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//what a long day-- [open] Sept 26, 2010 14:03:28 GMT -5

Post by //CRICKET-- on Sept 26, 2010 14:03:28 GMT -5

_{It was a cold September day, the wind coming off the water made the temperature drop even more as it came in big gusts. Those walking through the market pulled their coats closer to their bodies and pulled down their caps. Everyone had a destination and no one stopped to talk. Everyone was just moving, busy, busy, busy. Along the way, people passed by a stall selling fresh fish. Some wrinkled their noses against the harsh fish smell, others glanced the products before turning away, and finally some gave a look of pity at the boy selling the wares.

Dark circles formed under his eyes, showing early mornings of work. His skin, despite it being the beginning of autumn was burned by the sun. A thin jacket covered his skinny frame as he tapped a rhythm on the table with one hand. With the other, he was propping up his head. His blue gaze was glazed over. Someone could run over his stall with a hovercraft and it seemed the boy would not notice.

A cold breeze whipped through the air and Reese shivered underneath his coat. It wasn’t enough to protect him from the approaching cold but it at least gave some warmth. He thought back to the warm home that awaited him once the sun had set. Except, it would be hard to return without any money. He hadn’t sold a single thing through the morning. No one wanted to support the little independent business anymore. The Capitol didn’t really buy from them and neither did most of District Four. None of his regulars decided to stop by that day and it left the young boy in despair.

If he returned to the house without a dime, he would be harassed by his brothers. Even in their older ages, they haven’t given up on beating on the youngest brother. Everything was his fault, which was the philosophy in the family. Without a father to run the business, it was left on the shoulders of four incapable boys. Leon was probably the best qualified but he was busy with his wife, pregnant with their first child and due soon.

The other brothers, Elliot and Garrett possessed the skill to be good fisherman but lacked the willpower and brains to keep the operation moving smoothly. Reese had brought up, once or twice, to maybe shut down the business and apply for work in the commercial fishing companies but the two were stubborn. They wanted to keep their father’s business alive and Reese was being dragged along for the ride. Reese had been taught by his brothers to keep his mouth shut and for now, he really was.

Even if it meant that he was forced to sit outside with the fish. “How much longer do I have to sit here?” Reese questioned himself, catching sight of the sun sitting high above the horizon. ‘A long time.’ His mind answered the question.

At that moment, Reese wished for company. Except, his only friends for the time being were the dead fish who stared at him, eyes fogged over with death. A small breeze picked the cold off the ice chilling the fish and pushed it into Reese’s face. The bitter feel made the boy flinch but the smell was nothing new. He did make a face of disgust though when the smell entered his mouth and stung his tongue. This was going to be a long and quite miserable day.

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notes: The picture on top, I just wanted to see how it looked with the post. I'm sure I won't use it for all of his. I made so it could be a part of a table but since they don't work here, I don't want it to go to waste. xD

Also, this is only an okay post. I just need to adjust to role playing Hunger Games. They will get better.}

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//what a long day-- [open] Sept 26, 2010 14:22:00 GMT -5

Post by clovegoodshot on Sept 26, 2010 14:22:00 GMT -5

_{~Michelle Aquaries

As my body floats on the surface of cool, waving water, I think to myself of how lovely it would be to have some company. My heart races for a boy, a cute, lonely, nice boy. The kind of boy my father wanted me to have before he was killed. Before I was left to my mother, and my step-father. They don't care about me as much as they should. I am just there. They give me money. Some people would love that. I don't care for it.As I sway and think, I take in the weather. Beautiful sun, a cool breeze, sweet scent of flowers and ocean wind in the air.
Then a scream escapes my lips as as huge gust of AIR flies over the water. I turn over and swim quickly to the shore, now absolutely freezing from the quick changing weather.
I wrap my clothes, towel, and jacket around myself as I hop away from the rocks that they laid on while I swam.

As I finally arrive in the Square, I look for friends to chat with. Lots of people I know beckon for me to come hang out with them, but my attention is caught.

On a boy.

