Jane McCoy D3 {done!}

Knuckles Librarian 4,983 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Nov 20, 2024 13:08:12 GMT -5 probably flailing over something	Jane McCoy D3 {done!} Jun 16, 2014 12:25:14 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Knuckles on Jun 16, 2014 12:25:14 GMT -5 Jane McCoy ~~12 13~~ 14 Female District 3 Permission from Cato to make Jane oDair
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E V E R Y O N E D E S E R V E S A S E C O N D C H A N C E

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J A N E M C C O Y
DISTRICT3 | THIRTEEN | FEMALE

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Two years have gone by since the death of Jane's brother, Jim. Two long years not knowing what will happen, or what to expect. Jane was once a young, carefree child, but the Capitol broke her of those emotions the moment Jim was reaped. The day his name was called, she stood in the district square hoping and praying her family would be safe, but the moment the escort slipped his hand into the bowl holding every name of the males, Jane knew her life was going to change forever. "Jim McCoy!" The voice echoed inside her mind as her heart began to race. A hand wrapped around her throat making it impossible for her to breathe, but not a single person in the square cared. Jane's brother was going into the games, and nobody was going to save him. Her eyes flashed around the square wondering if anyone had the guts to run forward, but not a single person moved. The birds didn't even sing the moment his name was called. The moment his name was called was the moment Jane's life changed forever.

Time has stopped moving over the last two years. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Even the clock on the wall has even stopped moving. The clock usually rings in the background tick, tick, tick chiming every hour as another hour past, but now it's silent. Occasionally the clock will chime, but it seems several days pass by weeks at a time. The sun will rise high into the sky standing there for days before setting behind the clouds for the night. When the moon lights the way at night, sleep is far away as Jane wakes up constantly several hours of the night, and the moon is still shining. It never sleeps just like her. Many times she can be found in her room crying, begging for her life to be a dream, but when the sun rises in the morning reality slaps her across the face leaving a hand print embedded in her tiny cheeks forever shattering her already broke heart into several tinier pieces never to be repaired.

The weight of the world often tosses down upon the shoulders of Jane dragging her down to the earth taunting her, telling her she's not good enough, but deep inside she knows one day she'll be good enough. Jane is tiny as she only stands about four foot three inches tall and weighs maybe seventy five pounds soaking wet. She's not entirely sure if she'll ever grow taller, or heavier because she eats anything she can get her hand on, but she never gains a pound. She's strong, but she's not strong enough to carry the weight on her own. Tears pour down from her brown eyes falling down her face. "He's gone. He died. Part of me died with him." Her voice quiet as she speaks because some people loves listening in on what she's saying. She raises a hand to her hair petting the long locks with one hand as she pulls a strand forward. Several tiny braids fall from one side to the other all over her head. She likes it that way, and it doesn't matter what others think. Don't judge me unless I judge you first. People need to grow up.

When Jim was going through the games, Jane's eyes only left the screen long enough to sleep. He was brave fighting against twenty-three others who wanted him dead so they could return home. He survived the bloodbath with ease as he looked better than most who journeyed past. It brought a smile to her face knowing he wasn't going to give up, that he was willing to fight, but it was never enough. Days went by as she watched not wanting to miss a second. Every morning when she woke up, she'd run to the room turn on the tiny tv and make sure he woke every mourning. Seeing him alive along with his friends was amazing. He was so brave, so strong. I want to be just like him. The thought of making him proud runs through her mind constantly. She's not afraid to announce to anyone who stands before her that Jim McCoy is her hero. The fourth day of the games rolled around, and it wasn't looking good for their alliance. The boy from nine was missing his entire arm, and Jane knew everything was going to take a turn for the worse.

The fight started out like any other fight. Several of the tributes were taking damage, but Jim wasn't which made Jane happy. Her eyes were glued to the screen as they carried on yelling horrible things at each other. The boy from nine was dying, Jim's district partner, a girl from home, was dying, the girl from twelve was dying, but Jane knew it was only part of the games. All of them would have to die for her brother to return home. The fight turned around the moment the girl from home severed the head clean off the girl from two. Jim's alliance was shocked as they all called out for the blood of the killer. Jim was hurt, and knowing he hurt broke her heart. Jane watched as they tried to kill the girl from twelve, she watched as Jim killed his own district partner out of vengeance. It was a mess when the girl from twelve slaughtered the boy from nine, and that's when all hell broke lose.

"I've failed you brother. Now you won’t make it home to your family." Knowing that Jim thought of the guy as a brother shattered the heart living inside Jane. Tears poured down her eyes as her brother mourned the loss of a friend, a brother. She didn't even know the kid, but when she realized how close the two were, she knew deep inside that that kid from nine meant something to her too. Silent sobs racked her body as she watched him hug the dying kid. She screamed at the tv about how worthless the Capitol was to take people away from their families because watching her brother lose people he cared about broke every feeling she ever had. "J-Jim, bro, y-y-you are the last Jay here. Fight for the Jay’s. R-r-remember wh-wh-what I said: I-if y-you don’t have anyone to f-fi-fight for, f-fight for my family." His voice weak as he spoke to Jane's brother. She knew he was dying and nothing was going to stop it. She turned her head away from the screen as his cannon filled the arena. A family hoping for the return of a son, brother, cousin had been broke the moment the girl from twelve killed him.

