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                                                                      Feeling something paw at her face, Lizzie's eyes fluttered open, only to see her kitten, Felix, sitting right next to her face. Although a smile was on her face, she still groaned.Why couldn't the kitten just let her sleep in peace? Looking around and seeing that all of the girls in the room were still passed out, she could tell it was early. She had a feeling that nobody else would be getting up anytime soon. It had been a late night for most of the older students, that much was for sure. Unlike most people who attended the party in the Room of Requirement, she'd restricted herself. Who needed to be drunk to have fun? Well, quite a few people, but she wasn't one of them. She could have fun on her own, with or without alcohol. Even though she did drink a little bit. Luckily, there weren't any classes today, just the trip to Hogsmeade.

                                                                      That was something that she couldn't help but to look forward to, even if she didn't really have any plans for it. She was sure that it wouldn't be too hard to find someone to bother. Going to Hogsmeade was always fun for her, there was always so much to see! There was just something so nice about the old town. Her thoughts of the trip were interrupted when Felix bit her nose and she swatted lightly at the calico kitten, unable to hold back a laugh. He tended to get angry when he wasn't fed right away, and could really be quite a sight. "Calm down!" She whispered, amusement in her voice, as she pulled herself out of bed to feed the feline. Now that that was taken care of, this seemed as good a time as any to start her day.

                                                                      Getting ready hadn't taken her very long at all. It definitely hoped that many people still seemed to be asleep, therefore she didn't get distracted talking to anyone. Lizzie tended to get quite off-task whenever she ran into a friend, or anyone for that matter. Once she got talking, it was hard to stop, and next thing she knew, she'd completely forgotten what she was even trying to do in the first place. Being so talkative was both a curse and a blessing. Quickly, she'd managed to get dressed in a pair of shorts and a cute top. It was rather different than her outfit from the night before, and she was grateful for that. She'd much rather be comfortable on the trip as opposed to wearing a dress or something like that. The blonde wore just a bit of makeup, keeping it simple. After all, it was just a trip to Hogsmeade, not a ball!

                                                                      Once she decided that she had everything she'd need for the day, Lizzie set off to the courtyard. The halls were relatively quiet, which she found a bit unusual, but it was still early. Actually, she hadn't even glanced at the clock, so maybe everyone was already there, waiting to be able to depart the school. A bit confused as to which, she continued to walk, arriving at her destination. A few people were hanging around about the courtyard, but not nearly as many as usual. This led her to the realization that she was early, and not the other way around. Well, this was certainly a first! She was nearly always late, take the ball and the scavenger hunt for example. Sighing softly, she waited for the signal for them to leave, or for someone to come talk to her. Either, or even both, would be greatly appreciated.

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                                                                      Once he arrived at the table, Aiden was immediately curious as to what everyone was planning. Well, plotting seemed to be a more appropriate term after what he’d heard so far. He still wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, yet he chose to volunteer himself to help anyway. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest choice, but it seemed like a good enough idea at the time. Miles was the first to speak up, informing him that they were planning to crash a bonfire that the Lensherr kids were throwing. “Hey Miles.” He greeted him, nodding at the last part, a smile on his face. Well, now he was certainly glad that he’d agreed. Messing with them was always a great time, and they were sure to put up a good fight.

                                                                      It’d also be a chance for him to get to see his twin sister, Sage. He hadn’t seen her in nearly a week, and it’d be good to at least check up on her. So, maybe he could be a bit protective at times, but he couldn’t help it. Of course, their relationship wasn’t like most siblings, that was for sure. It was rather up and down, mostly down. He tried to make it work, but she was just so moody! One day they could be getting along perfectly fine, the next day, a sarcastic comment would be all that she’d offer him. Eight years later, it was still hard for him to accept how messed up their relationship had gotten. When they were younger they’d been so close, but ever since their mother had died and they’d ended up at opposing schools, there was a large rift between them. As the school’s rivalries deepened, it only seemed to be driving them further apart. Chances are, she’d be extremely angry if she saw him at the bonfire, but he figured it wouldn’t be anything that he couldn’t handle.


                                                                      A grin rose on the boy’s lips when Drew announced that he’d definitely be able to help. “Glad I can be of service” He replied. Pulling off crashing the bonfire would definitely be something he considered to be in his area of expertise. Hearing her comment, he looked around, realizing that she was right, she was the only girl there. He hadn’t even noticed, which wasn’t surprising. Aiden wasn’t exactly the most observant person around. Actually, he was terrible when it came to stuff like that. There could literally be an elephant in the room and he could be completely oblivious to it. “You know you love us.” He joked, looking over at her. Aiden continued to eat his breakfast, not really paying attention to much.

                                                                      Hearing Miles talk about how he didn’t know why girls like him, he chuckled, shaking his head and continuing to eat. As much as he liked the boy, he had to admit, he was extremely awkward. Aiden paused his eating for a moment, just listening to the conversation. Suddenly, a movement caught his eye, and he was short a piece of bacon. Seeing Archer about to eat it, he rolled his eyes. “I saw everything and all I have to say is keep your paws off my bacon.” He joked, pretending to be serious. Honestly, he didn’t care at all. Besides, he’d piled enough food onto the plate that it was barely even noticeable the bacon was missing. He really had gone a bit overboard with the food, but there wasn’t any doubt that he’d be able to finish it all.

                                                                      Miles and Archer started talking about how they’d be expecting it and how it’d be better to catch them when they were off guard. Aiden just shook his head, disagreeing “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. If they’re really excited about this whole bonfire, they aren’t going to want to think about the possibility of us showing up. They’ll want to think it’ll go off smoothly, without a hitch, and that’s where they’re wrong.” He stated, smirking slightly. It seemed reasonable enough. And even if they were expecting it, so what? That didn’t mean that they couldn’t screw around and have a bit of fun. It wasn’t surprising that Miles and Quinn were against the idea, but he wasn’t expecting Archer to be. Well, it was going to be a good time no matter what.

                                                                      He listened to Drew’s plan, nodding along. It sounded like a good enough idea. And granted there were a few Lensherr students that knew about his power and would be able to figure out it was him, but he’d still be able to freak out more than a few of them. And even the ones that did know would still probably be caught off guard. “That sounds perfect to me.” He replied, grinning again. He was getting excited just thinking about it. “Hey. Just planning how to cause a bit of trouble, so same as usual.” He greeted Aldrick, a smile on his face. He wondered whether the boy would be against or for the plan once he heard about it. Hopefully he’d agree to take part in it.