A boy with a beautiful, handsome face, sharp black hair. Eyes that glow all the way to where I stand. My legs walk towards him, to the booth that he runs, without thinking. Wait! What am I doing? I don't know him! What if he has a girlfriend? A wife even? He looks to young about my age. I doubt he is married yet.

My light brown hair waves off my shoulders in the wind, and my lips mouth the word that many people say to greet someone. I am saying it to check if I can still even speak after seeing this boy. Where has he been my entire life? But I must think. I don't know him.

Is he nice?

Is he straight?

Is he respectable?

Will he take care of me if somehow a miracle occurs, and he likes me, too?

These questions linger in my head for awhile before my feet position themselves towards him. I take a deep breathe, and step by step make my way to him.

But what will I say? What will I do? Should I introduce myself? Be flirty? Seductive?

I think of Tributes in the Games, and of their angles. HOW do they choose?

I should just be myself, a voice in my head tells me. So I am. My angle is Michelle. I just hope he likes her.

"Hi, um, could you tell what the price is for this cloth?"

What a lame introduction.

OOC: Sorry for the shortness, I don't have a ton of muse at the moment! But I should later}

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//what a long day-- [open] Sept 26, 2010 14:42:55 GMT -5

Post by CC is SO Sorry D: on Sept 26, 2010 14:42:55 GMT -5

Nila wandered around aimlessly. Now that her arm was broken, she honestly didn't have much to do. She felt her strength slowly coming back (it had been almost a month now), but she was still only allowed to train five times a week, and only for three hours. The doctors were worried that the training arena was so crowded that she could be hit by someone. Not that there was much to do anyways. Nila had spent those three hours each day running or on lower-body machines. She had to keep her strength, after all. The Games didn't wait for anyone.

It was a rainy day. Cold, gray, drizzly. Nila was walking in areas of the district she had never really been in before, because they were simply too poor or smelly. She hardly cared now. The market could actually be fascinating, if you got past all of the fish eyes staring at you. Nila, of course, didn't have an issue with them. She was trained to kill people, after all. What was a dead fish going to do to her?

She sloshed through the puddles, observing the people around her uninterestedly. It was a habit of hers, to analyze people. Determine how long they would last in the Games, how long they would be able to fight against her, what exactly they would do if they were thrown in the arena. It was good practice for reading tributes when she was in the Games. She wanted to know exactly what they would be thinking, exactly how they were feeling, and exactly what they would do. It was a skill acquired with time.

Her father had recently been paying more attention to her, now that she was training again. He was still cold and stand-off-ish, compared to before, but at least it was something. Nila hadn't really realized before how important it was to her that her father always needed to be focused on her, simply because he always had. It was strange to think that she actually had enjoyed the harsh training he put her through. She worked harder than any other Career in the arena.

Strangely enough, she didn't really miss her father yelling at her all of the time, though. Nila was capable enough to stick to her schedule by herself; she didn't need her father for it. His words were mostly unhelpful anyways. She knew when she did something wrong, and she knew how to fix it. She didn't need anyone to tell her.

But she was still glad to have his attention back on her. She was worried that Gavin, who was physically capable and apparently training for the Games himself, would command their father's attention towards himself. She couldn't have Gavin thinking that he was actually...loved or something. It wouldn't due if they were to be in the Games together next year. Gavin felt abandoned enough that Nila believed he would crumble in the Games. She couldn't wait.

But, alas, she had to. The Games were still months away, and she still had to heal. And train. Time was running out.

So why exactly am I here? she wondered to herself. Oh, yeah. Doctors. The idiots, who insisted that she must be depressed and miserable. And pathetic. She couldn't forget that one. After all, it was the word that described her best right now.

She sat down on a bench next to a boy who looked equally pathetic. He was probably a couple years younger than her, she decided. He had tanned-looking skin, like a fisherman or sailer. Considering he was holding stinky-smelling fish, it was definitely the former. He was skinny to an unhealthy point, and Nila thought that he probably rarely had food. So...why exactly didn't he eat the fish he was holding? She pondered the thought for a few moments.