"I fight for the Jays."

His words full of bravery as he ran through and him and his other friend held a funeral for the kid from two and nine. Jane learned their names were Beatrice and Storm. It's strange knowing their names since they were dead, but even the dead deserve a second chance, at least in her eyes. The sky turned to black in the arena meaning it was time for her to sleep. She laid in her bed for hours as tears poured down her face. She wasn't sure how to react; she wanted her brother to return home, but knowing how bad it him hurt when his friends died, she knew he wouldn't be the same. Jim would be different compared to the life he had before the games. She didn't want him to change, but it would be inevitable as the games were already changing him. Her cries were silent as the moon shined brightly through her window. Everything was silent, and all Jane could hear was the sobs growing louder as they escaped from inside as she finally cried herself to sleep.

She woke up screaming not knowing how long she'd been asleep for. Her heart raced under her chest. An iron fist wrapped around her throat as the covers went flying off the bed. Quickly, she jumped to her feet running to the screen hoping she hadn't missed much. Everyone of the tributes stood in this giant nest as a creature stood in front of them. Jane was amazed as the tributes attacked one another instead of attacking the Capitol made creature. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she realized Jim was a target. "Jim!" Her voice scratched against her throat as she screamed for her brother to fight, to be strong, but it wasn't enough. He died in the middle of the fight and everyone ran away from him leaving him all alone. Five tributes left alive ran from the area as fast as they could before more fighting broke out. Jane couldn't take her eyes off her dead brother. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Time stopped moving as the clock behind her chimed over and over again. Tears poured down her face as his cannon sounded throughout the arena. He's dead. He's never returning home.

The rest of the games went slowly, and Jane refused to look at the screen. She wanted nothing to do with the games because it didn't matter who won. The smile embedded in her face disappeared the moment the victor was crowned, Saffron Lowe of District Ten. Her hands shook as she stared at the screen watching the little girl be freed from the arena. Her heart raced inside her chest as her hands balled into fist pounding against the table in front of her. The girl that helped kill her brother was exiting the games, and she wasn't going to have any remorse left inside her. All Jane could do was watch as the Capitol celebrated her victory forgetting about the death of the twenty-three others. None of them will be remembered for anything, and the Capitol expects the families to move on like nothing ever happened, but it's impossible for her. The smile once plastered against her face turned into a frown as her heart broke over and over again. "She's alive. He's dead. He died so she could live, and they want me to smile?" Her tongue runs along the front of her teeth as her head drops towards the floor. "Smiling isn't easy anymore even though it's what he'd want me to do."

It's been two long years since his death, and a lot has changed. Most of Jane's free time is spent learning more about technology. It fascinates her the way things work without any problems in the world. Factories upon factories plunge through the air as smart men and women work on developing top of the notch equipment for the Capitol. Jane sits in her house for hours upon hours messing around with wires that's no longer needed as she figures out ways to wire them together. One day she was climbing on a ladder reaching towards the ceiling to remove a tile because curiosity took control. All her life she wanted to take apart the wires and replace them to prove she was capable even at a young age. The ladder fell out from under her sending her tumbling towards the ground. Before she could do anything, her feet crashed upon the ground and the bone in her left leg sliced open her skin. A local healer set the bone the best he could, but as it grew back, it grew crooked a well as leaving a nasty scar running along the left side of her leg. A makeshift cane is used to help her walk because she can't walk without it.

Several times throughout the days people stop and stare at her. Many individuals walk up to Jane stating she looks a lot like him, but she thinks it's because their skin is different than the rest. Dark complected skin runs in the family, and it doesn't change for her. "I think your eyes match." She always laughs when this is said to her. Of course they match. We are siblings after all. It takes a lot to hold her tongue because she's been raised to be polite, but it never stops the laughter that burst through her lips. She's tiny, though, compared to Jim as she only stands about four feet five inches from the ground, and it looks like skin has just been tossed upon her bones. For a while, after the death of Jim, Jane looked sick because all she did was lay in her room and cry, but it didn't take long for her to realize everyone is deserving of a second chance. Jim didn't get a second chance, but Jane can let his life live through her, and that's a promise she will keep forever.

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Knuckles Librarian 4,983 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Nov 20, 2024 13:08:12 GMT -5 probably flailing over something	Jane McCoy D3 {done!} Jun 16, 2014 21:14:46 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Knuckles on Jun 16, 2014 21:14:46 GMT -5 I am done :3
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