Marvis "Marbles" O'Leary {15 | D9} WIP
Dec 9, 2015 23:59:04 GMT -5
Post by Meghan on Dec 9, 2015 23:59:04 GMT -5
My name is legally Marvis, but you can call me Marbles. Marbles O'Leary, and yeah, I am the younger brother of Soap and Hannah. Don't be telling me that, I know that. Don't you call me anything but Marbles, you hear? I ain't messing around, boy. I may be fifteen, nearly sixteen, but I still can punch pretty good and you ain't gonna take me down. Yeah, my brother is a victor, but my sister is dead. Ya hear me, boy? Dead. She ain't coming back from where she gone.
What do ya mean I should have protected her? Ain't that what Soap here for? To protect his precious sister from sacrificing herself in the games like the rest of the damn fools that go every year? What do ya mean I'm responsible too? I ain't responsible for nothing, except winning a round of my name-sake Marbles, and taking care of those who are left. Hannah sealed her own damn fate by letting that fancy machine whiz her away to be pampered and paraded and pierced.
I ain't responsible for nobody but myself. Sure, I used to try to help the family. The other kids. They were pretty vulnerable. Scared of the streets, all of em, except me of course. But I was only ten years old when Soap went off adventuring to the Capitol and returned rich and famous and a murderer. I love that boy, don't get me wrong, boy, but we ain't messing around here. He killed them. He killed all of them and they ain't coming home. Like Hannah, they were shipped back in a little box with a nice bow and some pity. Sorry 'bout your loss, O'Learys. Sorry about our loss goddamn indeed. You ain't fuckin care about our loss. You only care about takin one of the most precious bits of our family and killin her on live tv for entertainment. A victors sister! Oh wow, how exciting! Next you gonna be calling me and shipping me home just the same. How many family members of Soaps' are you gonna kill before you properly enslave him? Might as well knife us all right here and now, get it over with. We ain't running anywhere.
We always live here. Always. Long as I can remember really. Except now we live in a fancy house with our famous brother. The only victor nine has had in a long time. I guess you can say we are pretty lucky, but I disagree. I make my own path in this world. Starting with little glass balls in a ring of dirt.
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What do ya mean I should have protected her? Ain't that what Soap here for? To protect his precious sister from sacrificing herself in the games like the rest of the damn fools that go every year? What do ya mean I'm responsible too? I ain't responsible for nothing, except winning a round of my name-sake Marbles, and taking care of those who are left. Hannah sealed her own damn fate by letting that fancy machine whiz her away to be pampered and paraded and pierced.
I ain't responsible for nobody but myself. Sure, I used to try to help the family. The other kids. They were pretty vulnerable. Scared of the streets, all of em, except me of course. But I was only ten years old when Soap went off adventuring to the Capitol and returned rich and famous and a murderer. I love that boy, don't get me wrong, boy, but we ain't messing around here. He killed them. He killed all of them and they ain't coming home. Like Hannah, they were shipped back in a little box with a nice bow and some pity. Sorry 'bout your loss, O'Learys. Sorry about our loss goddamn indeed. You ain't fuckin care about our loss. You only care about takin one of the most precious bits of our family and killin her on live tv for entertainment. A victors sister! Oh wow, how exciting! Next you gonna be calling me and shipping me home just the same. How many family members of Soaps' are you gonna kill before you properly enslave him? Might as well knife us all right here and now, get it over with. We ain't running anywhere.
We always live here. Always. Long as I can remember really. Except now we live in a fancy house with our famous brother. The only victor nine has had in a long time. I guess you can say we are pretty lucky, but I disagree. I make my own path in this world. Starting with little glass balls in a ring of dirt.
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