                                                                      Aiden’s mind had just started to drift off elsewhere, when suddenly he felt something on his head. Extremely confused, the boy shook his head, causing a wilted daisy to land in his lap. Still confused, he turned around to see Tatum sitting not too far away. It was easy to figure out that it was her that did it, considering her power. She had a power he was extremely jealous of, even though he wouldn’t admit to it often. “For the last time, my head is not a garden, Tatum!” He joked, trying to look serious, but failing miserably considering he laughed. The girl was a rather good friend of his, even if she insisted on drawing flowers on his head.
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                                                  SHAYLA MARIE STONE
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                                        `the ex-girlfriend

                                                                      Shayla’s day just seemed to be getting better and better, and she couldn’t be happier about everything that was happening at the moment. It was making for the terrible day that she had had yesterday. It was so strange to her how one day could be so dreadful, and the next could be absolutely incredible. Yes, it was still early and she had a killer headache, but the words coming out Jacen’s mouth were more than enough to make up for that. She just still couldn’t believe that he wanted to give their relationship another go, even after all this time. It appeared as if that saying, “Good things come to those who wait” was true after all. Honestly, it was worth it to wait all that time if it meant she got him back. Hearing him, a smile spread on her lips. She was so extremely glad that he didn’t just want to be friends, because she didn’t think that she could handle that. It’d be better to just cut him out of her life completely, which she didn’t want to do. The blonde nodded when he told her not to apologize, saying what happened back then didn’t matter anymore. “You’re way too good for me, you realize that, right? Thanks for not holding all of that over my head, because what I did wasn’t fair to you. It wasn’t even fair to myself, and I know I shouldn’t still feel bad, but it’s hard to let go of it all.” Her voice went quieter, as she looked at her feet, not wanting to look at him. She’d always been the type to beat herself up over her mistakes, but she was learning to let go of things. It was just taking some time, that’s all. After she kissed him, a rather childish grin spread on her face, the same look that was mirrored on his. She couldn’t help it, it just wasn’t something she was used to yet, again at least. Listening to him, she just felt incredibly lucky, looking over at him as he squeezed her hand.

                                                                      The young girl glanced out the window, a smile ever present on her face. She didn't care how long they took things, as long as she got to be with him. Honestly, that was all that she wanted at the moment. She hadn't seemed to realize how much she'd missed him since they'd run into each other the night before. Of course she'd missed him, but it was hard to realize the extent of things until she saw him again. When he asked if she wanted to go out with him after the dinner, she looked over at him, her face lighting up a bit. Shay knew that she shouldn't be surprised, especially considering that he had just confessed to loving her, but she couldn't help it. It was like they were first dating all over again. "Yeah, of course! We can just figure something out then, I'm honestly fine with anything though." She replied. It was true, she didn't care what they did. She'd always been rather easy to please, and she wasn't very picky when it came to things like that, or anything really. And since she'd be with Jacen, she could care even less, she just wanted to spend time with him. "I should probably get going. I've gotta get back home, and you've got shopping to do. I'll see you later, okay?" She squeezed his hand, and smiled at him, before starting to get out of the car. Her parents would probably be waking up, and if she didn't get back soon, her mother would probably go into panic mode. She didn't necessarily want to leave, but it was for the best.

                                                                      time skip!


                                                                      After Shay's encounter with Jacen, she'd ended up picking up some aspirin and headed home. Her parents were just beginning to stir, and hadn't even noticed that she was gone. It wasn't exactly like she was still in high school and had to hide the fact that she had gone out, but it was still easier to just let them think she'd been there the whole time instead of explaining what happened. She hadn't told them that she and Jacen were back together yet either. It just seemed too fresh in her mind still and like if she said it aloud she'd wake up from some sort of dream, only to find out that they were back where they were. She knew that they would be absolutely ecstatic, but she just didn't know how she was going to tell them. Her parents were still rather out of it, even if they were awake, so she decided to just go back upstairs to her room and rest a bit. She hadn't been up for very long, but it seemed like a good enough way to kill her headache. Besides, it wasn't like she had anything better to be doing anyway.

                                                                      The blonde woke up a bit later, feeling much better than she had before. She still had a bit of time to kill, so she ended up catching up with her parents. It was nice, especially considering they hardly saw each other the night before, with the exception of their not so happy exchange. She really had missed them, and it'd been much too long since she'd been back home. After a while, Shayla retreated back to her room to get ready for dinner. The whole process didn't take her very long at all, considering she wasn't one of those girls who spent hours getting ready. She never could see the point in that, it was just a waste of time in her opinion. She glanced at herself in the mirror, hoping that she looked alright. The girl couldn't help to be a bit nervous, which wasn't exactly like her, but she was going to be seeing Jacen, so she couldn't help it. Even hours later, she was still in a bit of disbelief about what happened earlier, but it wasn't exactly a bad feeling. To be honest, she couldn't be happier. Once everyone was ready, she headed out the door, her parents following. The drive was a rather quick one, considering the fact that the Swineheart's only lived right down the street. They easily could have walked if they had wanted to. Arriving at their destination, the trio headed to the door, her mother ringing the doorknob.
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                                                  SHAYLA MARIE STONE
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                                        `the ex-girlfriend

                                                                      Shayla was glad to be back at the Swineheart's house. Quite a few things had changed around there, but it was still familiar to her, and she couldn't help but to have a wave of nostalgia wash over her. There were so many good memories of being there, easily outweighing any bad ones that she might have had. That was how her relationship with Jacen was too, and how she hoped it would be like that again. They rarely ever fought, and when they did, it was usually over nothing particularly important. Even around the time of their breakup, they didn't really fight. It was more them losing touch and just not having the time for each other. She was almost glad that it was like that, instead of them fighting. At least they ended on good terms. Well, maybe not exactly good, but whatever it was, it was better than them hating each other. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she could ever really bring herself to hate the boy, no matter what. It just seemed impossible to her. That wasn't really something that she had to worry about anymore though, considering they were working on getting back together again.

                                                                      This trip seemed to be going much better than she had ever expected it to, and she had only been back in her hometown for a total of roughly twenty-four hours. Never in a million years would she think that this would be the turn out of what she had expected to be just a normal trip back home. Next thing she knew Jacen was there too, and now they were confessing that they still loved each other. It was a lot to process in such a short amount of time, and she was surprised that she'd managed to keep it all from her parents. It wasn't like they wouldn't figure it out soon enough anyway. They were sure to make a big deal out of it and how they're little plan had worked, and she was grateful, but she just didn't know how to tell them. Shay wondered whether or not he had told his parents yet, but she figured that he hadn't. Yes, they'd been excited to see the Stone's, but she had a feeling they'd be even more ecstatic if they knew the news. She started to walk with her parents, and couldn't help but to be a bit distracted, wondering where Jacen was. It seemed like her question was answered when suddenly she felt someone take her hand and pull her into the kitchen, that person being him. "Hey." She replied, smiling bright as he pulled her close. It was like there were butterflies in her chest, and it reminded her of when they first started dating. It was familiar and new, all at the same time.