When she failed to come up with an answer besides stupidity, she rolled her eyes. "Hello," she asked, uninterestedly, deciding to be civil. After all, they were equally pathetic, so there were no hard feelings. And she just really didn't have anything else to do.

Belatedly, she realized that there was actually already a girl standing in front of him, talking, and looking just as pathetic and nervous for no reason. Nila rolled her eyes at the girl. Had she randomly just walked up to this guy, probably not having spoken to him before, with a crush? It was so obvious, Nila felt like puking. People these days. Girls just really had no pride, did they?

Nila coughed very loudly and awkwardly. "Obvious much?" she asked quickly, looking in the opposite direction with wide eyes, raised eyebrows, and a small smile. Oh, how she loved tormenting people.

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//what a long day-- [open] Sept 26, 2010 15:15:10 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Sept 26, 2010 15:15:10 GMT -5

(OMG CC IS USING MY PIC)

Gavin Doherty

The air is cold and unforgiving. Just the way I like it. I can see the grey clouds rolling across the sky. It's possible that it might rain today. But still, it'd be a good day for fisherman. Aren't fish supposed to go to the top of the water when it rains? Eh, whatever. I don't really pay attention to details like that during work anyways.

I feel... Well I actually feel pretty damn fantastic today. I mean, it's not like I'm going to smile any time soon or anything, but still. I feel pretty fricking good about myself today. I creamed the instructor at fencing today. It was epic. His face when I ripped off his mask and pretended to impale him between the eyes was hilarious. I might even go buy ice cream or something - I'm that ecstatic.

I stroll towards the town square. Am I actually humming a tune? I think so. Wow, am I easy to please sometimes or-

Damn it, my sister's here.

Nila Doherty is the bane of my existence. I hate her with a burning passion that wouldn't able to be put out if all thirteen fire brigades of the districts and the Capitol were to arrive and spray me with jets of really cold water.

It's all her fault that she's dead you know. What, you don't know who I'm referring to? Fine. My mother died during childbirth, and since Nila was the last one to be born, well it's obviously her fault. And what makes it worse is that my father actually talks to her. In fact, he outright ignores me, and spends all his time training my stupid twin sister how to kill people with various household objects, like rubber bands and pliers.

And I'm left all alone. I have to fend for myself. At least I'm old enough to get a job though. But instead, I'm going to win those Hunger Games. I don't want to be a pathetic piece of crap whose father doesn't love him for the rest of my life. I want to be a victor - they have all of the glory. All of their family loves them. They're accepted into society. They're rich. And I want all of these things. But since my sister has the same goal, well... Let's just say that we don't have the best of friends kind of relationship that some twins have. Sort of the opposite actually.

But still, I will not let her ruin my day this time. Is she actually speaking to someone? Ha, more like torturing them. It's sort of obvious that the girl is attempting to start a conversation with the boy with the really unhealthy skin. Wow. How does one have really light and really dark skin right next to each other in the first place? What, does he ever go inside?

I quickly waltz over to their location - near a smelly fish stall. Eyuck. It reeks. Is the guy selling fish? Well then they should have chosen somebody who had less revolting skin. Seriously.

"What'cha guys doing, eh? Trying to flirt with the multi-skin toned boy over here, eh girl?"

"Oh, hello Nila."

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//what a long day-- [open] Sept 26, 2010 15:20:25 GMT -5

Post by //CRICKET-- on Sept 26, 2010 15:20:25 GMT -5

_{Reese was surprised when he was approached. No one ever approaches the boy. More than often, he looks to be asleep. Or dead, he had been shaken awake from time to time by a worried passerby. He was skinny, not because he didn’t eat but because of long hours. Even though Reese didn’t think he looked too deathly, obviously others saw differently.

Except for this girl.

She was pretty; he had to hand her that but her bright aura almost blinded him. Reese could be a cheerful person himself but those that saw a half glass full all the time got on his nerves. He had a feeling that this girl was one of them. To him, their bright personalities were nice and warming at first but eventually, he would get annoyed and walk away. Reese was a nice person but once someone bothered him, he found it better to walk away before he discovered his nasty side. If he had one.

