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The Silence is Deafening [zak] Nov 19, 2013 23:40:18 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 23:40:18 GMT -5

Jacques Lazier

Not one single day in his life had gone by without Jacques being involved in a family full of rowdy boys. Five to be total. Jacques was the youngest. Mr. and Mrs. Lazier had done an excellent job of spacing things out too, the boys were two years apart, almost to the day.

Yesterday had been a bittersweet day in the household, the greatest of parties. Jameson had turned nineteen years old. He was officially ineligable for any future hunger games. It was also his going away party. In the Lazier household, you stayed home until nineteen. You grew up, and you began your own life, as an adult. Jameson had packed up the rest of his stuff this morning, and he was gone. There had been five, now there was only one.

Though he was often socially awkward in social situations, he felt right at home amongst his brethren, and felt equally as awkward when they were around. He was just now coming to the realization that they were gone, for good. Sure they'd be home for the holidays and such, but that was different. There was no more daily beatings and roughhousing to be had. From this point forward, he was pretty much an only child.

He needed some air, it was claustrobic in that big empty house, and now he was walking about the rim of the square. The place was somewhat deserted today as well, but at least it was wide open spaces. Most of the patrons were packed into the square proper watching the 65th games. The air was chilly, but that didn't deter him, or his preferred choice in attire. He was wearing a simple white tee shirt, no jacket, and a pair of those holey jeans that looked like they'd been through twenty years of "experience."

He was far enough away from the square that he couldn't see the masses, but with the hill that he was on, he was able to see the big screen broadcasts in the valley below. As he came up on a nice, solid oak tree he came to a stop. He squared up next to the tree and perched his back against it. His two inch long, black hair was combed back with his right fingers, and his gaze loosely shifted towards the screens in the distance below.

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The Silence is Deafening [zak] Nov 26, 2013 12:04:32 GMT -5

Post by zakattack on Nov 26, 2013 12:04:32 GMT -5

Wandering through the streets being too lazy to pull out my own box of matches I'd wanted to use to light the smoke hanging between my lips. Instead I'd taken to asking a passerby as a grin pulled up the corner of my mouth, but no. Without a match he had looked up and muttered how bad smoking was for you.

Of course the boy had to be a smart ass. He was younger than me and his attitude reeked of one who couldn’t even be bothered with. “Then just keep walking.” I shrug without a care. If he didn’t want to help me I’m sure I could find someone who would. Tucking the smoke behind my ear, the red lipstick still imprinted around the butt where it had been dangling from my lips, I head out of the alley and back on to the main sidewalk walking in the opposite direction of the smart assed little boy. Who was he really to act like I wasn’t worth a friggin’ match. Its not like matches are hard to come by around here anyway.

Rolling my eyes I can’t help but shake my head. What a frickin waste of time it was out here. I need someone who was willing to shake things up. One who wasn’t scared of a little challenge. Pursing my lips and wrinkling my nose I keep on my way determined to get some entertainment out of the rest of the day.

It wasn’t long before I made my way into one of the little parks tucked away in our city streets. It wasn’t much, just a few trees and a bright green swath of grass that people, often children, picnicked on. However to me it was somewhere I could get myself back on track. With a grunt I slowly climbed one of the trees on the edge of the grass, it wasn’t tall but it was shady and gave me a bit of coverage. Finding a nice branch I adjusted myself into it, pulling the pack of matches from my back pocket and placing the cigarette back between my lips. Striking the match across the back of the pack and bringing it to the tip of the smoke I inhaled letting the taste of tobacco and nictotine fill my lungs.

Under me I couldn't help but notice the ruffle of grass as someone plops down. From above him I couldn't make out a decent placement of his emotions but I could see he was watching the screens with games in the distance. "Wishing that was you buddy? I purred down at him.

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The Silence is Deafening [zak] Nov 28, 2013 13:58:49 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 13:58:49 GMT -5

Jacques Lazier

"Wishing that was you buddy?" Well. Hadn't that just completely scared the piss out of him. He had just looked around confirming he was the only one around not ten seconds ago, and anytime a voice you weren't expecting came from above, it was plenty disorienting. He jumped away from the tree looking first behind, and then side to side for the voice that had called out at him. Once he had come to the realization that the voice had rained down on him from above, his attention was cast upwards into the canopy above. "Very pleased it's not... actually. You?"

What in the hell was it with girls and trees. It seemed like every girl he talked to was either in a tree, talked about a tree, or unknowingly to him contemplated climbing a tree to escape! Everyone seemed to like trees these days. He was having a hard time picking out the person in the tree above, but after a second of searching managed to pick out a shoe, and ultimately the body that went along with it. He wanted so badly to come up with a quick, witty comeback. His quick wasn't quick, and his witty needed more wit. That left him with absolutely nothing. "Nothing so simple I'm afraid. Meaning of life stuff, you know."

Wrenching his neck to look up to her wasn't quite as easy (nor comfortable) as peering down from the treetop seemed to be. So after a moment of looking up from her, his attention returned to ground level, and ultimately back down to the screen in the valley below them. His right hand was raised to pamper the back of his neck where the crick had began to form, and stepped away from the tree a few steps. If she wanted to conversate, she was just going to have to come down to his level to do it. He obviously wasn't going to come up there. His burly linebacker-esque body just didn't cater itself to climbing. He was too heavy for any branch bigger than the main two or three coming off the trunk, and he didn't have the tree climbing skill even if they would have. Rockclimbing? That was easy. Tree climbing? Well, you all saw what happened when Cato tried it. [/font]