                                                                      It was good to be around him again, without the tension or awkwardness of their previous meetings this trip. Sure, they had their good moments, but each time other than this one that she'd ran into him had been like a roller coaster. It seemed like they were done with that though, and only going up and up. She truly couldn't be any happier. When he complimented her, her face lit up, and she even blushed slightly. Shay felt slightly ridiculous about that, especially considering the fact that it was Jacen, of all people. "Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." She replied, leaning against the counter, a grin playing on her lips. It was true, he did look great, as usual. She glanced around the kitchen as he paid attention to the chicken, taking in all of the seemingly unnoticeable differences. College was fun for her, really, it was, but it was good to be back around the places she grew up and around the people she grew up with. Nothing could beat that feeling of being home. She didn't really consider the house she grew up in home, the whole town was home to her. It was relatively small, and she had countless memories of it. Things had changed a bit since she'd left, different people moving in, new buildings being built, but it was undeniably home, that was for sure. She nodded when he talked about the min-golf course being open to midnight and his plans. "That sounds perfect. Well, that could be a problem I don't care what we do either. Anything is fine, honestly. I just want to spend time with you." She was absolutely horrible with deciding things like that, and unlike most girls, when she said that she didn't care, she almost always meant it. She wasn't really a picky person and was happy with nearly anything. Hearing him say that he loved her, she was caught a bit off guard at first, but a smile spread on her face. "Mhmm, well, not as much as I love you." She replied, looking over at him.

                                                                      Their parents were still gone, probably sitting in the living room, and she was a bit glad for that. It was nice to have a few moments to themselves before their parents attacked them with the first round of questions. It would be a long dinner, that was for sure, but she could definitely think of much worse ways to spend her time. It'd be nice to catch up with the Swineheart's, and her parents too, for that matter. They'd talked for a bit earlier, but she hadn't gotten to see them very much. On the bright side, she would be moving back soon and she'd see them more than enough then. She'd miss the friends that she'd made during college, but it was worth it to be back in her hometown. "Did you tell your parents about us yet?" She asked him curiously.

                                                                      ooc outfit sorry about the wait and the fact that this post is a bit short :c
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                                  JACQUILYN elizabeth RYKER
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                                                                      Jacquilyn Elizabeth Ryker was sound asleep in her bed, surrounded by the four walls of her room, all of which were covered in posters of various bands and other things that she enjoyed. Her belongings were strewn everywhere, no real organization was visible. One thing was for sure, it was unmistakably Jac’s. Her room seemed to reflect her personality perfectly. She was all over the place, loud, and well, different from most people. The girl was as sarcastic as they came. When people took the time to get to know her, she was a bit different…softer. She still avoided talking about her emotions like they were a plague, but she was a lot nicer around them. Not that she was usually mean, she just had a rather strong personality, and some people don’t take to it well. She wasn’t really one to care what people thought about her anyway, she could actually care less. If people liked her, great, but if they didn’t, she wasn’t going to waste her time trying to change their opinion. It wasn’t worth it, she had her friends and that was all that really mattered to her. She was still sleeping, blissfully unaware of the fact that she had anything to be doing that day. That was quite far from the truth though. The night before, her band had been playing a show with a slew of other local bands they’d rounded up, nothing too big, when they’d ended up being scouted by a record company. It was one of the last things that she had expected to happen, but she couldn’t be happier. They’d been told to go to the city tomorrow to discuss things, meaning that there was a very strong possibility that the band would be getting signed. However, it wouldn’t be a walk in the park if they did. They’d have to be shaped and molded into whatever the label wanted them to be before they could really do any promotion, which she wasn’t exactly looking forward too. She didn’t even want to try to think about what they’d try to change about her. But hey, at least she would get the chance to get out of her small town and live the dream.

                                                                      “JAC, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”
                                                                      A voice yelled, startling the vibrant haired girl out of her sleep. She jumped up, effectively confused as to what was going on and quite alert, for having only been awake a few mere seconds. Her eyes began to adjust and she realized that it was Alex, not only the drummer of the band, but also one of her best friends, she relaxed a bit. “Do I even want to ask how you got in or why you woke me up?” She mumbled. He glanced at her incredulously, and she struggled to figure out what she was missing. “The window, which you should probably stop forgetting to lock. And we’ve got to be at the label really soon and if you don’t get up right now, we’re going to be late.” The words didn’t really connect in her mind, and she just rolled over onto her stomach and pulling the pillow over her head, an attempt to fall back to sleep. “Five more minutes.” Her plans were interrupted when the boy picked her up and started carrying her. “Put me down!” She protested, trying to free herself. Before she knew it, she was sitting in the bathtub with a confused expression on her face. “Are you going to get ready or do I need to turn this on?” He threatened, a grin on his face. Not even bothering to reply, she scrambled out of the bathtub and made her way back to her room.

                                                                      Everything was just starting to click, and Jac began to start to panic a bit. How come she didn’t pack anything the night before? And more importantly, how come she never set an alarm? She bit her lip, trying her best to hurry, she plucked her suitcase out of her closet and tossed it onto her bed. She ran around her room in a bit of a frenzy, flinging clothes and whatever else it was that she deemed necessary to bring with her. She wasn’t exactly sure when they’d be back home, but it’d be better to over pack instead of the other way around. Once everything was packed, she realized that she still needed to get ready. The girl grabbed an outfit and was about to kick Alex out so that she could change, but then she realized that wasn’t an option. Her father could figure out that he was there, and that wouldn’t be the best scene considering that he hated the boy. She never really could figure out why, but he didn’t seem to have a reason for a lot of the things that he did. Sighing, she left the room, shutting the door behind her, and got changed in the bathroom. She ran a brush through her hair, deciding that it looked alright, before starting to brush her teeth. Quickly she applied a little bit of eyeliner, not wanting to go to the meeting completely without makeup. With all of that taken care of, she went back to her room. She plucked her acoustic guitar off its stand, carefully putting it into its case, before grabbing her suitcase. Even though she sang in the band, she wanted to bring her guitar along with her. “C’mon, let’s go!” She exclaimed, making a motion for him to follow her out the door.

                                                                      When they made it to the living room, she froze. She hadn’t been expecting her father to be awake, much less sitting on the couch. This complicated her plan quite a bit, especially since she didn’t plan on telling him that she was leaving. It would’ve been much simpler that way, at least in her eyes. By the time she got home the night before, he was already passed out, so she kept the good news to herself. He wasn’t exactly person to get along with, that much was for sure. She never got the chance to know her mother, but it wasn’t because she ran out on her or anything. She’d died giving birth to Jac, leaving her dad a single father from the start. He’d always been resentful of his daughter, blaming her for taking away his wife. He turned to drinking, not being able to accept the loss, leaving the poor girl to spend her life fending for herself. At least it taught her to be independent from a young age. Her father flung insults at her left and right once she started high school, but she learned to let the words bounce off of her. She managed to ignore him for the most part. He looked at her, taking in the suitcase and Alex, and starting to look angrier and angrier as the seconds ticked by. The man stood up, grabbing her by the wrist, causing her to wince. Well, that’d leave a nice little bruise later. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked her, voice beginning to rise. “Out. And is this any way to act in front of company?” She replied, her voice short as she looked up at him defiantly. Maybe it wasn’t her smartest idea, but she didn’t care. It wasn't like he could really stop her from leaving, she was eighteen now after all. “He’s hardly company.” Rolling her eyes, she broke free from his grip and hurried out the door, with her things and Alex in tow.

