January Fallyn D6

Pure blue eyes, glowing blonde hair, and a freckle here and there. I guess I got all the looks before my parents left. They always say I look great, even pass for wonderful. But I think it's average compared to February. That's wonderful, I guess you could say perfect. Tall, I guess, at 6'3. A little taller than Marc. But his eyebrows are the best. Makes me a little jealous.

I guess I'm muscular. My legs look good, and my arms are nice. I guess when you're tall in a medium that's what you get. But it's far from perfect. Marc is much stronger, by a landslide. But I'm faster, definitely faster. He can punch but I can run. I just wish I had a better torso. I'm not fat, but I wish I were a little thinner.

I never wanted to be the leader, but I guess that's what I've become. I gave them a home, I got to love each other(some more than others), and have kept them going. I guess that's what it takes to make a leader, so I guess I fit the cut. I just wanted to keep us going and strong, not to lead, does that make sense? Well even if it doesn't I'm not a good leader. My plans are crazy, but still ingenious, and when we fight, it leaves a lasting scar. There might not be better choices for a leader, but I rarely think I'm a good enough one.

Marchello snaps about his past, but I have no reason to. I don't even remember who my parents were, much less do I care. They abandoned me before I could even talk. I don't care about them, never have never will. He's smart and can lead, a little, but he has a hothead. I understand his reasons, but not his goals. A fight only causes more problems, but if he wants to try to prove himself like that, I'll allow him.

I don't understand why some of the group has trouble with jobs. Me and February do just fine with jobs. Well, I have a job, and she does "favors". I don't even want to get into that. I get some money, not a lot, but enough. I mean, I take stock and care for ELEVEN OTHER PEOPLE, so what do you expect. With February's help and the others bringing a LITTLE cash helps us to keep going though.

I wish I had more of February's time, but I understand why I don't. And my mood swings don't help either. I just wish the others will be more open with each other, like Julyan. I'm not gonna make him tell about his past, but I do urge him to. Why do we have to be so secretive anyways, we're all just one big family, right?

I don't remember much of my toddlerhood. I just remember my parents got rid of me before I could talk. I lived on the streets for a little before getting sent to the community home. I was always the smartest, street wise, and strongest of my age. I lived there till 12 and I found out I could get reaped. I still went to the reaping just in case, but ran away from the home. I couldn't live there anymore I than I could fly.

I did good on the street. I found a building that was empty and became at home. I got what I could from houses without getting caught, mainly taking food and old clothes. I eventually got a job as a delivery boy and got money legally. I was able to stay alive without being sent back to the home, that's what matters.

At 17 I found Marc. He was on the same job as me, delivering flour. He always looked tired when he got to work, so I let him stay with me. Then we found Julyan. Marc didn't want to take him in, but he needed our help, so I let him stay. We started finding more like us until the building was to small. I found an abandoned house during my stealing and we moved in. When I turned 19 I signed up for legal permission to take care of them and I was accepted as there adopted "father". I'm worried that one of them will get reaped. We've never done tessera, but they can still get reaped, even December.

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