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 Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:13 pm
 The Marketplace
This Market Street is where you come to satisfy all your shopping needs and necessities. The art of trade is also practiced here.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:07 pm
█ Allen Leonard Jacobs █
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☍District 10☍ "It's hard to say what you really feel... The truth is, we're all in pain..."
⋆ Nickname :: Al. Nothing special.
⋆ Age :: 17
◄ Location/Occupation ► Butcher Shop, mining the store
◄ Mood ► Calm --> Distressed/annoyed
◄ Inventory/ Weapon ► wrapping paper, a pen and a pad of paper. ══════════════════════════════
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Allen
Allen's apron was sullied with blood. He had just finished decapitating and plucking a few chickens of their feathers. He would go back to clean and gut them in a few minutes but he had to tend to his other chores first. Butchering wasn't a chore, it was a job, one he loved.
He took his apron off and hung it on a rusty nail that hung just before the threshold, between the back and the front of the store. He made his way over to the front counter to tend to the crowd of people awaiting to receive their meat, or to just simply trade.
He wrapped the meat at just about the same speed he could gut a slice the main arteries of an animal. It was the money that he didn't like. He liked money, he just didn't like the math that came with it. He was pulled out of school at age eight, so technically he was still on a third grade math level. His father would occasionally try to teach him, but he never understood it. He never objected to his father's tutoring however. It was one of the only times when he and his father ever rally talked to each other. If you count and awkward "Yes, I get it" once every few minutes. Hey, it was better than nothing.
The customers knew how slow he was at adding the money up, some of them even helped him on a few occasions. None of them really became too irate about it. Simply because they knew his temper was worse than his addition skills.
Withing a couple of hours, he was able to clear the crowd out. He began to head back to the back to finish with the chickens, when another crowd came rushing in. "You've got to be kidding me!" he groaned.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:40 pm
█ Jack Robert Jacobs █
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☍District 10☍ "Work is just a thing to keep your mind off of the things that hurt you the most."
⋆ Nickname :: Bob or Bobby
⋆ Age :: 46
◄ Location/Occupation ►Butcher Shop, mining the store.
◄ Mood ► Calm ---> Worried
◄ Inventory/ Weapon ► Newspaper ══════════════════════════════
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Jack
Jack made his way back to the shop from home. It wasn't a long walk, but he still decided to take one of his two horses. He knew his son didn't like to mine the store, and he'd left him there alone to handle the money. His son wasn't very good with math and he knew that, but the tutoring sessions didn't seam to work much. Doing this, he was taking a huge gambit with his money, but he had faith that it would teach his son something. Even if it was just a little bit of faith.
He pulled the horse to the back of the shop where he tied her to a post. He pat her on the mane before heading inside. He could hear the customers requesting different meats. Some of the more expensive ones at that. He could only imagine the look on Allen's face right about now. He chuckled slightly and made his way to the front.
He stepped next to Allen and gave him a welcoming smile, letting him know that daddy had this under control. "Go take a break." he mumbled to him as he took over.
He was a faster mathematician than his son, but not as fast a rapper. He took his time with that. Within the next half hour he was able to clear the crowd out. He sat on the stool just behind the counter and pulled up a newspaper. He read the latest articles featuring the president and various other people in the capitol. He flipped to the section that read "Honoring the Tributes of Last Years' Games." He read over the names for what may have been the hundredth time since the last Games.
He sat there lost in the faces of the tributes who die in last year's games. he shivered as he almost pictured his son's face as one of theirs... <---*ooc*---> ------------------
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:12 pm
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Nicole Rathway
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There are three words I like to repeat to myself: glass half full.
Just to remind myself to be grateful for everything I have.
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Nicole had ducked out of the house at a rather early hour, and headed toward the marketplace to take a walk alone. Her alone time was cut short when one of the district dogs that wandered around trotted up to her. "Well Hello there boy." She said while scratching the mutt on the head. She didn't mind the company of animals. They actually calmed her more than quiet sometimes. "Walk with me?" She asked the dog as she stood up and began to walk into the marketplace. It followed as if it understood exactly what she was saying.
There were many people already in the marketplace buying various goods. There seemed to be a rather big crowd at the butcher shop today. Nicole only had a little money with her and had no intention of buying anything today. She just had some time to kill before school. Noticing Allen exit the butcher shop, Nicole waved to him and yelled, "Good Morning Allen!" He seemed a bit annoyed at the moment and she figured he had probably been manning the shop with the large crowd. She quickly closed the large distance with the dog trotting with her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:09 pm
█ Allen Leonard Jacobs █
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☍District 10☍ "It's hard to say what you really feel... The truth is, we're all in pain..."
