Hell Of A Season :: (Jacob + Justice) [Blitz]

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Hell Of A Season :: (Jacob + Justice) [Blitz] Jan 5, 2015 3:56:49 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Jan 5, 2015 3:56:49 GMT -5

Jacob Wickham.

He doesn't know if he can handle his brother waking him up one more time by pulling that prank with the bowl of hot water that results in Jacob pissing himself awake. A good shower can wash away a lot of things, but the rage is too deep to remove with superficial cleaning and it's gotten inconveniently cold to be chain smoking away his troubles in the park. That's what his inner logic says, at least, as he defiantly huddles up on a bench, sweetly kissing one nicotine stick after another, like an endless series of first dates.

From a distance, it's a strange picture. It's not the light dusting of January snow or the smoke signal snaking up into the sky from the exhaust pipe of his mouth, but the gas mask pushed up onto the top of the boy's head. The vacant plastic eyes enjoy cloud watching and a stray cat passing by takes one look at the scene and thinks: That... that is a two-faced monster. The cat can think what it wants. Jacob doesn't care. The mask keeps his mother a little less insane and he loves her enough out of familial requirement to pander to her mental demons, even if it's at the expense of his. That optionless love might not be enough to save Jacob's brother, however.

One more time.

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Hell Of A Season :: (Jacob + Justice) [Blitz] Jan 5, 2015 21:56:53 GMT -5

Post by charade on Jan 5, 2015 21:56:53 GMT -5

The crispness in the air was sharper than the tang of the corpses rotting away in the graveyard, the ones covered in a blanket of dirt and snow to aid their macabre slumber. District five's pollution was a shroud that hung in the air and demanded to be felt. Justice inhaled its stench deeply as she wandered aimlessly through one of the parks, admiring the lack of leaves on the trees that caused them to jut from the ground like skeletal hands. Few people were around, most choosing to hide away in their homes as if four walls and a roof would keep the winter chill at bay. She saw a raggedy feline trundling along and decided to follow it, wondering if it would lead her to a tiny pile of rodent bones that she could build something out of.

Instead, it took her past a bench that was occupied by a brunette boy creating his own personal cloud of death. It defeated the purpose since the mask on his head was supposed to keep airborne contaminants out. She tilted her head in amusement, looking at him with an owlish stare. "Hello! I think every day is a good day to die. You agree." she stated airily as she pointed to the smoke trailing away from his mouth. "It's nice to meet someone who agrees." Offering a small unblinking grin, she held a hand out for him to take."I'm Justice. What is your name boy of two faces?"

Last Edit: Jan 5, 2015 21:57:26 GMT -5 by charade

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Hell Of A Season :: (Jacob + Justice) [Blitz] Jan 8, 2015 18:19:50 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Jan 8, 2015 18:19:50 GMT -5

Jacob Wickham.

Every day is a good day to die. "You agree," a pair of wide eyes and presumption says. It's not a question. The hooligan on the bench blinks: Once. Twice. The third time around, he replies with unspoken acquiescence in the form of a smoke ring. It billows out to swallow up the finger hanging in the air before his face, encircling and roiling around skin and nail before dissipating in a faint cloud against her knuckles. "It's nice to meet someone who agrees. I'm Justice. What is your name boy of two faces?"

— the fuck?

The unsolicited hand of strange, but accurate assumptions opens up for him and waits. Sucking in one last lungful of undeniable proof, he flicks the butt of his cigarette into the snow and accepts the introduction despite... well, everything. "I'm Jake," and the remnants of smoke faintly oozing out from his nostrils and the cracks between his teeth make him seem as if he is on the edge of disappearing. From his point of view the girl is disappearing too, face split into puzzle pieces by seams of white.

"This is Skunk," he continues, the hand not palm-to-palm with her own reaching up to pull the gas mask down over his face. "Skunk likes conspiracy theories and has problems with social adjustment." Muffled through the mouthpiece of the respirator, the words sound both deeply hollow and borderline unintelligible. If this girl thinks she's found someone to fuck around with who won't return the favor, she's about to find out exactly how mistaken she is — a thought punctuated by a grin wide enough to reveal every questionable tooth in his mouth. It's hidden away behind the shield of black plastic and only an echo of it remains after he's pushed the mask back up to crown his head as something distinctly the opposite of royalty. "But I think you've got a backwards definition of good if that's what you're calling the urge to off yourself. Bad day?"

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Hell Of A Season :: (Jacob + Justice) [Blitz] Feb 6, 2015 6:47:53 GMT -5

Post by charade on Feb 6, 2015 6:47:53 GMT -5

Jake. She rolled the name around in her mouth and found it unpleasant, like biting down on a knife, it cut her teeth with its harshness. Skunk was the name of his other face and it sizzled like a firecracker before popping. The boy declared skunk an outsider as far as the district was concerned, and by extension, Jake as well. "But I think you've got a backwards definition of good if that's what you're calling the urge to off yourself. Bad day?" Justice blinked twice as she processed this question. Her first impression was that he understood. But then, she reminded herself, it was rare that anyone understood a Magpie. Still, he knew more than he thought, even if he would use different words to describe the same feeling.

"Definitions of good vary according to the person. Some would say the hunger games are good. Others would not." she murmured haltingly." "But while I think every day is a good day to die, I am not intending to leave this mortal coil just yet." Following that, she plopped herself down on the bench and continued to stare at the smoke trailing away from his mouth."A pleasure to meet you Jake-Skunk. Its not often I meet people when I choose to wander." The purpose of her wandering she left unsaid, not wanting any of them that could be hiding in the area to hear. However, it was hard to hide the string she used to tie one wrist to the bench. She smiled innocently as if she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary and tilted her head to the side and asked yet another question, hoping to gain some insight into what she was convinced was a kindred spirit."Why do you wander? You wouldn't be out here unless you wanted to get away. That's how it always is."