                                                                      Once they were out of the house, she carefully put her things into the back of Alex’s car, before climbing into the passenger seat. The beat up car was rather full with both of their belongings, but it was comfortable enough. “Sorry about that.” She apologized, glancing out the window. He’d been at their house during worse, but apologizing still seemed like the right thing to do. The morning was off to rather rough start for her, and she could only hope that it would get better as the day progressed. She couldn’t imagine it getting worse, considering that they were on their way to talk with a famous and rather large record company. She had a feeling it would take her awhile to get over the shock of the whole situation. It just didn’t seem real to her. Things were finally starting to work out for the band. They’d be able to land actual tours and really do what they loved. At the moment they couldn’t do very much as far touring went. Sure, they played local gigs pretty often, but they rarely made it out of the state, due to funding and reasons along that line. She shook herself out of her thoughts when Alex spoke. “It’s fine. Don’t apologize.” He replied, smiling at her. She just nodded in response, turning up the radio as the pair continued to drive.

                                                                      They made it into New York City much quicker than usual, making it in only an hour, as opposed to the usual hour and a half. She always loved the city, even though she never got the chance to go that often. It was fun to just wander around with no real destination in mind. As they were trying to find a parking spot, she pulled out her phone to check the time. Somehow they were there on time, with seven minutes to spare actually. By the time they got inside though they’d be right on time. Seeing she had a message, she opened it, only to see that it was from Nate, demanding to know where she was. Jac would never admit it to a single person ever, but she had a bit of a crush on him for years now. She’d always chosen to ignore it, thinking it was nothing, and not wanting to ruin their friendship.


                                                                      To; Nate
                                                                      From; Jac
                                                                      Calm down! Alex and I are parking now, we’ll be there soon.


                                                                      She slid her phone back into her pocket, right as he found them a parking spot. She got out of the car, hurrying into the building with Alex. After explaining who they were and why they were there in a rather hurried voice, the woman sitting behind the desk gave them directions on where to go, and they were off on the way. Her instructions proved to be easy to follow, and they arrived in a waiting room at eleven o’clock on the dot. ”Hey guys.” She greeted them. Jac plopped down on the couch, wondering where whoever they were supposed to be meeting with was. “Told you we’d be here.” She said to Nate, a grin on her face. She couldn’t believe they’d made it on time, considering how the morning had started.

                                                                      ooc sorry for the wait! i got rather busy for a bit. i hope this is alright!


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                                                                      INTOXICATION, PARANOIA, AND A LOT OF FAME
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                                  SAGE SAFIRE O'MALLEY
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                        `lensherr's pheromone manipulator


                                                                      Sage's day had been less than exciting, which she wasn't exactly happy about. Felix and Aziza disappeared off to God konws where, and she decided not to stick around to talk to Alek and Elysia.The raven haired female opted to get changed and spend the majority of the day training by herself. Her power wasn't exactly like most of the students at Lensherr, or Xavier either. She couldn't really practice it without another person, and there weren't always people willing to help her out. She couldn't really blame them though. Despite those issues, she still loved her power. It could almost be compared to a slightly less effective mind control, and she could do some serious damage with it if she wanted to. She could be rather manipulative when she wanted to be, but for the most part she refrained from using her powers on her friends. Maybe she came off as a bit blunt or harsh, but she really did have a soft side when it came to the people she cared about. Even if she tried to usually keep said soft spot a secret. Anyway, when it came to training alone, she stuck to things like running or using a punching bag. She had to keep in shape somehow, and to be honest, she did a pretty good job of that.

                                                                      After a rather grueling workout session, she headed back to her room. It wasn't quite time for the bonfire yet, but she still decided to get ready for it. After all, she was sweaty from training and needed to shower off. She quickly shed her training clothes before slipping into the shower, the water scorching hot as usual, for the second time that day. Finishing up, she wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped into her closet in search of something to wear for the bonfire. It was still a bit early, but it made sense to just get ready now as opposed to waiting until later. Sage flipped through articles of clothing, trying to find something to wear. After a few moments, she pulled out her favorite leather jacket, an tank top with an American flag on it, and a pair of skinny jeans. It was cute and sure to keep her warm later, she was going to be at a bonfire after all. She slid on her heart necklace, before doing her makeup in the bathroom. It hadn't taken her nearly as long to get ready as she had expected it to. She wasn't one of those girl obsessed with making sure she looked pretty, but the girl still wanted to keep up a good appearance.

                                                                      Since she was already ready to go, she plucked her acoustic guitar from it's stand in the corner and held it on her lap, sitting on the edge of her bed. Not many people could tell, but she was a huge music lover. But then again, who wasn't? Sage had taught herself to play the guitar when she was around thirteen and had been hooked ever since. Not a day went by that she didn't practice, if only for a little while. She had a voice to match too, although she rarely ever sang in front of people. It was funny how a girl who was usually so confident couldn't get up the nerve to sing when she wasn't half bad. She didn't really understand the logic behind it herself. Music was an easy escape for her. Whenever she was angry or upset, she didn't turn to anyone, she just got out her iPod or her guitar and turned to music. Out of all the genres, she was a sucker for bands like The Wonder Years or Brand New, but she was generally okay with anything that had a rock sort of feel to it.

                                                                      Time seemed to fly and before she knew it, she figured it would be time to head over for the night's festivities. She couldn't help but to wonder if any Xavier students would show up and try to ruin their fun. Sage had a feeling something would happen, something always seemed to happen at things like this. It wouldn't be hard for them to find the location, especially not if they saw the fire. Well, if they did, they were sure to have a rough time. She knew a few Lensherr students who would try to start a fight immediately, and nearly anyone else would probably join in once fights broke out, her being one of those people. She wouldn't just stand around and let her friends get hurt, and she wasn't one to shy away from a fight anyway. The girl tended to stay away from her brother and her friends for the most part, not wanting to make him mad. Their relationship was rocky enough, she didn't exactly want to make anything worse between them. She just hoped that he wouldn't get hurt if there was fighting, because she could almost guarantee that he would be making an appearance without even talking to him. He was a troublemaker and wouldn't pass up this opportunity.

                                                                      Carefully, she placed her guitar back on it's stand, before going to find her shoes. She looked around, her eyes scanning the room for them. It only took a few seconds to lock on them and she quickly grabbed them. Sitting down, she put them on and began to lace them up. Sage slid her jacket on, not wanting to freeze outside. With that taken care of, she grabbed her phone, looking to see if she had any new messages. She hadn't checked it since sending that text to Miles hours ago, and she wondered if he even replied. After looking, she noticed two new messages from him. The first saying that he'd be there, the second saying that he was already there and on the roof. She laughed slightly, a smile rising on her lips. For being an Xavier student, the boy wasn't half bad. Hell, he was much better than that. He was one of the few people from that school that she even bothered to talk to, and even then, she still kept it a secret. Other than Miles, her brother, and occasionally Tatum, she wasn't really on good terms with anyone there. Especially not Drew.