"Hi, um, could you tell what the price is for this cloth?" She asked of him. Reese could only raise an eyebrow in response. He didn’t sell cloth.

“I sell fish, not cloth.” He corrected her, waving a hand to the day’s catch. He wasn’t in the mood for someone to say something stupid to him. This person was just wasting his time. If they didn’t want fish from him, there was nothing else he could offer.

Reese gave the girl a hard look before he jumped a couple inches off the bench as someone sat down beside him. Just the same as him, she looked bored and uninterested in what was going on around her. Reese would’ve been friendlier with this girl if he hadn’t noticed the broken arm in a cast and the fact that she was more muscular than he was.

It wasn’t that Reese didn’t think girls could be muscular; it was the fact that this girl was burlier than even some of his brothers. ‘A career!’ His mind spat out the word and Reese felt a bit sick to his stomach. He didn’t approve of the monster that was the Hunger Games and here was a girl trained to fight to the death for glory. What horrible person signed her up for that?

The fisherboy expected the career to ignore him but rather, she actually greeted him. It was a simple Hello that Reese was unsure if he should answer. For one, he was already terrified by her. He had a feeling she could snap his leg like a twig if she had the use of both of her arms. Second, he didn’t want to insult her if the wrong thing came out of his mouth. She wasn’t in fighting condition but her friends probably were.

“Hi.” He gave the simple word, not giving anything that could possibly start conversation. The last thing the boy wanted was to have to continue a chat with a grumpy-looking career.

Reese watched as the girl’s eyes went from his self to the other girl. "Obvious much?" She coughed loudly, her eyes locked on the other with a smile. Reese was currently lost, what was so obvious. He looked to the face of the other girl, she looked nervous but why? Also, something about it disgusted the other girl.

Why was it that Reese could never understand those of the female persuasion? Or, understand just about everyone in general?

"What'cha guys doing, eh? Trying to flirt with the multi-skin toned boy over here, eh girl?" The new voice answered his question. A new boy, one much bigger and stronger looking than Reese himself. He poked fun at Reese’s mottled skin enough that the boy subconsciously hid his hand from view where a big patch of brown could be seen.

What really caught his attention though was flirting. This girl was flirting with him? Reese would have never been able to tell unless someone, like this boy, hadn’t pointed it out to him. Really though, flirting? With him? He wasn’t worth the time. He had no interest in a girlfriend; he was fifteen and trying to run a fishing business. He had no time for anyone else in his life.

As the boy greeted the Career as Nila, Reese had one name. Two more to go. He didn’t like talking to people without having names to work with but he was often too shy to ask. Some of his regular customers, he still didn’t know their names.

“I’m still lost.” Reese muttered, mostly to himself. He was still unsure of what to do with this sudden group of people around his stall.

OoC:
Reese is a man of many words. C: /sarcasm}

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//what a long day-- [open] Sept 28, 2010 20:53:57 GMT -5

Post by clovegoodshot on Sept 28, 2010 20:53:57 GMT -5

I am quickly accused of flirting and my mind as well as my body shifts its attention to the boy accusing me. My hand twitches to slap him, but I restrain myself. He is embarrassing me in front of a boy that I very much like.

"Excuse me, but I would rather not deal with someone like you right now. Someone trying to accuse someone of something that I didn't and isn't doing so you can seem like your cool though we all know your not."

And that is all I say before I turn back to the attractive boy, and put what I am sure is way too much money for fish on his lap. I use all of the money in my purse to get his attention. I doubt that my father would approve of this, considering I worked so hard for all this money. But I can tell that this boy is so sweet; He deserves it. Every last penny.

*Has NO muse*

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//what a long day-- [open] Sept 30, 2010 19:42:02 GMT -5

Post by CC is SO Sorry D: on Sept 30, 2010 19:42:02 GMT -5

Damn it, my brother's here, was Nila's first thought when she saw Gavin. He seemed to gleefully skip over to join their already too-large party, and Nila almost slumped her shoulders before she realized that would be a sign of defeat. Instead, she narrowed her eyes in a threatening fashion, trying to make it known to him that she absolutely hated his guts. As if he didn't already know.

