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Tori
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His House (Marisa) Mar 4, 2010 21:17:13 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Mar 4, 2010 21:17:13 GMT -5

Jango Graves:

I put the dishes on the table. They made a small 'click' as the made contact with the hard wood. Steam was still rising, and it smelled alright. I hoped it tasted alright. The grabbed some napkins and placed the next the silverware. I glanced up at the TV to check the time, forgetting the recap of last nights Hunger Games was on. I walked in the living that was connected to the dining room and sank into the couch.

Rocko was on. He was being attacked in his sleep by some hound. He two allies were fighting another dog that was attacking advantage of the younger one. But at least he was still alive. Come home, man. There was a small knock on the door and I ran to finish setting the table. I pulled up the two chairs I had placed against the wall and ran into the kitchen to turn off the stove. It wasn't dinner, but I thought a nice lunch for Veronica would be something new. Both my parents were working and Claire was at a friends.

I jogged over to the door, and right before I opened it I remembered I had left the TV on. I ran back into the living and changed the channel to a static one before turning it off. Just in case she turned it on, I didn't want the video of Rocko to pop up. I opened the door and smiled. "Hey."

Her eyes were a little red, and assumed she had seen last night's Hunger Games anyways. There was no way I could protect her from all of it. I pulled her into a hug, and tried to bring her as close to me as possible. After a moment, I let go and brought her inside, shutting the door behind her. Once inside, I took her hand and walked with her to the table. "I made lasagna. I know you like it. Or at least I hope you do."

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His House (Marisa) Mar 6, 2010 2:05:19 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Mar 6, 2010 2:05:19 GMT -5

Veronica Hopkins:

Walking in the chilly winter air give me chills on my already apparent goosebumps. My eyes stung after the past two days of constant crying. I barely slept either with all of the worrying I was doing. Rocko needed to be okay and come home.

Today was the worst day I've ever had to live through. I watched in horror as Rocko and his allies got into a brawl with two large muttations. Rocko didn't seem to get too beat up, but it sent me into panic. I screamed at the TV as I watched.

Thankfully, Jango and I had plans for today and I had to force myself to go to his house for lunch. I left later than I should've and I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed that I was late. I needed to see Rocko survive though. He did and then it was cut to the next scene. I bet him and that other girl showed some sort of compassion for the dead tribute and the Capitol couldn't stand to show that. They cut to another kill.

I walked to Jango's house with my arms crossed the whole time, I was trying to keep myself in my skin. I felt like I would fall apart. Jango opened the door with a small smile and wrapped me in his arms. I didn't wrap my arms around him though, I still had my arms crossed around my torso.

He led me into the warm house. I smelled lasagna, one of my favorites. I felt a smile come to my face, but my mouth resisted and instead I twitched. His hands were warm against my cold skin as he held my lifeless fingers in his. He proceeded to put one of his warm hands on my shoulder as he pulled out a chair with his other. I sat down.

I pushed around my food and took tiny bites in silence for about ten minutes. I was glad that Jango didn't seem to pressure me to make conversation, but I knew it was unfair to him. I opened my mouth to something, but only air came out.

What do I say? Do I say something about Rocko? Do I ask him how he thinks the games are going? Do I bring up the weather? What is there to say? Ignoring the situation would feel forced, but I want to stop crying; I can't talk about it anymore.

"So, I..uhm..I," Jango patiently waited for my words, but still nothing came out. I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would say something to pick up the conversation. Thankfully, he knew just what to say.

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His House (Marisa) Mar 13, 2010 15:00:34 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Mar 13, 2010 15:00:34 GMT -5

I sat down across from her and smiled. For a minute or two, I just watched her. She was mine. I had liked her for so long, and now I had her. But I didn't like seeing her like this. Clearly she was thinking a mile a minute, and not about anything good. I tried to find something to say, but couldn't. Hunry as I was,I didn't eat much of anything. I refused to when Veronica wasn't, she picked at her food, and I followed along.

Suddenly she looked up and opened her mouth, but hesitated. I put my fork on my plate, and folded my hands waiting for what she was saying. She opened her mouth again and stuttered, "So, I..uhm..I.." I smiled at her attempt to start conversation.

"I think we both know how bad of a baker I am." I smiled at her, warmly. "But I had Claire make a chocolate cake with strawberries on top. If you finish all your food, maybe you'll get some." I laughed, trying to encourage her to eat something. I got up from my seat to go cut her a slice, even if she didn't eat.

I cut a big piece, and put it on a plate when I reached the kitchen. Opening the refridgerator, I took out the whip ceam,and added a bit to the plate. When I returned, most of Veronica's food was gone from her plate. I laughed, and set the plate in front of her. "You can bring it in the living room if you like, I'll be in in a minute."

She nodded, and wandering in, plate in hand. I cleanedup the able and shoved a few mouthfuls of lasagna in my mouth because I was starving. Then I walked into the living room to join Veronica.