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                                                                                From ; Sage
                                                                                hey! i'll be there in a few. of course
                                                                                i won't tell anyone, if i wanted you dead
                                                                                i'd handle that myself. kidding, of course. (;


                                                                      After the message finished sending, she slipped the phone into her pocket, exiting her room. Getting up to the roof wasn't difficult, if you were inside the school at least. There was a set of stairs that led up there, but she wasn't exactly sure how Miles managed to get up there. It had to be difficult. Sage stepped out onto the roof, spotting him immediately. She sat down next to him, dangling her legs over the edge. She came up there rather often, it was a good place to go to think. They could see the bonfire from there, and it didn't look like there were that many people there yet. It'd be a while before it picked up. "Hey." She greeted him with a smile. "How'd you get up here anyway? " She asked curiously, looking over at him, before shifting her gaze to the scene of the bonfire in front of her. It appeared to be rather uneventful so far.


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                                                                      Sitting on the roof of Lensherr, with her legs dangling over the edge and Miles next to her, Sage couldn't help but to be in a good mood. Some could say that it was rare for her, but those were the people who didn't know her well. Sure, she could come off as harsh and moody at times, but she wasn't always like that. Around her friends and the people she cared about, she showed a much different side, friendlier, softer even. She still wasn't quite sure how she'd grown to be friends with Miles. Not only was he from Xavier, he was also really different from her personalitywise. How he even managed to be around her blew her mind. The girl was glad that he stuck around though, because she really enjoyed being around him, even if she wouldn't admit that to anyone else. She'd be killed if any of her friends knew that she liked one from Xavier. The only person that wouldn't think she was crazy would be her brother Aiden, and she would never hear the end of it from him. However, he was probably one of the last people that she would ever tell. Typical brother sister relationship? Not exactly.

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                                                                      Elizabeth Clare was awake bright and early on this particular morning. Unlike most sixteen year olds, she was a morning person, usually the first one awake in the house too. She wasn’t sure why, but she had never been one to sleep in, no matter how late she was up the night before. Mornings were just so peaceful, there was something about them that she loved. At the moment,her father was still asleep, leaving her alone. She took this time to pore over the pages of the new textbooks that she had for the upcoming year at Hogwarts, she was a Ravenclaw after all. The blonde couldn't believe that it was already time to go back, summer had just flown by. It felt like she left the school just yesterday, when it had actually been a couple of months. Time sure was a funny thing.

                                                                      Glancing at the clock, she slammed shut her Charms book, before sliding it into her trunk, beside all of her other textbooks. There would be time for that later, now it was time to get ready to leave for Kings Cross Station. Just because she'd been awake for quite some time didn't mean that she felt like getting ready. She couldn't exactly go in her pajamas though, so the girl didn't exactly have much of a choice in the matter. Getting up with a sigh, she went to her closet, looking through it for something suitable to wear. After a moment, she pulled out a pair of high waisted black jeans, a navy polka-dotted bralet with a sheer tank top to go over it, along with a few other accessories to go with the ensemble. After all, it was always good to look nice on the first day of school, even if she would have to change into her uniform eventually.

                                                                      A little while later, she was dressed with her makeup done and everything, she sat down on the edge of her bed next to her kitten Nico. Lizzie had just gotten the black and white kitten on her last trip to Diagon Alley a couple of weeks ago. She stroked his fur for a moment before gently picking him up and sliding him into his carrier, which he hated. With a mew of protest, she managed to get him in and close the door, getting bitten only once. That cat really did not like that carrier. “Calm down, it’s okay.” She murmured softly, an attempt to calm him down. It proved to be rather ineffective, considering he just snarled at her in response. Picking up the carrier, she grabbed her trunk in her other hand and exited her room.

                                                                      After climbing down the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen, setting her things by the door first. She'd heard her dad's alarm go off earlier, and figured that he was probably still getting ready, seeing as the kitchen was empty. The girl was starving and decided to cook a breakfast of eggs for the two of them, one of the few things that she actually knew how to make. He wasn't much of a cook himself either, which caused problems in the Clare household occasionally, but they managed. About two years ago, this was hardly a problem, but that was also back before her mother passed away. She'd ended up getting cancer, which came a complete shock to everyone. That was the sort of thing that happened in those muggle movies or television shows, it wasn't supposed to touch her life. But it had, and it took her mother's life, turning the family of three, into a family of two. Lizzie had ended up missing a good portion of the middle of her fourth year after hearing the news, but dealt with it and was fine for the most part now. She just chose not to talk about it, avoiding the subject like the plague. Although she loved to help people with their problems, she rarely even mentioned her own. She just didn't consider them to be very important. Breakfast came and went relatively fast, the girl supplying the majority of the conversation. She couldn't help it, she had always been talkative. It tended to get her into trouble every once in a while, but she didn't really seem to care. Before she knew it, it was time for the pair to depart off to Platform 9 3/4.

                                                                      Once they arrived, Lizzie looked around, spotting more than a few familiar faces. People were everywhere, parents wishing their children a tearful goodbye, kids excited to board the train. You could always pick out the first years, by the look of nervous excitement on their faces. She could remember her first trip to Hogwarts all too well, and couldn't believe that she was already beginning her sixth year at the school. "I'll see you soon, alright? And don't worry about me, I'll be fine." She told her father, smiling at him. She knew he'd worry no matter what she said, but it was at least worth a try. "You think I'd be used to you leaving by now...Be sure to write, and have fun, sweetheart." He replied, pulling her in for a hug. A few minutes later, she finally bid him goodbye and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

                                                                      Surprisingly, the train was still relatively empty for some reason. The Ravenclaw glanced at a few compartments as she walked, not really seeing anyone she felt like sitting with. As she walked, she heard the sound of someone singing obnoxiously, the voice easily recognizable as Graham, one of her best friends. Lizzie laughed slightly, before stepping into an empty compartment. Quickly, she stowed her trunk above her head, set her kitten down next to her feet, before taking a seat by the window. She sighed, hoping someone would join her soon. Being alone was so dreadfully boring in her opinion, considering there was no one to talk to, obviously.

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                                                                      The compartment that Lizzie was sitting in was a bit too quiet for her liking. Of course, that made perfect sense considering that the girl was sitting by herself. However, she could still faintly hear the sounds of people talking and in Graham's case, singing, but they weren't as loud as they were when she was in the aisle. She figured that the Hogwarts Express was starting to fill up with anxious students, ready to get back to school, or in some cases, to begin their first year. Honestly, she was glad to be going back. It was like her second home, and she missed it dearly whenever she was at her actual home. Sure, she loved being with her father, but it got a bit quiet at times, seeing as it was only the two of them, no siblings or anything. He tended to go through periods of depression as well. Hogwarts was just a better atmosphere for her, seeing as there was always someone to talk to, and it was usually just a happier place to be. It was strange to think that after two more years, she'd be done there and off on her own. It was kind of terrifying actually, but she tried to put that thought off to the back of her mind.

