//and never the twain shall meet// [Jimmeh]

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//and never the twain shall meet// [Jimmeh] Jul 22, 2012 16:24:24 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jul 22, 2012 16:24:24 GMT -5

Viridian Harper
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With eyes glued to the screen, Viridian watched his sister. It wasn't hard to tell they were related for each had a shock of blonde hair. They had the trade marks of Careers and, of course, the same name. Harper. They had never really been close. Viridian never saw much of his big sister with her always sneaking around the District getting herself into trouble. Training schedules can be conflicting and the last thing you want to do once your tired body is allowed to leave is hang out with your sibling.

He wished he had. Viridian was angry at himself or not thinking about her more, or talking to her more. Even if she never responded at least he tried. His older, distant sister, the kind that sneaks out of windows on Reaping day. The kind that are excited to go into the Games and forget whoever they leave behind. The switchblade she had given to him before she left was heavy in his pocket. The boy carried it with him everywhere, fidgeting with it, cleaning it. He had to keep it perfect for when Stark came home or else she'd kill him.

She's coming home he told himself over and over. And once she does then you can be a proper brother. The images on the screen kept flipping between three battles. Top six, holding both of District One's tributes. The air was full of excitement. At this rate the District had a one out of three shot at winning. There were benches were citizens could sit and watch the Games but the blonde boy was on his feet, no doubt blocking someone's view with his height. When they have a relative in the Arena, then they can complain.

The coverage finally flipped to Stark fighting off the District Four boy. Viridian's heart flew into his throat, his fingers tight around the switchblade in his pocket. The boy didn't want to miss a second of it. Stark's gaff flew out, ripping a gash in the other tribute's stomach. The younger Harper let out a cheer, waiting for his sister to stab the life out of the kid. However, District four's boy landed a blow on her forehead, she tried to stab back at him but missed. No... Viridian watched wide eyed, waiting for what would happen next when the footage changed to Jae Moreno fighting some little slip of a girl.

"Damn it!" he growled at the screen. He could care less about the other fights, he needed to know if Stark was okay! Others around him cheered for the male representing their District, but Viridian was silent. Come on Stark. Kick his ass! He shouldn't be scared, he knew how capable the eldest Harper child was but still a pit of worry was growing in his stomach. Five more still have to die before she wins, can she last that long?

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//and never the twain shall meet// [Jimmeh] Aug 16, 2012 23:42:43 GMT -5

Post by Jimmeh! on Aug 16, 2012 23:42:43 GMT -5

elspeth anastasia moreno

So many souls packed to watch the spectacle that ruled over so many of District One's dreams. The Hunger Games. And not just any Hunger Games viewing. The final few tributes. The best. And two from District One. For their pleasure at the moment was possibly the only tribute she actually respected in this batch. Stark Harper. A vicious but talented fighter. Someone I actually admired, predominantly, because she took no dirt from anyone. Seemingly fearless. But then, she's never been in a house with me... Definitely worthy of our Reaping. My brother on the other hand...

My thoughts were interrupted as Stark led with a thunderous blow to the stomach, tearing a nice sized chunk out of the Four male's midriff. So much for at home in water there prissy boy. A snarl crosses my face as the blow struck home, hearing the boy sat next to me whoop. I don't look at him, thankfully, because the prettyboy on screen retaliates, finishing the X on her forehead with his harpoon. Talk about your stereotypes. Fishing district boy using a harpoon? None can doubt the effectiveness of his attack though, and Stark's next misses. I hiss at her for her mistake, as though hoping she can hear my disapproval and not do it again. The screen flickers, following a loud outburst from the youth beside me. I still ignore him, for Jae appears on the screen.

Ah Jae. How far you've come. Away from my predations, you're a man now. Hmph, maybe in your head, but to me, you'll always be the terrified little boy, running from the nasty girl in the shadows. My smirk is vicious, watching him with his missing eye, missing hand. And fighting that tiny, pathetic wretch from Three. How she survived I don't know. Why they stuck together boggles my mind further. Mother and father would likely as not be unimpressed by his choice to ally himself with such scum. Worse still, Jae loses first blood. To that. His blow fails to land, and once again, she tears into him with that tiny blade. I hiss, before nodding when his harpoon, unable to be held, attached to his arm directly slammed into her stomach, as she clutched to his weapon.

'Better.' The fact the girl continues to fight astounds me. That wound's probably as big as she is... She coughs blood upon the sand, as she swipes him, blade catching his throat. Again I hiss. That's my job... She has no right... Blood wells in the cut, before they flicker back to Stark and Fitz, Fitz once again pressing the attack against her much abused forehead. I'll give it to him, he's making the most of his advantage. 'If we lose both our tributes today...' My words stop as Stark once again missed. What was she playing at? My disgust manifests itself in a guttural, snarling growl. What I would give to be on those killing fields...

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//and never the twain shall meet// [Jimmeh] Aug 17, 2012 14:35:27 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Aug 17, 2012 14:35:27 GMT -5

Viridian Harper
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It was horrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. Watching the Games had always been exciting for Viridian, the bloodshed, the fights, the betrayal as all fascinating. This year had added a whole other layer to this emotion. The boy watched the Games religiously, not wanting to miss a single second. There was only one tribute he cared for and one alone. All the other kids didn't matter because Viridian was watching the next Victor of the Hunger Games. He was watching the girl who would be the last one standing. He willed her to be.

After a brief break to show the pathetic fight with the girl and the Moreno, the screen started showing the real action. The first shot showing the fish boy slicing into Stark's forehead. Viridian's heart jumped in his throat, almost feeling the pain against his own skin. Come on- take his head off! There was so much talking Viridian didn't know if it was a fight or a date. Ha! He'd have to remember that one when he saw Stark after she got back in One. Of course she'd probably knock his teeth in if he did. The boy started to doubt his sister's ability to knock anything, her weapon slid right past the boy leaving her open to collect another cut up her leg.

"Come on Stark, bash his brains in," his voice was low and determined as if actually giving her encouragement. So collected in his thoughts he didn't even notice the hissing from the girl beside him- someone who if he actually did turn to look at would probably move to avoid.

"— then I swear to you that you'll be at my grave in six months, begging for me to come back and finish the job." Grinning wildly, he watched as her gaff made a new rip in Mr. Ripley. He started cheering, hooting and hollering as his sibling's face filled the screen. She wasn't wearing her usual scowl, it was something else. Just an empty face, wiped clean of any emotion.

And then she died. Quick as that. The boy from four slipped his harpoon into her neck, made a witty remark as the blood spurted from her throat and then the screen switched to the other tribute from One. The cheer was caught in Viridian's throat just like the harpoon in Stark's. Right before his eyes, in front of hundreds of people he watched his sister die.

She couldn't die. She's invincible. She's iron and steel and snark. Not dead. Her switchblade felt heavy in his pocket as if settling into its new home once and for all. She was going to come back. Being a sixteen year old boy, and a Career at that, Viridian didn't allow himself to cry. Who knows what Stark would have done to him for crying in public so he didn't. Just stood there, his eyes still watching the screen but not seeing the fight displayed for the District.

Dead. Gone. Forever. An only child.

"I'm going to throw up," he said to no one in particular, hunching over and staring at the ground. Bile rose in his throat but not enough to hurl, just to make him awful and half way dead himself.

No doubt the whole District was sighing over another failure. Another Career who couldn't cut it, another name, another dead tribute.

Even with his eyes on the ground he could see her, pale skin covered in blood, blue yes and blonde hair just like his. So similar yet so different.

She was supposed to come home.

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