Just another roadblock (Faith) continue from a long time ago

Subtle sounds can be heard from downstairs; the door opening, quiet chatter among a visitor and a Campbell family member. There's no doubt on who it is, and Faith can feel her heart plummet to her stomach. Of course Jack would find a way here after days of her absences. Both of his legs could be cut off and he'd probably still manage. Yet it's not a warming sensation that overtakes her, like his presents or arrival usually brings. It's the complete opposite. Who knows what lies Mrs. Campbell is telling, and banging on the floor as Faith's been doing will only make her seem crazy in Jack's eyes. So the front door locks shut, and without even looking she knows that he's gone.

Unapproved tears stream down Faith's cheeks as she stares at her uneaten meal. There's such an urge to race to the only window within her makeshift attic room, and slam her fists against the glass to get Jack's attention. But she doesn't. With all he's been through, and the things he still has to recover from, another problem is not what he needs. The ache in her chest only grows by the second though.

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If there was one person Hope looked up to most in the Panem, it's her big sister. There shared resemblance and red-hair from there father just made it so. And on top of that they're the only bright spirits in this household at most times. By no way would Hope allow Mrs. Campbell to take that from her. So of course she's rushing into the brisk air with hope that she can save everything.

Like any little kid her words come rambling out as soon as she has Jack's attention. He has to know the truth, and to no surprise it shocks him entirely. It surprised Hope to. "No, she just decided to fall out of love with you and isolate herself for days." For being younger and so much like her older sister, she actually has a sarcastic tendency, a quality Faith never retrieved. "Yes I'm sure." She adds in just incase Jack doesn't understand sarcasm like the older redhead.

"Sounds like a plan." Hope agrees after Jack suggests getting Faith to look out the window. Better then anything she has, though she's not sure why Faith hasn't been staring this entire time. The top rooms dark though, guess she slept through it all. And here comes the little sister to the rescue. Just like that she's scurrying back to execute the idea.

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"You know your mom's going to be mad if you're up here without her say." Faith comments as she hears the door opening and small footsteps climbing up to her room.

"I knew you wouldn't be asleep." Hope smiles as if she has the best news in the district. "Jack came by. He wants you to go to the window." She whispers to be extremely cautious.

"You talked to Jack? What'd he say? Did you tell him anything?" It actually does have Faith sitting up in her bed.

"The truth." The little one answers very bluntly. "Go to the window dork!" And despite everything Faith considered earlier, she follows the youngster's order. A wobbly smile comes upon Faith's face as she finally travels to the window, her eyes immediately searching for the one she desires so much.

That warming voice reaches Faith's ears and soon after her eyes locate that dark figure among the trees. All the weight he has left is pushed off to one leg as he also uses crutches for support. How did he manage all this way in such condition? And now stuck out in the cold for a desperate attempt to figure out the truth. What she wouldn't give to be trapped out there with him, not in here like a damn damsel. "Hey." Her voice hardly travels out from fear that her father or stepmother might overhear. To think they have to deal with this despite all that happened.

It's quite conflicting for Faith if she should smile or cry; whether it's a good thing that he's here, or not. From his words perhaps it's not, since Trish was able to give him a load of lies due to his visit. But now Faith gets to share the truth. There's no telling if this is right.

"Break up with you?" The redhead questions out of pure confusion. Were they ever together? Maybe in a sense of family wise given she's attached to all the Lexingtons' more then her own blood. Though after that one night, when Jack was in need of a distraction, there's no telling. Before an explanation is given an interruption comes about.

"What are you still doing here, boy?" Well at least it's not her stepmom.

Faith's lips remain together as she listens to Jack attempt to gather what was happening. Still no words comes forth afterwards, staying quiet with curiosity over what her Father was going to say. "You just came back from the Detention Center, Son. You are the last thing my daughter needs." Unlike Mrs. Campbell, Mr. Campbell's tone is steady and calm, only wanting an understanding.

"You don't know that Father..." Faith attempts to protest but gets cut off by her father's deeper and louder voice.

"Stay out of this Faith." His eyes keep upon the young man outside his home. "I think it's time you leave now."

Not a lot of time had been spent between Jack and Mr. Campbell. Sure he had employed the young man for a bit, but he had never been a guy of many words. And especially so when he discovered his daughter's crush for the non-wealthy, widowed farmer. Letting Faith go will be like giving away her dead mother, and no man is worthy of that. To him, Jack might as well be a criminal and that's exactly what his expression shares. Arms crossing in-front of his well fed chest as if waiting for the boy to leave without another word.

A protest comes from the upstairs window, but he only waves his daughter off. She doesn't know better and he can't blame her for that. In a few months she'll realize that her stepmother's correct... For now, he needs to rid of the one that'll keep her stuck. If only a simple demand would work. Certainly Jack is a great guy and will be an amazing man for someone in the future, but that's not going to be Faith. Not after all that's happened. Mr. Campbell won't risk losing her again.