                                                                      Glancing out of the window, she noticed how the amount of people at Platform 9 3/4 seemed to growing to a swarm. She smiled at the sight, knowing that she'd be seeing her friends soon enough. Lizzie took every chance she could to see them over the summer, but even then she didn't get to see them as often as she would have liked to. She wouldn't have to worry about that for the next nine months now, seeing as they would all be at Hogwarts together. It was a good feeling, knowing that so many people she was close to would all be in the same place with her. She had a feeling that the year would be full of drama, but that was just how every year at the school was. The blonde tried to ignore it, or at least keep out of it, but she always managed to get pulled into it, whether she wanted to or not. Who knows, maybe her sixth year would be different for her. Most likely not, but there was always hope, wasn't there?

                                                                      Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone stepping into her compartment. She looked over to see a pretty dark-haired girl who appeared to be struggling to get her luggage up in the storage compartment, before finally getting it, and then taking a seat. She smiled at her, trying to figure out if she'd ever seen her before. After being at Hogwarts for so long, she seemed to know, or at least recognize the faces, of most of the students. The girl looked to be around her age, possibly a year older, yet she didn't recognize her in the slightest, which was a bit strange to her. Maybe she was a transfer, she decided. She had almost forgotten that the girl was even there, getting so wrapped up in her own little thoughts. When she started to talk, Lizzie shook herself out of her thoughts, yet again, and looked over at her. The girl stopped her greeting mid-sentence though, throwing her off a bit. Seeing her shift her rat onto her shoulder, she figured that she was probably trying to keep it away from her kitten, Nico, who was now sitting between her and the window. She patted the little creature, as an attempt to calm it down, and possibly even distract it from the rat. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth. You can call me Lizzie though." She replied with a smile, shaking the girl's hand.

                                                                      It made sense to hear that Joe was a transfer, seeing as the girl didn't look the slightest bit familiar. Hogwarts didn't seem to get too many transfers, that she could remember at least. "What was it like at Durmstrang?" Lizzie asked, deciding to keep up the conversation. It was much better than silence after all, and Joe seemed to be nice enough, even if she had only spoken a few words so far. She'd heard stories about the other school and she'd always imagined it to be rather dark, and maybe a bit dreary for some reason. She wasn't sure why, maybe it was just because the name sounded a bit threatening. "Why'd you transfer?" The question slipped out before she even had time to think it through, and she had to resist the urge to cover her mouth. What if the other girl didn't want to share? Or what if the reason she transferred was because something terrible had happened? "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to. It's not any of my business." She apologized quickly, shrugging her shoulders. Suddenly, another question crossed her mind. [colordodgerblue]"Oh, have you figured out what house you'll be in yet? Or are you getting sorted tonight? I think I've heard of transfers getting sorted early, which makes a bit more sense, considering it'd probably be weird to have you standing up with all of the first years..." She started to ramble off toward the end, genuinely curious. She couldn't remember how transfers were sorted, nor could she figure out what house she thought Joe would fit into, seeing as she didn't know her well enough yet.

                                                                      Lizzie turned her attention to the window, deciding that she'd asked enough questions and was probably annoying Joe. She couldn't help it though, once she started talking she had a hard time stopping, and today was no exception to that. She never had any problems with meeting new people at least, even if some got annoyed by her talkative ways. "Sorry for so many questions." She apologized, grinning slightly. Seeing one of her friends, Blyss walk by, she waved at the girl. She was almost tempted to invite her to sit with them, but it was too late and she was already gone.

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                                                                      Over the last two months, a lot had happened in the life of Pennyweather Alyce Locke, or as she preferred, Penn. Right as she was finishing up her fifth year at the prestigious wizarding school of Beauxbatons in France, tragedy struck. Her father was an auror, a rather notable one as well, a job he’d spent a good majority of his life training for. One night, he’d managed to take a rather dangerous wizard into custody, and was supposed to be escorting him to Azkaban. Before he’d gotten the chance, the dark wizard had ended up getting his wand, launching a Killing Curse at Andrew Locke, which proved to be effective. His wife was in complete shock, trying to figure out how such a thing could even happen, or why it happened. Her daughter on the other hand, wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it. She was usually so bright and just didn’t know what to do. Instead of dealing with her own grief, the blonde spent her time trying to make her mother smile, or at least do something other than cry. The majority of her attempts proved to unsuccessful though, and eventually, her mother decided it would be best for the pair to just leave France. She had a sister in Scotland who would let them live with her, and it would be good for them to be around family. Usually Penn would’ve fought tooth and nail, stay true to her stubborn nature, saying that they would be perfectly fine staying where they were. She only had one year left of school after all, she couldn’t just up and leave all of her friends, and move to a new country, go to a whole new school. The idea was just insane! However, given the circumstances, she didn’t argue, she just packed her things and said her goodbyes.

                                                                      Living with Aunt Skye wasn’t as bad as she had expected, and neither was Scotland. Although she had an accent, language wasn’t really that much of a barrier. Seeing as her mother was Scottish, and not French, she’d insisted that Penn be taught English from a young age. Over the last seventeen years, she’d had a good amount of practice and could speak it rather fluently. Starting a new school was her biggest concern though. She’d been informed that the school she’d be attending was called Hogwarts, which seemed like a rather peculiar name to her. Both her mother and her aunt had graduated from there, a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor, respectively, saying that it was a very fine school. She could only hope that it wouldn’t be too bad. Even if it was, at least she would only have to go for another year, and then she’d be off on her own. However, that was an equally terrifying thought.

                                                                      Time seemed to pass quickly, and before she knew it, she found herself at Platform 9 ¾, boarding the Hogwarts Express. She managed to find a compartment that was empty at first, only to be joined by a few others. Penn was glad though, she’d much rather have company than be by herself, even if they were strangers. They were nice enough though, and she learned quite a bit about the school during the journey. Maybe the next year wouldn’t be so bad. After the train ride, they finished the journey to the school in carriages, which seemed to be pulled by some invisible source. The whole day had been incredibly fascinating to her, and she couldn’t help but to ask loads of questions about everything. She’d always been quite curious, and asking questions was just in her nature, which seemed to get on a lot of people’s nerves.

                                                                      Eventually, she found herself at Platform 9 ¾, boarding the Hogwarts Express. She managed to find a compartment that was empty at first, only to be joined by a few others. Penn was glad though, she’d much rather have company than be by herself, even if they were strangers. They were nice enough though, and she learned quite a bit about the school during the journey. Maybe the next year wouldn’t be so bad. After the train ride, they finished the journey to the school in carriages, which seemed to be pulled by some invisible source. The whole day had been incredibly fascinating to her, and she couldn’t help but to ask loads of questions about everything. She’d always been quite curious, and asking questions was just in her nature, which seemed to get on a lot of people’s nerves.