⋆ Nickname :: Al. Nothing special.
⋆ Age :: 17
◄ Location/Occupation ► Market Place, heading home.
◄ Mood ► Annoyed --> Calm, almost relaxed.
◄ Inventory/ Weapon ► .....................
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Allen
Allen took the back way out of the store to avoid his dad and made his way outside. He stood near the entrance for a few seconds, glancing inside and watching his dad reach for the paper. He sighed heavily and tried to shake off his annoyance. He ran his fingers through his hair before starting a medium stride back home.
He didn't take two steps when he heard his name. He looked up to find who was calling him. His eyes found Nicole. Nicole was one of the girls in the district, her blonde hair and hazel eyes mad her prettier than most of the other girls her age. She was a couple of years younger than him, due to the district's schooling system, he used to be in the same class as her when he attended school, but that was nearly four years ago. They were so much older now. His eyes went to the dog shadowing her and back to her. Her warm smile calmed him a bit. He gave her a crooked smile as he stopped walking, slipping one of his hands into his pocket.
"Hey..." he said. He didn't sound too enthusiastic. The annoyance of the crowd still loomed over his head like a dark cloud. He pushed that thought aside, he didn't want to dull the bright day it seemed Nicole was having. "Uhm... yea, good morning."He took his hand out of his pocket to scratch the back of his head as he said this. "That your dog?" He then motioned to the dog with the same hand, then letting it fall against his leg before putting it back in his pocket.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 1:44 pm
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Nicole Rathway
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There are three words I like to repeat to myself: glass half full.
Just to remind myself to be grateful for everything I have.
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Nicole assumed her suspicions were right about Allen being in a poor mood from manning the shop with the large crowd. His tone was quite drab at first but he seemed to cheer up a bit. Nicole was determined to brighten his morning a bit since it seemed to have gotten off to a bad start.
When he mentioned the dog she looked down to him and said, "Nope, ran into him on the way here and he started following me." She bent over slightly and scratched his head again. "Happens sometimes." Nicole shrugged at the statement. She often cared for a lot of animals and some of them seemed to grow attached to her just as she did them. She sometimes saw this particular dog, but had yet to find out it's owner.
The blonde stood back up facing Allen. She couldn't really say she was a friend of Allen's, but she did know him from around the district. Nicole was unsure about his comfort level in talking about certain things but she decided to make some chatter. "How's the shop going?" She asked hoping they were getting good business. It was likely they were since they were basically the only shop that sold meat.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:56 pm
█ Allen Leonard Jacobs █
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☍District 10☍ "It's hard to say what you really feel... The truth is, we're all in pain..."
⋆ Nickname :: Al. Nothing special.
⋆ Age :: 17
◄ Location/Occupation ► Market Place, heading home.
◄ Mood ► Annoyed --> Calm, pretty relaxed.
◄ Inventory/ Weapon ► .....................
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Allen
He chuckled a bit about the dog. He didn't find it surprising that it followed her. Hell, if he was a dog he'd follow her as well. Allen was a flirt, most of the girls in the district knew that, though he never really flirt with Nicole. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was her age, but there isn't much memory of his typical escapades with her. When she asked about the shop he sighed. He knew that topic would turn up soon. Rather sooner than later. He nodded glancing back at the shop and turning back to her. "It's good. We just got a few chickens today. About six, so we're doing good."
He stepped a little closer, dropping the subject of the shop. He let his arm fall around her shoulders, trying to make it as casual as possible. "Hey, isn't school starting soon? Would you like me to walk you?" In the position he was now in, he had to look at her from the side. She was shorter than him so he had to look down as well. He fed her a charming crooked smile after he spoke, hoping she didn't think that he was taking it too far.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:37 am
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Nicole Hathway
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There are three words I like to repeat to myself: glass half full.
Just to remind myself to be grateful for everything I have.
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Nicole smiled at Allen. It was well known around town how she was an animal lover. She is usually carrying or playing with somebody's pet whether her own or not. She doesn't usually seek them out just stumbles upon them. Sometimes she wonders if the animals had been looking for her but that is just crazy talk.
Nicole was glad to hear that the store was doing good. "Well that is good. The poor chickens though..." She said trailing off looking at the ground for a moment. Whenever she thought about killing animals it just pained her. Of course, she knew it was necessary and she ate meat. Her brother had convinced her out of her vegetarian stage which was quite silly now that she looks back on it.