"Hello, brother dearest. Still as pathetic as ever?" she asked snidely in response to his greeting. Oh, dear god, she couldn't stand her brother. He came over at the absolute worst of times, trying to ruin her life. At least she had been feeling moderately content with her pathetic-ness before he waltzed in.

The thing was, with Gavin came awkward thoughts about her mother. Nila had always ignored the feeling that just perhaps she was missing out on something. It was hard to pinpoint the exact thing, but Nila sometimes thought that maybe having a mother wouldn't be so bad. Maybe, if she had a mother, someone would actually care about her mental well-being and not just physical. Her father, well...she honestly didn't need him anymore. And he obviously didn't want her.

But...ugh. Well, at least she wasn't as plain stupid as the girl. Even as pathetic and defeated as she was, Nila still felt utterly superior to...whatever her name was. In fact, Nila was close to laughing at her. She was so idiotic, protesting that she wasn't doing something she so clearly was. She was flirting with (or trying to) this mottled-skinned boy, there was no denying it.

"You isn't doing it?" Nila asked in a mocking tone, because the girl was using incorrect grammar. Nila was relatively intelligent, and she relished in embarrassing people. She jumped on any chance to humiliate someone, because it was such an enjoyable thing to do. If she couldn't be training, at least she was ruining someone's day. It was only fair, after all. Her life sucked right now, and she was better than everyone else, so their lives should suck more. It was common logic.

Nila looked towards the boy at the stall, who looked terrified of her. Nila smirked. It was fitting. He should be horrified of all of the things she could do to him. She could snap his body in mere seconds, if she wanted. He seemed to have no muscles to speak of. In fact, he was altogether unnoticeable.

Strangely enough, he was the only one who didn't annoy her right now.

Honestly, the girl was just plain annoying. Nila has sized her up in a few seconds. Not too strong-looking, simple-minded, and altogether boring. There was nothing interesting about her. The confused (stupid) boy wouldn't last long in the Games either (he wasn't perceptive enough), but at least he wasn't an indignant bitch. Honestly.

And then there was Gavin, but her feelings about her brother were pretty clear. She was going to destroy him. She was going to crush him coldly with the hand of justice. And it would be justice, because it was only fair that she would win. After all, she had dedicated her entire goddamned life to the Games.

Her precious Games. Nothing could be of more importance to her. Every thought that circled through her brain came back to the Games. She couldn't stop thinking about how important they were to her. She couldn't stop thinking of everyone's chances in the Games. Or her own chances. Which weren't very high right now.

Nila slumped into the bench.

ooc: Rushed. Sorry.

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//what a long day-- [open] Sept 30, 2010 21:57:41 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Sept 30, 2010 21:57:41 GMT -5

"I isn't doing it?"

Ha. I almost burst out laughing. If there's one thing that I can label myself as, it's being a grammar nazi. Ha. This girl's really dumb. She wouldn't last one day in the Games. She doesn't think. While I'd know exactly how to correctly word my speech. The correct term in this case is "I wasn't doing that." Ha. Looks like Nila and I are on the same side for once.

Until now. I'm not pathetic. I never was pathetic, and never will be. I'll kill myself if I'm not reaped for the games. Seriously. I'm not going to end up like those lousy fisherman who were Careers and didn't get reaped. Nope, I'm going in there, and I'm fighting to the death if I have to. Because I'm going to be the victor, and Nila will bow before me.

I glance over at the weird skin dude, who's hiding a large tan spot with his other hand. He doesn't have to hide it. It actually looks pretty cool. But It's not like I'm going to actually say that. What would people think if I said "Hey, I really like your skin, it's all white and tan and stuff." No. So I'll make fun of it instead. After all, insulting people makes me feel better, so why not? I'm already in an extremely out-of-character good mood.