                                                                      Everything seemed to be happening so fast, and before she knew it, she found herself at the school. The castle was a lot different than Beauxbatons, she had to admit, but not in a bad way. It seemed friendlier for some reason, she couldn’t really explain it. Students were ushered into what was referred to as the Great Hall, for a feast. Penn however, had pulled aside by one of the teachers, being told that she still needed to be sorted into a house. She felt a bit ridiculous, having to wait with all of the first years, who seemed to be either giddy or nervous beyond belief. She tried to calm a couple of them down, but wasn’t really much help considering she was basically in the same boat as them. At least the fact that she was a transfer and from France seemed to distract them from their nervousness a bit. Before she knew it, all of the first years were sorted, and finding their place at the appropriate houses’ table. Biting her lip, the Sorting Hat was set upon her head. It started talking, seeming to argue with itself about whether she would be best suited for Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Eventually, it declared that she was to be sorted into Gryffindor, and she found her way to the table of her new house. Her aunt was sure to be proud of the way the sorting turned out, and she wasn’t too upset with it either. She honestly didn’t know what to expect. She’d heard a bit about the houses beforehand and figured that she certainly wouldn’t be sorted into Slytherin, but other than that, she had no clue. Gryffindor seemed like a good enough fit though, and she was glad to be sitting at their table and out of the eye of the whole school. Although she loved being around people and talking, she didn’t exactly enjoy being the center of attention. She began to pile food onto her plate, smiling and introducing herself to the people at her table.


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                                                                      The past two days had gone by in a blur for Elizabeth, better known as Lizzie. That's how it always seemed to work though, because there was always so much to be done the first few days back at Hogwarts, whether it be catching up with friends that hadn't you hadn't seen in months or unpacking, there was never a dull moment to be had. Then of course, there were always those teachers who enjoyed assigning homework in the first few days of class, which was guaranteed to be fun! In the most sarcastic way possible. It was definitely a hectic time, especially for first years or those who had transferred. For some reason, there seemed to be quite a few transfers this year, which seemed a bit odd, but she didn't question it too much. She'd already attended five years at the wizarding school and was starting her sixth, so it she was well adjusted to the hustle and bustle at this point.

                                                                      Lizzie groaned, sitting on the floor of her dorm, her clothes and a miscellaneous assortment of her belongings, strewn haphazardly around her. She hadn't gotten around to unpacking yet, and had had to take nearly everything out of her trunks because she couldn't find what she needed for her costume to wear to the party, the one that she was now running late for. Everything else that she owned seemed to pop out at her, except for her dress and the rest of the things that she actually needed. "Aha!" She exclaimed, pulling out the blue dress, a smile spreading on her face. Tucking a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear, she pushed herself up into a standing position, before leaping over the piles of her things, clutching her dress.

                                                                      A little while later, the sixth year found herself dressed and ready to go. She glanced at the mirror, checking to make sure that she looked alright. Her hair cascaded down her back in soft curls, wearing a bow with anchors to give her outfit an extra little touch. She had on a navy blue and white halter dress with red heels and an anchor necklace to match. It was rather simple, but it got the point across enough, and it looked good, which was really all the the girl cared about. Her makeup wasn't very intricate either, just a dash of red lipstick and a bit of eye makeup to make her eyes stand out. Smoothing down her dress, she smiled a bit, before leaving, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked.

                                                                      Stepping into the Great Hall, Lizzie had to refrain herself from gasping. Even after all these years, the parties at Hogwarts managed to amaze her, and they'd really outdone themselves this time. Everything about the party screamed Halloween, even though they weren't anywhere near the holiday. She wasn't about to complain though, it looked truly incredible. The students had done a fabulous job of dressing up as well, all of the costumes were so creative and elaborate. It was sure to be a great night. Looking around she spotted one of her ex's, Bennie, who she was honestly on rather good terms with still, dressed in drag as a sailor as well. She couldn't help but to laugh slightly, especially since their costumes were rather similar, and flashed him a smile, before continuing on her way. She saw a few other familiar faces, but everyone seemed to be preoccupied already for the most part. It was one of the downfalls of showing up late. Continuing to look around, she noticed she was standing next to someone dressed as Batman. There were loads of people who came as superheroes, but she had to admit, he probably had one of the best costumes, and the best taste when it came to superheroes. "Nice costume." She commented with a bit of a grin. She didn't have anyone to talk to and by the looks of it, neither did he, so why not? Lizzie was always one to talk to anyone and everyone anyway. She couldn't really tell if she recognized him or not, seeing as a mask covered the majority of his face. He didn't really look familiar from what she could see at least. "'Ello, I'm Lizzie by the way. I don't think we've met, or if we have, I'm sorry. The mask makes it a bit difficult to tell." She told him lightly, a smile on her lips, as she held her hand out.

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                      veraquinnvega
                                  the district twelve tribute
                                                                          Vera had hardly slept that night. Her little sister had been wide awake, in fear that she would get picked the next day. The younger girl was only twelve, and it was the first year her name was in the bowl. Now she had to worry about not only herself, but Hazel as well. Vera tried to convince her that the possibility of her getting picked was nearly impossible, but she just wouldn't listen. It was the redheaded girl who had a bigger problem. Her name was in the bowl quite a few times, since she had had to take out tesserae three times.

                                                                          Her mother, Tessa, was a woman from the Capitol, who’d moved to District Twelve when she sixteen because her father was assigned there as a Peacekeeper. She’d ended up falling in love with a coal miner, and next thing she knew, they were married and had two daughters. However, she didn’t live to see her daughters grow up. She’d died during childbirth with Hazel, leaving the two girls without a mother. Their father raised them the best he could. He worked a lot, trying to make ends meet for them. Their childhood honestly wasn’t that bad, not compared to most of the families in the district. When Vera was fifteen, her father had gotten into an accident in the mines, breaking his leg. He couldn’t work for months, forcing her to take out tesserae for each of them. Her father was extremely angry when he found out what she'd done, but it was too late, the deed had been done. Now he was back in work, and they were getting along just fine again.

                                                                          She slipped on her dress and then zipped it up, before smoothing it down. Her red hair tumbled down her shoulders in waves and she smiled slightly, looking at herself in the mirror. “Dad said it’s time to go.” Hazel said, standing in the doorway, biting her lip. Vera nodded at the little girl and walked toward her, taking her hand. The trio left the house, headed toward where the Reaping’s were always held. As they walked, she tried to cheer up the younger Vega daughter, but her attempts didn't seem to change her mood at all. She walked up to the Peacekeepers to get her identification done, flinching slightly as they took a drop of blood. It didn't really hurt but it was still wasn't fun. Once her sister made it through, she pointed out where she needed to go stand and gave her a hug, before joining her own age group.

                                                                          Effie Trinket, the District Twelve spokesperson, was up on stage. She begun her speech about The Hunger Games, and how it was an honor to compete in them, and things of the sort. Vera started to get a bit annoyed, and let her mind drift off and think of pleasanter things.To say that he couldn't stand the Capitol would be an understatement. She knew people in the District that lived in poverty, and her family honestly wasn't that far from it, and it was hard to watch how superficial and fake the Capitol people were. They wasted their money on making themselves what they thought looked good, while people were suffering. They didn't even spare a thought on anyone in the Districts, or any real problem.

