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for the {b e t t e r} >> jack, mellor Nov 29, 2013 15:03:18 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Nov 29, 2013 15:03:18 GMT -5

Faith Campbell
District Ten
Age Twenty

For just a second Faith forgot that last night she decided it was probably best to visit her family. She gave each of the Lexington's a kiss, if on the cheek, or the forehead...and one on the lips, and went off to visit the blood family. They were all heavy sleepers and surprising them with breakfast just like old times sounded perfect. But once she woke up she completely forgot, reaching over to check on Jack, but to have emptiness. She certainly woke up with a fright from that one, until realizing she was in her own bedroom.

The attic steps that led to Faith's room was pulled down suddenly, once again scaring the redhead before her day even started. "Faith!" The little Hope climbed up the steps and nearly tackled her big sister. How much bigger she always is every time Faith manages to visit. It was difficult though with constant lectures.

"Hey baby girl." Faith greeted giving her a giant hug. And then her name rings through the house again, but this time not sweet as candy like her baby sister's. Her heart dropped at the sound of her step-mother's voice. Of course it'd be her. Faith was hoping to prepare breakfast to ease the fighting, but clearly it was going to occur right away.

"Do you not know where he came from?" Faith's Father does the scolding this time, asking if Faith was aware Jack returned from the DC. Of course she knew that, she wasn't stupid. She stayed quiet, but managed to slam around everything as she prepared them breakfast. "He's trouble!"

"Just like I said from day one." The step-mother chimes in, and Faith breaks an egg at the sound of her voice. Before Faith would protest back, not let them say anything bad about Jack. She realized how useless it was though, they never listened. They'd speak over her, or just ignore her all together. Pointless.

"Hope you know how to make eggs right?" Faith asks, bringing a fake smile to her face for the little girl. The tiny redhead nodded her head eagerly. "Great, finish these for me? Toast is in the oven." She kissed the top of Hope's head, grabbed her bag and walked out. No goodbyes for good old Father and step-mom. A few things were shouted after her as she stormed off; "don't go to Jacks!" "don't walk away!" "this is uncalled for!" and so on. But Faith wasn't a little kid anymore.

At least there was always somewhere to go; no matter what the Lexington's invited her in, and with open arms to say the least. Faith had to wipe her wet eyes just at the thought, but managed to completely dry them before the house even came into view. A smile of excitement to see Jack and the kids even found it's way to Faith's face. For precaution she gave a gentle tap at the door and waited, the peacekeepers always banged and barged in. With everything being so fresh she wanted to avoid giving anyone a heart attack with a simple knock.

Last Edit: Nov 29, 2013 19:22:51 GMT -5 by Cameo {RIP Charlie}

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for the {b e t t e r} >> jack, mellor Dec 3, 2013 9:33:46 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Dec 3, 2013 9:33:46 GMT -5

Apparently my reassurance that she's a good person doesn't satisfy Devroux. I can see why. After all he has to be very careful when it comes to his identity and family. "I know how you feel, my friend." I tell him when I see his forced smile.
"You're weary about new people."
His handwriting confirms what I thought.
'What if that trigger happens to be someone’s social status?'
I nod at him and lightly touch his shoulder. "Faith is a really good person. Her father was against us. For the longest time he'd tell her that I'm not good enough for her because I come from a poor family and now that I've been in the dc things are worse."
I'm startung to have worries that her father might try to keep her away from me but so far she's successfully put her own head through.
"Faith is different though. She doesn't give a damn about your social status. She goes by her heart and I already know she'll like you...not because you're such an outstanding person with all the good looks and such..." I tease him a bit. "But because you're my friend."

On cue we hear a knock on the door. For a second I hold my breath and motion for Dev to hide.
"I have no idea who that is. Probably Faith but...not sure."
Then I call out loud. "Mom! Somebody's knocking."
Before my words are finished my mother's at the door. Now that we have Dev and his son here, which could land us all in serious trouble she's extra weary but as soon as she spots the red hair through the small glass panel she breathes a sigh of relief.
"It's Faith."
She hugs her and pulls her inside. "Come on in, darling. We have guests."
Then she motions for the bedroom. "With Jack."