I take my cigarettes out of my pocket. Ah, my trusty cigarettes, always here to help me relax a bit. Not like I need relaxing now, but I just want a quick pick-me-up. After all, I can't really insult someone in the best way possible without feeling completely and utterly relaxed. Being this laid back helps me just churn insult after insult out at people, especially Nila.

I get my cigarettes from this fisherman named Morty. He's around fifty years old, give or take ten years. And he doesn't give a damn as to who buys his cigarettes. He makes these cigarettes with ingredients from all over District 4. But you see, you're not supposed to ask what's in them. If you do, he simply leaves the corner of the street that he's selling them on.

Morty has a strict schedule every month. He'll switch streets every week, moving to the adjacent neighborhood to sell his goods. Sometimes, he's got other stuff at his stand, like mushrooms. Or if he's really lucky, he'll have some morphling in stock. But I only want the cigarettes. They pack a punch.

When I first ventured over to his stand, I was fourteen. He looked at me and laughed for a while. It was ridiculous to him - a fourteen year old wanting a pack of cigarettes. Usually he'd be selling his wares to a bunch of broke fisherman. You see, Morty has really cheap stuff. They stink, but they're dirt-cheap. But he's known for his cigarettes. In fact, he's renowned for them. He apparently soaks the cigarettes in flavored smoke, giving them their signature kick.

But anyways, when I first stared at him, he continued to laugh for what seemed like eternity. In reality, it was probably only two minutes or so. But I was doing something illegal for the first time in my life. I was jittery. My legs were shaking, I was looking around, to make sure that there were no peacekeepers in the area.

"Kid, relax. Here, have a pack, on the house."

And that got me hooked. Every two weeks I'd meet him at his stand, and buy the same pack of cigarettes. We're pretty friendly actually. He's the only adults that I actually respect. Well, besides my father of course.

I take a long, slow whiff of the cigarette, letting the toxins evenly distribute through my quickly deteriorating lungs. Yes, I know that I'm hurting myself in the long run. But hey, if I'm victor, I'll be able to afford treatment for lung cancer, or throat cancer. Or any cancer actually. Victors are loaded with cash, and I'll be sure to save some for medical expenses.

I blow the large puff of smoke over my companions. I like seeing people's expressions when they're forced to breathe in a puff of what I like to call "Morty Smoke". Expressions range from pure disgust, to nausea, to a gleam in their eye that screams "addict". I make sure to blow an extra amount of smoke at my twin sister. I like seeing her reactions the most.

What, now the kid doesn't know what's going on? Wow. He's really oblivious, isn't he. Fail.

"You really couldn't tell that she was flirting? Dude, I'm asexual, and even I know that she was trying to get in your pants."

Oh shizz. Did I just reveal that I'm asexual? I think I did.

Damn.

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//what a long day-- [open] Oct 1, 2010 15:41:52 GMT -5

Post by //CRICKET-- on Oct 1, 2010 15:41:52 GMT -5

_{"Excuse me, but I would rather not deal with someone like you right now. Someone trying to accuse someone of something that I didn't and isn't doing so you can seem like your cool though we all know your not." Reese raised an eyebrow at the girl’s words. They didn’t make sense to him. For one, her English wasn’t proper, which the girl sitting next to him mocked. The boy, whom the girl addressed coldly, also seemed amused by the mocking going on.

‘I have never seen two people take so much joy in someone else’s pain.’ Reese thought, fidgeting as the situation grew uncomfortable. He didn’t deny though that this girl wasn’t hard to abuse. She was a bit clueless, lacked in English skills, and seemed very affectionate towards himself. This was probably the most unnerving thing. Reese was used to being roughed around and to have to work for things himself. Reese thought this made him a better person, earning everything that he had.

That’s why when the girl gave him a wad of money, completely unexpected, that it pissed him off. Reese was a hard person to tick off but this was nonsense.

"You really couldn't tell that she was flirting? Dude, I'm asexual, and even I know that she was trying to get in your pants." The boy pointed out. Reese ignore the comment of sexually and instead focused on what he said about the girl.