                                                                          When the woman in the pink wig was about to announce the names, Vera brought herself to pay attention. She drummed her fingers on her leg impatiently, waiting and hoping that it wouldn't be her sister or herself whose name was called. "Vera Vega!" Effie called out with that annoying Capitol accent and a bright smile on her face. Her jaw all but dropped. She couldn't believe it. Out of all of the people in the district, how come it had to be her? She shook her head and took a deep breath, composing herself, she stepped out of the crowd. Feigning confidence and composure, she stepped onto the stage, keeping any real emotion masked. She wasn't about to cry, not in front of so many people. She had to look strong, make a good impression from the very start.


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                      jaxonaidenlightwood
                                  the district four tribute
                                                                          It was Reaping Day again. The day that anyone with kids or nearly anyone between the ages of twelve to eighteen grew to fear, unless they trained to be in the Games. On this day, twenty four children would be chosen, and before long, twenty three of those children would be dead as the Capitols and others watched in delight. The very thought of it made Jaxon sick to his stomach, although there were very few people he'd admit this to. Saying anything bad about the The Hunger Games would be viewed as a direct insult to the Capitol, and he wasn't foolish enough to make that mistake. He just bit his tongue and hoped that he wouldn't be picked this year. His family wasn't the wealthiest in the district, but they weren't poor either. They had enough money that he didn't have to put his name in extra times for tesserae, and neither would his younger sister when she was old enough, something that he was grateful for every day. The chance of him getting picked was slim, but that didn't stop him from worrying about it. Didn't everyone worry though?

                                                                          "Jax, do you think you're going to get picked?"
                                                                          His little sister, Marina, asked him, a scared look in her eyes. It was almost as if she'd read his mind. She was only eight, still a few years away from having her name in the bowl. The boy honestly didn't know what he'd do if she ever got reaped. "No, of course not, Rina. I'll be fine." He replied easily, bending down so he was at eye level to her, a smile on his face. As far as he knew, it wasn't a lie. Standing up, he swung her around in a circle, causing the little girl to giggle. "We've got to leave in a few, go finish getting ready." He told her, playfully pushing her out of the room. Just another hour or so and it'd be determined whether he'd live to see eighteen.

                                                                          After he was finished getting dressed, his parents herded his sister and him out the door and into the area where the Reaping's were always held. Peacekeepers seemed to be everywhere, and it took a lot of restraint not to roll his eyes at them. It was ridiculous. But then again, the Capitol was almost synonymous with the word ridiculous. Just a look at one of their citizen proved that. As much as he hated them, he held a certain jealousy for the Capitol's citizens. Only because of the fact that they didn't have to go through this. They didn't have to live every year in fear of being reaped, didn't have to watch their friends and family members slaughtered on national television, without even mourning them for a second. It wasn't fair in his eyes. He held his finger out for them to take a drop of blood from, not even flinching. He hadn't even really been paying attention, to be honest. With that taken care of, stood with all of the other seventeen year old boys.

                                                                          Cecily, District Four's spokesperson, dressed as outrageously as usual, began her yearly speech. She looked like a ray of sunshine, deeply in contrast to the melancholy looks of everyone in the crowd. He'd heard her speech for the last seventeen years of his life, and could probably repeat it nearly word by word if he wanted to. Finally, it was time for the 'main event', the reaping. He looked over and smiled, seeing his best friend, Rosie. She was the only person outside of his family that he really trusted when it came down to it. He could tell her absolutely anything. When Cecily finally called out the name of the female tribute, it took a minute for the name to register in his ears. It couldn't be Rosie. It just couldn't be. He waited eagerly, waiting to see if someone would volunteer, but no one did.

                                                                          His mind was still spinning when the boy's name was called out. He didn't even listened to the name being called, not caring. "I volunteer." Jax said, his voice quiet. "I volunteer as tribute!" He repeated louder, stepping into the isle. A few Peacekeepers ushered him up to the stage, so that he was standing next to Rosie. He hadn't even thought over what he had done. He was impulsive, and he wanted to do whatever he could to keep the girl safe. Of course, now that meant that he would have to die in order to save her life, but he didn't care. His parents would be able to take care of Marina, they'd all be fine. Maybe he'd be missed, but he didn't care about that right now. Everyone would get along just fine without him in their lives. He looked over at her and smiled hesitantly, not able to do anything else but offer her his hand, the weight of his decision settling in on him.

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                      veraquinnvega
                                  the district twelve tribute


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                      jaxonaidenlightwood
                                  the district four tribute
                                                                          The last half an hour or so passed in a blur, Jax still struggling to come to terms with what he'd done. He could only hope that at least Rosie would make it out alive, even if that meant that he wouldn't. His family would be heartbroken at first, but he knew they'd manage to get over it and keep on going. They had good enough jobs, they didn't need him for much. He wasn't sure how Rosie felt about the fact that he volunteered to save her, but she probably wouldn't be that happy about it. He shook off his thoughts, focusing his full attention on the door as his family walked inside to see him before he'd be ushered off to the Capitol to prepare for the Games.

                                                                          "Jaxon Aiden Lightwood, how could you do this to us? To yourself?"
                                                                          His mother demanded angrily, tears already pooling in her eyes. She looked like she'd been crying earlier as well. Marina looked at him silently, a look of sadness on her face. His father on the other hand attempted to keep his face clear of emotion, but their were slight cracks in his facade. "Mom, we only have a few minutes, don't spend them being mad at me. You knew I had to do this." He said quietly, looking down at her. "Rina, stay out of trouble alright? You know I love you." Jax said to her, faking a smile and ruffling her hair playfully. "Mom, Dad, don't worry about me too much. It'll be easier to just forget, but I can't expect you to do that. I love all three of you so much, honestly." He confessed, hugging his family. Before they even got to really respond, they were being ushered out by Peacekeepers, leaving him alone with his thoughts, yet again.

                                                                          Before he knew it, he found himself on District Four's train, along with Rosie, Cecily, and their mentor Maximus. Once he'd been escorted to his chamber, he spent the majority of the time just messing around with the little gadgets of the Capitol. Part of him was annoyed by how glamorous it was when some districts lived in poverty, but the other part couldn't helped but to be fascinated by it. It was interesting to see how everything worked and it helped to distract him from the fact that he was most likely going to be dying sometime soon and would never live to see eighteen. It was a lot to deal with, and his thoughts were proving to be a dangerous place to be.

                                                                          Eventually someone came and collected him for dinner, and he plopped down into the chair beside Rosie. He smiled reassuringly over at the girl, wondering how she was taking everything. Maximus seemed to be looking them over, trying to get a good handle on them, judging to see if he had a victor on his hands. In all honesty, Jax figured he had a shot at making it pretty far, if he wanted to kill anyone. He was tall, had a good enough build, overall, he wasn't bad. Charming the people of the Capitol probably wouldn't be too hard either.

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