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for the {b e t t e r} >> jack, mellor Dec 17, 2013 8:40:15 GMT -5

Post by semper on Dec 17, 2013 8:40:15 GMT -5

I know I can trust Jack, I just know I can. So why am I so terrified to meet this new person? If he trusts her, why can’t I? My mind wanders back to when I first met Mellor; I was terribly wary of him, but when I saw how well Colton and him got along, things turned for the better. (Until it got terribly worse, that is.) It only an instant my entire world was sent into survival mode and all I could think about was that we were trapped. I shouldn’t have been so stupid to follow him blindly, especially with Colton tagging along. Maybe it’s because I’ll jump at any sign of friendship since Avoxes don’t really accumulate friends very often. Of all the districts in Panem, there’s only one person I’d travel all the way across the country for – and he’s lying on a bed right in front of me.

Jack certainly does know how to make light of any situation. Despite my anxiety working itself up in knots right now, he manages to bring a weak – but true – smile to my face. (Although how he thinks I’m still dashing with a missing hand and only three fingers left is beyond me.) I’ve been put through the wringer and dragged across the brimstones, but this is a sanctuary. Not one rotten soul would enter the Lexington household without a fight so I know that Colton and I are safe, and if Jack trusts this Faith, then I’ll trust her too.

As soon as the knock sounds through the house, though, my body goes rigid. My head immediately snaps around and I see Colton’s little head of brown hair bouncing up and down behind the back of the couch. I make a little grunt and growl noise to get his attention and then wave him over; he comes trotting up to me and immediately climbs up into my lap like he normally does, and I absentmindedly hold onto the hem of his jacket while waiting to see this Faith figure. I hear her voice and the soft, welcoming tones that Jack’s mother uses and it eases the tension a little and Colton starts squirming in my lap, eager to see Faith.

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for the {b e t t e r} >> jack, mellor Dec 17, 2013 13:48:39 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Dec 17, 2013 13:48:39 GMT -5

The sound of Jack yelling, "Mom! Someone's at the door;" makes Faith giggle. Certainly she understood it was precaution, every time the door knocks her own her skips a beat. But the sound of his voice sounds like a lazy little boy, and she wanted to make the best out of everything. A simple laugh she'd take. Especially because the fear will subside once they realize who it is.

"It's Faith." The kind older voice informs the rest of the household so everyone can breathe easier. Immediately the young redhead in welcomed with a hug and pulled inside. "Come on in darling, we have guest." The warmth from the Lexington's will never get old, and hopefully will hardly fade either.

Guest? That word alone doesn't sound right under these circumstances, but by the cation to open the door for Faith, she can tell it's no one bad. Jack was a popular man, clearly, but friends? Faith could remember being told about one, but only briefly. "With Jack." Mrs. Lexington points to their location in his bedroom. The young adult nods and makes her way over while butterflies fill her stomach.

At first just a peak around the corner, and the sight of Jack doing as well as he can be on the bed brings a smile to her face. Easily she's able to turn the corner, her smile growing even large at the sight of a small child. Youngsters always brought ease to whatever was going on. The young adult, whom he was sitting on, must of been his father by the resemblance. His Father on the other hand doesn't seem to be in the best shape.

Faith could feel her heart drop again, but still kept the smile lingering on her face. The Capitol was the only explanation. Even if it was a pack of mutts, or some wandering careers looking for a fight, those are still results from the capitol. Something hurt him, and he was just lucky enough to have a son, some form of hope. Children always give light in the worst of times in Faith's eyes.

"Hey Jack." Faith greets while steadily moving across the room to sit on the edge of Jack's bed. Her attention turns to the young guy and his son though. "You must be Jack's friend.... I'm Faith, it's very nice to meet you." Just as she used to say when first meeting someone, but lately running into new people didn't really happen. So she was a bit rusty, except when it came to kids.

"And who might this be?" Faith asks bringing her eyes down to the youngest boy in the room. She shakes the little one's hand playfully. "And it's a pleasure to meet you to."

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