And she was doing this just for the possibility of a kiss. Now that really ticked him off. Standing from his seat, Reese shoved the money back into the girl’s hands. “Look, unless you are buying something, which it doesn’t look like, I don’t want the money.”}

[/b]He muttered. “I’m not a charity case; I don’t want your money.” He said bluntly, giving no room for the girl to argue. No matter how good free money would sound to anyone, Reese didn’t want to owe some random girl. She could keep her money.

Reese was about to say a few more words when a fragrant whiff of smoke shoved them back down his throat. The strong urge to gag came on and Reese had to cover his nose with his arm. “Augh, what the heck is that?” He managed to ask through his arm. Then he noticed the cigarette between the boy’s fingers. That stuff can ruin someone’s body, was the kid looking for a death sentence?

To get below the next puff of smoke, Reese plopped back down on the bench. His anger at the other girl slipped away a bit, more aggravated by the smells assaulting his nose. He also noticed that he was uncomfortably close to the Career girl. She had called him brother dearest? Her brother. “Any chance you can get him to stop smoking that around my stall?” He muttered to her through his arm. Reese doubted that he would get a positive answer. By the way she addressed her brother, they didn’t seem like they were on good terms.

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//what a long day-- [open] Oct 3, 2010 22:21:38 GMT -5

Post by clovegoodshot on Oct 3, 2010 22:21:38 GMT -5

Ganged up on. Bullied. Hurt. Stabbed.

These shitty people are doing this to me. I think not.

I turn on the girl, and ready to hit her, when the boy makes a comment about me trying to get into the boys pants. I really think not. I feel pain well up in my chest and stand there for what must be thirty minutes, but when I stare down at my watch, I realize that it hasn't even been one.

Yet the pain seeps through my inner core, touches my soul, and grabs at my heart strings. They do this to feel better about themselves. I, a well trained, highly rated Career is being made fun of? No.

I let one tear roll down my soul, and turn to the other boy, who made the "pants" comment.

"Listen, fucker. You obviously don't know who you are making fun of here, but it isn't gonna slide, not today."

That is all I say before my fist punches his face as hard as it can, knocking him onto the ground.

*My doggie, Fergie died, REALLY has no muse *

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//what a long day-- [open] Oct 6, 2010 22:16:44 GMT -5

Post by CC is SO Sorry D: on Oct 6, 2010 22:16:44 GMT -5

...Gavin was asexual? What?

"Wait...you're asexual? What?" For once in her life, Nila was totally and completely lost. Her brother was asexual? Her brother? Gavin Doherty, her brother (even if she didn't want him to be) was asexual. She couldn't wrap her mind around the thought. It was so completely and utterly bizarre, and she found herself grasping at straws, trying to understand. It didn't make any sense. Fuck! God, this was so weird. She had never thought of him as asexual. Didn't he screw with girls all the time? Wasn't he a normal, straight guy? (Well, as normal as possible in the Doherty family, which wasn't very normal, of course.)

This had to be the single, strangest thing she had ever heard. It seemed like her world was being turned upside down. She didn't know everything about her brother. How was that possible? She had him completely mapped out, she knew almost every important detail of his miserable, pathetic life. It simply wasn't possible that she didn't know this. But she didn't. Nila couldn't believe it.

His asexuality could change everything she thought she knew about him. It meant that, if they were picked for the Games, he wouldn't have the weakness of loving any random girl. He probably wouldn't get attached at all. In fact, he probably hardly got distracted by anything. Oh, shit. She was in trouble now. This was going to ruin her life.

The spotted boy mumbled something, but Nila didn't bother to listen. She could not believe it, as true as it was. It seemed so impossible. She had never thought of her brother like that, but now she did. For some odd reason, it changed her perspective of him a lot. It's not that she thought it was wrong or anything. (She thought bullying gay people was stupid, and everyone just used homosexuality as a reason to tease. True bitches didn't hide their bitchiness.) She thought it was strange that he didn't find either gender attractive or appealing. It was so odd.