The blonde's head rose along with an eyebrow as Allen put his arm around her and offered to take her to school. It seemed casual enough, but she wasn't quite sure. Nicole almost thought about declining because of this gesture, but what harm could be done in just having somebody walk you to school? Perhaps he was just being chivalrous with no motive. "Yea sure. If you've got the time." She said still with her happy tone she had spoken with before. Nicole knew girls talked about Allen at school. They talked about a lot of guys. Personally, she never took much interest; she loved animals.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 11:30 am
█ Allen Leonard Jacobs █
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☍District 10☍ "It's hard to say what you really feel... The truth is, we're all in pain..."
⋆ Nickname :: Al. Nothing special.
⋆ Age :: 17
◄ Location/Occupation ► Market Place, walking Nicole to school
◄ Mood ► Calm, pretty relaxed.
◄ Inventory/ Weapon ► .....................
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Allen
His crooked smile turned into a full smile when she accepted. Allen wasn't trying anything inappropriate, he was genuinely interested in her. She shared his love of animals, the only difference was, he didn't mind killing them. He did so swiftly any how, he made sure they didn't feel anything. There was hardly ever a time when he heard a cry of pain from any animal.
He kept his arm around her, making it more casual as he began to engage in conversation. "So, uhm.." he started. "So it's been a while since I've been in school. How is everyone." The truth was, Allen missed school, but at his current age he was too old to go back. He missed socializing with the girls, and playing around with the guys. He honestly just wondered how Nicole was doing. He remembered seeing her in class working so hard. When his mother died she was one of the only kids he hung with. Because she was so young, he would think he had to protect her. At least that's what his dad told him.
He could imagine it however. The thought of protecting Nicole wasn't so farfetched. Even now as his arm rested around her shoulders, he could feel how fragile she was. Compared to him anyway.<---*ooc*---> Outfit I hope you don't mind, I'm sorta making it as if he has a small crush on her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 11:41 am
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Nicole Hathway
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There are three words I like to repeat to myself: glass half full.
Just to remind myself to be grateful for everything I have.
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Nicole starting walking with Allen in the direction of the school. The marketplace was fairly long and they weren't going very fast so it might take a while, but Nicole wasn't in much of a rush. Sure, she thought school was important, but really they learned the same thing over and over again. Sometimes she wished she could just stop going as Allen had, but she would never have the will to do such a thing.
Thinking about everybody at school was a bit odd. Nicole wasn't one of those people with a ton of friends. There were a few people she enjoyed talking and hanging out with but again she loved just spending time with animals. "Everyone is basically the same. Same boring teachers and material. Not much to talk about really." She told Allen with a shrug. The exception was with those that had lost family members to the hunger games in recent years, but she really didn't feel too keen on talking about them. Nicole usually got good grades even when she didn't try very hard. It came naturally to her.
Out.Of.Cake...Outfit.... Oh that's fine (: I'll have to think about Nicole's opinion a bit..
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 12:46 pm
█ Allen Leonard Jacobs █
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☍District 10☍ "It's hard to say what you really feel... The truth is, we're all in pain..."
⋆ Nickname :: Al. Nothing special.
⋆ Age :: 17
◄ Location/Occupation ► Market Place, walking Nicole to school
◄ Mood ► Calm, a little happy
◄ Inventory/ Weapon ► .....................
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Allen
"Mm" was Allen's reply to Nicole's comment about school. Of course she would think the materiel is boring, she's been leaning it more than he had. He chuckled a bit, as he imagined how bored she looked sitting in class, learning the same things they've been teaching for the last year and a half. He knew this because the materiel his father tutored him with was directly from the school. He wasn't sure how his father got a hold of the materiel, but it didn't bother him. He never really listened anyway.
He let his free hand slip into his pocket as they walked. They were going at a normal pace, it was leisurely. "Okay then," he started on a new topic. "How about you? How is it going at home? How's your cousin?"
Allen fondly thought of Avienne. Nicole's cousin was a piece of work, nice body, cute face and eyes. She had the same family resemblance as Nicole, and her brother. But Allen never really flirt with Avienne though. He wasn't really her type. Not to mention, he kept a rule; Never flirt with more than one girl from the same family.
His thoughts then went to Nicole's brother, Weston. He was pretty cool with Weston, there was a friend;y competition with those two. Allen thought maybe he's meet with Weston later for a horse back rendezvous.<---*ooc*---> OutfitCool. I was just thinking how cute it would be if they somehow ended up in the games together >///<.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:14 pm
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Nicole Hathway
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There are three words I like to repeat to myself: glass half full.
