - a code to crack - a game to win. And, looking up into her cousins eyes, she had won.
There was fear there. Anger, maybe. And something else. Hatred? Disgust?
Clover cared not. Instead, she blinked innocently up at the boy, curled a honey-blonde lock of hair around her finger and frowned.
"Your arms?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise and hidden malice. She shook her head. Staring at her cousin, the small girl made sure that he was staring right back. Without a word, she slipped the knife from the box, slid it under her sleeve and closed the box silently. Keeping her eyes fixed on her cousins, she handed the box back to him, sure that he could not have seen what she had done.
Smiling, she blew an impatient bubble with her strawberry-flavoured gum.

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|We| ~All Fall~ |Down| {Clover} Jan 2, 2012 6:40:16 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Jan 2, 2012 6:40:16 GMT -5

"Our scars have the power to remind us that the past is real."
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Clover, in her own little way, was special. She was like one of those evil, conniving teenagers that you would see in a high school; always plotting against other students/teachers, always looking for a way to somehow get somebody even if they didn't have any good, reasonable reason as for doing so. They only wanted power. They wanted control. They wanted the other person involved in their plans to know that they had control over them. But the thing that actually killed Jinx on the inside was the fact that a girl, five years younger than him who was the age of twelve, had her ropes wrapped around him in a bond he knew he couldn't escape.

When she spoke the two simple words, commenting on his arms, he felt a bit frustrated. Doesn't she know that I'm not stupid? It's not like I haven't been there, done that. He was surprised that she was still putting up with her games and acting even though she knew that he could see through her acts. And yet, even though they were both aware that Jinx wasn't fooled, she chose to continue with her little games. I can't believe she has actually done this for this long. You would think she would take the hint that I don't fall for it.

Putting his scratched up forearms on his legs and clasping his hands together, he almost didn't realize that Clover had been generous enough to actually give him back the little box without a bribe or a threat. Looking down at her with a gentle face, a more softer face than he had before, and his blue eyes had a duller quality than before with a less intensified seemliness.

"Clover, I'm sorry that you have to know this. This is the only thing that honestly gives me relief from stress and anxiety and everything. Ever since your cousin Freya died... it's been like this. Thanks for understanding, Clover." [/blockquote] [/justify]

Ally: obviously the B, R, I, K, N, O, P, and E, are silent, and it's pronounced "Fabulicious."