But she had to push it to the side. It wasn't important.

The fish-boy was wrinkling his nose at Gavin's smoking. Nila found herself agreeing with him. She honestly didn't care that he was ruining his body (hey, his dependency on it was good for her), but she was embarrassed that there would be someone so stupid directly related to her. Sharing her same DNA and all that. He could be a real dumbass sometimes.

Then the idiot girl (randomly) almost slapped her. Nila stood in outrage, disbelieving. No one slapped her. Ever. It was a death sentence to do so. It was the single worst thing the imbecile could have possibly done. And then she started going off about how she wasn't one to mess with. God.

"Listen, bitch," Nila said threateningly. "You seem like an idiot. I hope you know that I could kill you with a blindfold over my eyes, my broken arm, and a peg leg, using a rubber band. I would start thinking before you speak. Or, well...just thinking in general. It's kind of helpful."

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//what a long day-- [open] Oct 7, 2010 20:12:38 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Oct 7, 2010 20:12:38 GMT -5

gavin doherty

Fuck.

Why the hell did I say that? I hadn't meant to - It just slipped out. I mutter a long sting of profanities under my breath. Normally I'm pretty good when it comes to keeping my mouth shut about the important things. But I guess this secret just didn't want to be kept in the dark anymore. And now I'm a flipping asexual. Wonderful. I had made sure to keep it a secret as well. I made out with girls, dated them. Hell, I even did the no-no with a few of them as well. But it was all in vain I guess.

Me and my stupid fricking big mouth. I guess sometimes I just have to stop and let the idiots talk mindlessly. I'm better than them anyways - I don't need to talk to them. Although being somewhat friendly does somehow get you sponsors from your District... It depends on the status of the economy I guess. Then again, I don't pay attention to the economy, so how the hell should I know what I'm supposed to do?

I glance at my fellow district-4-ers. The mottled skin boy doesn't even bother acting like he cares. After all, he's got more problems, like the smoke that's hovering over his nostrils. I must admit, at times Morty's cigarettes are just plain nasty. But I just... need a pick me up. I don't know. But anyways, the boy has enough air left in his lungs to ignore the bundle of cash that Ms. Desperate shoves in his direction.

Seeing that actually made me respect him a bit more. I mean, to have that much pride deserves my respect. At the very least, I should probably stop smoking. I mutter a somewhat sincere apology and throw my cigarette into the nearest receptacle bin.

And then there's Nila. She's shell-shocked I bet. I mean the only words that came out of here was just confirming what I had just announced. Her whole view on her twin brother must have changed in an instant. It's probably not a good one - I don't really know how she reacts to non-straight people. Personally, it's dumb to make fun of someone due to their attraction. It's just science; shit happens.

Meanwhile, I hear somebody muttering in the background. It's Ms. Desperate again. She raises her hand at Nila. Does she really think she's going to smack my flipping sister? I may hate her, but I'm the only one who's allowed to hurt her in any way, physical and mental. So the biotch had better back off, or she'll be forced to fight the "Rubber-Band Murderers"

But suddenly, she turns and punches me in the face. What the hell did I do!? I didn't do any fucking thing at all. Unless if you count the "pants" thing as something, but seriously. It's a shucking joke people, get a grip. But her knuckles are hard, and I touch my nose in agony. I let out another long string of curses, but this time it's audible for all of my companions here.

Why the hell was I punched. Jeez, girls are a bunch of sensitive wimps. Good thing I'm asexual then.

I watch as the girl stalks off, walking off into the distance. I wonder what'll happen to her. She was visibly shaken by the slightly harsh string of attacks that Nila and I so artfully created.

But oww. Oww. That fricking hurt, goddamit! Jeez, all I did was make fun of her a tad bit. Okay, maybe I went a tad bit overboard, but people don't need to break my flipping nose! I have a nosebleed now. That's just great.

I glance at the remaining people here. I have absolutely no idea as to what they're thinking. It annoys me, really. Other people are really insightful, and I'm just a person who can't read minds. It's very annoying.

"And then there were three..."
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