Playing with Fire [kendall]

Playing with Fire [kendall] Jul 7, 2013 11:43:48 GMT -5

Post by Sage on Jul 7, 2013 11:43:48 GMT -5

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Tybalt Capulet

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Fire, it's dangerous if it gets out of hand. Sometimes, it can be so hard to control that no matter how hard you try you can't control it. Tybalt's fingers played with the lighter in his hand. He liked fire, it fascinated him, the little spark of life in his hands. He smiled as the fluid in the lighter lit and a small flame, warm and orange, sprang to life at the end of the lighter. What was he doing, he wasn't really sure, he was actually bored, really bored. Things had been quiet between the Montagues and the Capulets, no people to fight, might as well entertain himself.

The small pieces of paper he had in his pocket ignited instantly as he held the end of the lighter under it. He watched in fascination as the flames enveloped the paper before dropping it as the flames reached his fingers and singed the hair off his finger tips. So fascinating, yet so dangerous He picked up another piece of paper and lit it, watching the flames dance as the paper turned black and folded like a flower. So beautiful like Juliet His smile faded as he dropped the paper and stamped it out with his foot. All his life, he'd been the cousin whom Juliet had relied on and he'd fought fiercely for her. He wouldn't let that bastard Romeo have her, Romeo was a Montague, his enemy.

The lighter sputtered in his hand as the fluid ran out and he tossed it onto the ground. Damned lighter he walked away from the abandoned lighter and searched his pocket for the matches he usually carried. They were less efficient than a lighter but still, it was better than no fire at all. He found the package of matches in his pocket and pulled it out, ripping a match from the book. He lit the match and smiled as the warmth spread to the paper, turning the paper to a burned flower.

The district around him was starting to come to life around him and he realized he should probably stop burning things. Don't want the peace keepers yelling at me his thoughts dripped sarcasm because he knew the peace keepers wouldn't do anything to him. A smile played across his lips as he thought about the peace keepers. He had played with fire before. Perhaps, he could play with it later but for now, he had a feeling he should get home.

As he walked, his thoughts were full of images of fire. It's dangerous if you let it get out of control, not that I'll let it get out of control He smiled at the thought, suddenly, he became aware of his surroundings. He was in an unfamiliar part of district one, he didn't like it one bit. He looked around, unsure which way to go and saw a familiar face. A friend of his, Delaney. He knew he'd probably need help getting out of this part of district one, even though he didn't like asking for help, he knew he'd have to ask for it from her. At least it's someone I know He walked over to her, smiling. "Hey, De, what's up?" he asked, looking at her and noticing something in her hands. "What's that you have there?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

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Playing with Fire [kendall] Jul 7, 2013 19:25:41 GMT -5

Post by kendall on Jul 7, 2013 19:25:41 GMT -5

{ delancey mercedes abernathy }

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All I do is sit around and watch the world, busy with their lives, just pass and give me a stare as if I am crazy wasting my life like I do. The people in my situation, who aren't sane in my opinion, get all offend that someone was judging them on something they weren't doing they otta be doing. Me? Yeah, I just give those bitchs the same stare right back on why they are waster their lives on stupid dreams that will never come true. That's why they are dreams. They happen in your head. Dreams are what good people waste their life trying to catch and when they trip and fall they wonder why they were doing that in the first place. Well guess what dreams? Screw then all because I gave dreams and hope and all that shit along time ago. It wasn't worth my time. I lived in Panem for crying out loud. There wasn't much I could do anyways. So instead of leading a annoying life of goodness I choose the road of a trouble maker. Which isn't so bad until you get out of middle school and find out there are more things to trouble then a fight with the teacher.

My parents tell me to get out more. Make some friends. Ha. Friends is just a title and disaster waiting to happen and I would rather not waste my time on that. I have tried to have friends before. It was actually going alright until she decided she didn't want to be my friend anymore. That bitch. Now I don't really know who to consider a friend. Then they say find a guy. Well, god damn them all because I don't want to find a guy. I am perfectly happy on my own. That's right. On my own. Why can't you be more like Elliot, they ask. Because, he's a dumb ass. Seriously, he's like 12 and already has girl problems. I don't think I have ever come home and asked how do you get a boy to like me? I might of asked how do I make that dick disappear but not love problems.

I don't think I will ever ask about boys and all that shit. I mean, damn, the relationship shit causes way to much issues. All this crazy stuff happens between couples and it's too much to handle and defiantly not worth it. I don't think I could handle having someone on my tail all the time. But I don't have to worry, people don't like me anyways. I don't blame them. I wouldn't like me either. Basically, if you talk to me I find you incredibly annoying. Why can't people let me alone so I can do what I want by myself? Because whenever I want to be alone, which is usually all the time, people think it's a good idea to talk to me. News flash. There is never a good time to talk to me. All I have is one piece of advice to offer... Just. Leave. Me. Alone. And with you don't? Well you are going to have one hell of a time. And the only person that really has managed to be anything close to a friend for me is Tybalt. Damn that kid has some persistence issues. I guess we get alone pretty well because we both like to cause trouble and shit. And having a partner in crime is one way to make sure you weren't going to get your ass kicked, alone.

Finally, after about a couple hours of the worst part of the day the Abernathy's call 'family time', I managed to slip out into the lovely district one. I had more important things to do then play board games and useless shit that doesn't even bring us closer to each other. It usually just ends up in a lot of fighting over who cheated and that sort of stuff. I was glad to get out of there as quickly as possible because I liked the night life better then the day time hustle and bustle. I made my way out onto the streets caring a purse with some things I found that if I ticked off would blow. Literally. Now anyone who knew me, had to know I don't usually carry around a purse. Purses just go in the way. But I played my cool, which I was good at. And it looked like I wasn't looking for trouble. Except I alway am.

I saw Ty out of the corner of my eyes with his god damn smile. He walked over to me, just as I thought he would and started asking questions about what I have in my hands. I rolled my eyes. "Shhh you idiot." I say looking around to see if anyone was listening. "If you want to know whats in the god damn bag follow me." I saw. After that I casually walk off the streets into an abandoned ally way. A devious smile appears on my face. I open up the bag and look up at him. "Don't even ask." I turn it towards him.

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