Just to remind myself to be grateful for everything I have.
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Allen didn't give much of a response, but of course Nicole hadn't really given him much to go on in the topic of school. She hated being drilled with the same information constantly. Honestly, her feelings were that she hated the capitol, but she would never voice her opinions. They stayed in her head or were written down in secret. There was too much risk for those that might voice their opinions and Nicole was not willing to take those risks.
Nicole thought about home. There had been a lot of loss in their family, but they persevered through it all the best they could. "Things are good at the ranch. We're getting by." She said and wondered why he was interested in her cousin particularly. "Avienne is doing well. Nothing has really changed much. She's still not very talkative even with me." Nicole wasn't that close to her cousin but they were still friends. They didn't share deep dark secrets and talk constantly. She wasn't really sure what to say. Nicole wasn't that good at talking about herself or her life. Never has been and probably never will be.
It is particularly hard for her to talk about her parents. She remembers them but she was still quite young when the fire took them. They loved both her and her brother and she couldn't help remember the days when they were a happy family doing crazy things together.
Out.Of.Cake...Outfit... Oh that would be cute. I actually kind of want Nicole to get drawn, have some good ideas for what would happen and stuff
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:30 pm
█ Allen Leonard Jacobs █
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☍District 10☍ "It's hard to say what you really feel... The truth is, we're all in pain..."
⋆ Nickname :: Al. Nothing special.
⋆ Age :: 17
◄ Location/Occupation ► Market Place, walking Nicole to school
◄ Mood ► Calm, a little happy
◄ Inventory/ Weapon ► .....................
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Allen
"Mm" again was Allen's answer to Nicole's words. He didn't know what else to say. He knew Nicole didn't really like to talk. But if they didn't talk, then this walk would be a little awkward, or wold it. He looked at her, she looked so sweet and innocent. And he was positive she was. That's what he liked about her, so pure and different.
He fought the urge to stop and kiss her, a slight blush played on his face. He turned around looking strait ahead as they made their way out of the marketplace.<---*ooc*---> OutfitYea same. It would be insane. You want to move this to the school now?
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:14 am
 `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ Ｌｉｌｌｉａｎ Ａｎｎ Ｊｏｈｎｓｏｎ `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ❝Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams.
Let it wash away
My sanity❞ ~District 10~ ►Nickname: Lilly ►Age: 17 ►Where I am: Marketplace ►What I am doing: Shopping/ walking around ►Outfit I am wearing: X ►How I am feeling: Relaxed Lillian rode into the market place on her horse. Her horses name was named Molly. Molly was mostly black, but her back end was white with black spots. Lillian loved this horse more than an other she had seen before. The horse was kind, gentle, and could follow directions.
Lillian got of her horse and then tied her to a mount on the edge of the market place. Once, Molly was tightly ties to the post Lillian started to walk down the main street of the market. She looked through the store windows as she thought I wonder what I should make for dinner. Should I make stew? Or should I make corn bread. Hmmm I really don't know what I should make. Well, what ever I get it has to be for a good deal.
She continued to walk the street till she got tired of walking. When this happened Lillian sat down on a bench on pondered on what she would do today. Lillian said to herself, but aloud,"What to do? What to do?"
~ ❝'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean❞
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 8:49 pm
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ Ｌｉｌｌｉａｎ Ａｎｎ Ｊｏｈｎｓｏｎ `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ❝Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams.
Let it wash away
My sanity❞ ~District 10~ ►Nickname: Lilly ►Age: 17 ►Where I am: Marketplace ►What I am doing: Shopping ►Outfit I am wearing: In post above ►How I am feeling: Calm, Relaxed, happy Lillian leaned back on the bench and looked up towards the pure blue sky. A bird flew by as she watched. The bird was free of everything, the Capitol and everything else. It called everywhere home. She wondered,
I wonder what it would be like the be like to be a bird, free as can be.
After about five minuets Lillian got up and looked up and down the street. There were a few people walking around, but not many. She walked over to the bakery. Lillian smiled as she walked through the door. She then asked the man behind the desk,
"Hello, may I have one loaf of bread please?"
"Good after noon, and that will be 4 coins," the man said as he went and got the loaf of bread.
"thanks," Lillian said as she took the loaf from the man. She then walked back onto the street. Lillian started her way back too Molly.
❝'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean❞
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