"She's too young to know what she needs." His voice doesn't even raise a tad as he explains this. But to no avail Jack comes about with more reasoning of why Faith should have a right to choose; how he's a good guy, and though from a poor family, he's always treated her right. Well that's for damn sure, or he wouldn't be standing on either of his legs right now. "There's a lot more variables then that Son." Mr. Campbell informs with a heavy sigh, this kid is not going to leave easily. "Come walk with me." He gestures his head and begins journeying that way himself. Whatever's about to be said, Faith does not need to overhear.

"Faith's mother was a lot like her when she was around...only a lot more daring." There's never been a time so many words left Mr. Campbell's vocals, let alone about his past wife. "I thank the Panem every day that Faith doesn't have that quality. But I saw a pinch of it when you were taken away." The words that came from her innocent lips over how much she despises the capitol. Her willingness to be rebellious. It scares him to death. "You are the last thing she needs, and I need you to understand that. Accept that." His vision goes down the road Jack must of came from.

It's very difficult to change a stubborn man's mind, perhaps even impossible. In older age and only daughters to look after and protect, there's no one that knows better in his eyes. Not even Mrs. Campbell's say can override his, though it may seem so at times. His oldest daughter is simply still too young to make such a decision, and is in desperate need of a redirection. If she doesn't...there's no way Mr. Campbell will allow her to get shipped off to the detention center because of a boy. Just not going to happen.

A stern expression remains on his face as he still listens to Jack's argument. Least the boy is finally leaving, even if he's determined to stay down the road for 15 minutes incase minds are changed. "Get home safely." Mr. Campbell gives with a rough voice that's attempting to be a little sincere. And with nothing more to say he's retrieving back into his warm home.

Unexpectedly one thing that Jack said sticks like glue in Mr. Campbell's thoughts. "Otherwise you'll probably see much more of that side of her that you'd like to keep hidden." His goal was defuse that potential spark in Faith. But Jack might be completely right, keeping her here may only ignite it. The Capitol did when they took Jack away, and now he's the one forcing them apart. With an uneasy sigh, he's departing from his large comfortable chair to trek upstairs.

Not once since they turned the corner has Faith left the window. Desperately wanting Jack's good reasoning to convince her father of otherwise, though it's only useless hoping. That amazing guy she's grown so fond of does come back around, after who knows how long, but the absence of her father means no agreement had been made. And his words only verify it. "I will." Faith assures about getting to him eventually, hating the fact that he'll be waiting. That they both have to wait. She's even tempted to tell him to just go home for tonight, though something holds her back.

"I'll see you soon." It's an empty promise with her inability to know just how long that'll be, and it takes everything to keep her voice from breaking. But there's no way she won't see his beautiful face and children again. She'll fake it and run away if she has to. For now she pulls away from the window, when the sound of someone coming up intrudes of her and her little sister.

The window gets closed and her full attention goes to the opening door on the floor. Least it's not her stepmom, though she's not quite sure what her father wants to discuss. Nothing she wants to listen to most likely. "Can you give Faith and I a moment Hope?" He requests with a much calmer voice then she had heard from downstairs. With a nod of approval from her older sis, Hope scurries down the ladder.

It's completely silent for a good minute or two, an exchange of eyes but nothing more. Then his voice finally breaks out, and what arrives shocks Faith to no end. "I need you to go catch up to Jack." He instructs like it's been a decision of his this entire time. "Your stepmother's not going to be happy about this, so it's best that you stay away for a bit." The pain in his voice is so clear and unheard of before. "But you have to promise me something...no getting into trouble."

"I won't." Faith reassures immediately, her eyes gleaming with hope for a change. Her arms wrap around her father's ribs in an enormous hug that threatens tears. "It's me." She claims with a widening smile.

"Yeah, I know." He sighs again and gives his daughter a kiss on the top of her head. "Just make sure you stay safe. Now go before he wobbles away." And without even a care over any of her belongings, she's racing downstairs like Jack could actually get very far.

"Where the hell are you going!" Her stepmother scolds, but she couldn't slow Faith if she tried. No, if anything the young redhead sprints faster to get away from that constricting woman. Tomorrow she'll inform Hope over all that happened. For now she has someone to get to.

There's not a thing in this District that could possibly slow Faith down at this moment, let alone halt her completely. Her feet had a destination to get to, and they're not stopping until there. Nothing else truly matters for some odd reason; despite running from her blood to get to her real family.

It's not only Jack that Faith's heart is racing towards, though he is most of the reasoning. But also his adorable twins that she had grown completely attached to over the long period. And his parents who are as sweet and understanding as she could ever imagine. But it is certainly Jack that holds the most importance at this very moment. Having days apart from one another after all that has happened, with only a day or two of being reunited in between. Being locked in her room almost felt as long as he was kept away. But luckily, it's all over now.

"Jack!" She calls after, even if she can easily catch up. Certainly he needs this joyous news as much as she did. And the way he's walking away is heartbreaking, that luckily gets fixed once he urgently turns around. Her own name gets spoken from his lips, and still she doesn't slow down a bit. Not till his arms are wrapped around her and she's embracing him just the same. "Yeah." She answers with a grin that's halfway pressed against his chest. Surprisingly, her Father actually let her go.

"I don't know what you said, but it worked." Faith has no clue what came upon her father, but she assumes it has something to do with whatever Jack said to him. She couldn't be more grateful. "How are you doing? I can't believe you walked this far with your leg..." But she's so happy that he did, and this time she cuts herself off. There's not a small budge to release the hug, not till she has to.

"That's it." Faith agrees with a widening grin. It's a little bit shocking, but still she doesn't doubt Jack actually managed to persuade her very stubborn father. So much to the point she's out in this brisk cold weather with him, ready to return back to her rightful place.

So many things are warming about Jack, which is why she can't see her spot being anywhere else. But does he agree with that to? Or did she leave a home where she's needed, to journey to one where she'll eventually be a burden? All Faith has to work off of is jack's happiness over her release. His grip on her is enough to assure she made the right decision, that they did. Plus she couldn't picture herself elsewhere. .

Her place in this district isn't as severe as the fact jack's still out after who-knows how much walking, and that wounded leg of his. His fearful words have yet to leave Faith's mind through all this, the worry that he'll be permanently injured, or if he'd even make it. This travel has certainly done him no good, and that's exactly what the redhead is questioning next. Exactly what she assumed gets told by him though.

"I'm so sorry." Faith expresses with a pained face of her own. In a way it feels like her fault, even if it shouldn't. Fact is Jack's reasoning to Mr. Campbell saved her, and in a selfish way she's glad he did. He was in the same clueless boat, and needed to know what happened to her. "A controlling family." She explains softly.

As saddening as it is their embrace has to be seperated so that they can travel back. After all that's happened the last thing Jack needs is more walking, and taking one of her father's horses cross her mind. Perhaps that's not the best idea though. Give her stepmother more to stirr over, and possibly a chance for Mr. Campbell to come about to retrieve it and his daughter. Unfortunately it'd not an option. So instead Faith's body maneuvers under one of Jack's arms to provide extra support.

"Is that what I am? Favorite baby sitter?" Faith teases back with only a small nudge, to prevent then both from tumbling over. With that & Jack's go ahead they venture down the dirt covered road. "How are Josh and Briar? I can't remember the last time I've been away for so long. There's an empty void without you Lexingtons."

((OOC: There's no spellcheck when using my phone so sorry for any errors! What should we do with them now?))

There is a part of Faith that's worried over who she is to the Lexingtons, most importantly Jack. There's never been someone within her life that she had ever felt so strongly for, not until he came about. But he's also widowed and with children. Perhaps he does only see her as a baby-sitter, grateful help in the time he's needed it most. Only wanting that special night between the two of them as a thing to get his mind off of the gruesome pain. Certainly he's not a bad guy, but she wouldn't think of him otherwise if that was the case anyways. Feeling obligated to search for his useful friend...but just a friend. Either way she's assisting him, with everything she has, to get him home relatively easily.

Despite the concern she may be feeling, her voice doesn't alter from how it would usually sound. After all she is grateful to not be held hostage, and that she's heading towards a family that does truly need her at this moment. For right now she'll enjoy this time and only tease Jack over his words. Surprisingly he does reassure her that she's more then a need, knew that he was a mind reader. A widening grin returns to her face as her support snuggles up to Jack for a second. The grip then remains when he adds in that she had actually saved them.

The comment has her speechless at first, only holding on tighter as they walk. "I'm not that powerful, just help where I can." Faith corrects with her happy tone remaining. She's okay with being just that, and it seems corrects. Nothing heroic has been done on her part. Only doing her best to keep thing together when and where she can. Like with the youngsters especially, which is exactly where her questioning goes next.

Hearing that the twins miss her brings a large smirk to the redhead's face. That's more along the lines of something she can grasp. Even more so when Jack explains the mischief they've been getting into lately, and how much faster they are. "Yeah." Faith agrees with a light chuckle. Seems like they've gotten into everything since the day they started crawling. "And to just think they'll be walking soon." She jokes with more soft laughter. It fades off and she's at a lose for what else to say. Her mind's completely wrapped around what's going to happen in the near future, and where they're suppose to go from here.