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Cordero Whickham
 Posted: Apr 16 2012, 11:20 PM
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It was raining outside. Raining quite hard. He could tell because it was leaking through. Dripping on his homework and upon his already sodden skin. Excalibur lay on his feet, keeping dry from the trespassing rain with his mud matted hair. He would need to wash it out later when they got to the Orphanage. Otherwise they would make him sleep outside with the dog again, not caring for his health, just his survival so he may someday go into the Games.

He heard footsteps but he didn't look to see who they belonged to. For he was in the middle of a challenging problem, set by the teacher specifically for him. And if he stopped right there and then, then he was scared that he'd forget how to do it. That he'd get it wrong.

"And then there was that Career from Four, Elecksander Reinhard, bit of a disappointment that one, what do you say boy's? Were you expecting something... Well more from the strong boy who had captured the hearts of those here in the Capitol?" A shiver ran down his spine at this. A Career had died! Not just anyone but the nineteen year old! There was still hope for another Career shut out! Still hope for his District's redemption!

"A career died?!" the sound of the puke green stool scraping across the floor could be heard as the twelve year old moved closer to the television screen. "Aye Neal. Surly a Career would be able to protect the girl he loved from anyone, including his own district partner. But to be killed by the boy from Six... Well that's inexcusable. People said he was aiming to redeem his District, well he just made Four look like a bucket of rusty nails."

"A career was killed by a Tribute from Six..." Maybe there was hope for his district still. Maybe they could win this thing!


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Jimena Whickham
 Posted: Apr 17 2012, 06:54 AM
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Jimena hurried back towards the Hobb, it was not good condition for her to be out; damp, raining, cold. She’d be sick for sure at this point come morning but she couldn’t leave her baby brother alone at the stall with only his dog for protection. She thought today might’ve been a good day to collect more herbs where her supplies where dwindling but clearly, that was a giant mistake.

People were crowded around the television, as usual, watching the Games with sick fascination. They had never interested her much past the introducing ceremonies where they were all dressed up. It must’ve been so nice, to dress up and get to eat fancy foods and sleep in a giant, soft bed… Jimena shook her head and hurried to her stall, slipping off her shawl and wrapping it around Cordero, giving him another layer of warmth, kissing the top of his head, “How’s your homework going, sweetie?”

She pulled out a clean rag and started drying him off, patting at his cheeks and neck, knowing the last thing they needed was the two of them sick. His hair was a bit awkward to dry but she gently wiped it dry as best she could.
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Cordero Whickham
 Posted: Apr 17 2012, 01:04 PM
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He was glued to the television. Stuck there watching as a twelve year old attacked the nineteen year old career. Watching the older boy run away, only to have to beg for his life and choke his attacker. “How’s your homework going, sweetie?” He jumped in fright as he hadn't noticed that his sister had entered the stall at all.

"I've got it mostly done... until I hear that someone from District Six killed that nineteen year old." She began to pat him dry, but they both knew that having dry skin wouldn't prevent him from getting sick. Not with the leaking roof. Not with wet clothes. Not with the cold wind that was tearing through the Hobb today. "Did you find those herbs that you needed?"

He leaned against her. Jimena was the closest thing he had to a mother now a days. Probably the closest he would ever have. And he was greatful that she took that step up. To ensure that life went on and that neither of them did something stupid and that they'd still be a family.

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Jimena Whickham
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Jimena sighed at the sight of the television, damn Games. Every year they struck terror into all the citizens, especially Cordero, poor thing. She rubbed his shoulder sympathetically as he jumped, putting her container on the shelf behind the stall, “Well, I’m sure it’s nothing that you want to watch, Cord, finish up your homework.”

A quick look over the stall showed that they’d made a bit of money over the few hours she’d been gone, as well as a few things from their barter system; A handful of beans, some rope, and even a stale roll. Not a bad day at all. Jimena sniffed as a few men cheered on a fight between the tributes, looking back at her brother, “It’s getting warmer, we’ll be able to start selling honey again soon. Won’t that be nice?”

It wasn’t much but it was something, something with good memories. Their mother used to harvest honey, before she had been taken away, and they used to get sticky hands from stealing bites when she wasn’t looking. Now, however, they wouldn’t dare steal any that could be used to sell and sustain themselves. Jimena put her arms around her brother as he leaned into her, stroking his hair and holding him close, “It’ll be okay, Cord, I promise. The rain will stop soon.”
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Cordero Whickham
 Posted: Apr 17 2012, 04:02 PM
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His eyes refused to move from the television. They still had a chance. Victory could be District Twelve's this year! After all, wasn't it those who had drawn no attention to themselves during the bloodbath and the rest of the Games who had won the last two games? Surely it was the perfect formula to winning?! “Well, I’m sure it’s nothing that you want to watch, Cord, finish up your homework.” He didn't move. He refused to move. "But Jimena! We could win this time around! They survived the bloodbath!"

He didn't want to leave. If they won this year... he wanted to see every second of the victory. Even if the sight of the blood spilt made him physically sick. “It’s getting warmer, we’ll be able to start selling honey again soon. Won’t that be nice?” Honey. His favourite food. He could remember his mother feeding him honey when he had a sore throat or on his birthday which was deemed a special occasion that was worth the extra expense. "Do you think there would be any honey in time for my first reaping?" Only Jimena would know how scared he was of getting reaped. Yes, he was confident. But that didn't mean he wasn't scared all the same.

“It’ll be okay, Cord, I promise. The rain will stop soon.” Thoughts of the two extra reapings coursed through him. Making him more and more scared. Almost to the point of freaking out. Would someone volunteer for him? Would he make it to be the age of 14 or even 16 like his sister? "And after the rain?" Fear could be heard in the small boy's voice. He was so so so scared and all he needed was some sort of reassurance that nothing would happen to him. That they'd murder the Escort and indeed the rest of the Capitol the moment he was reaped.

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Jimena Whickham
 Posted: Apr 17 2012, 04:29 PM
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“Cord, I mean it, stop watching. Not so close to bedtime, it’ll give you nightmares.”

The idea of Cord, her little baby brother, having to worry about his own life made her sick to her stomach. She was supposed to protect him and instead, she was just as helpless as him when it came to the Capitol’s wrath. What would she do if his name was called? Make someone volunteer? She didn’t know any other boys she hated enough to send into the arena, nobody deserved that, even her enemies.

Jimena sighed and kissed his forehead, “Maybe, I’m not quite sure. If this rain keeps up, I’m afraid not, but hopefully, there’ll be enough for you to have some beforehand,” She knelt down, holding his hands, “But, you’re going to be fine. Even if there isn’t any in time for the first Reaping, you’ll be able to have some. And after the rain, you’ll still be safe. You think the Capitol is dumb enough to try and break us up again? No way, you’re staying with me. Now, finish up your homework so we can go back; we can have some supper, maybe a bath for you. Were you playing in the mud with the dog again?”

He was a bit of a mess at the moment, the dog as well, she’d have to draw a bath for them. If she started it while they were eating, it might be lukewarm for him instead of freezing cold. Then, while he was bathing, she’d have just enough time to shift some of her blankets into his bed again to keep him warm. She knew that Cord would end up in her bed by midnight anyway, they slept in the same bed together more nights than not thanks to the nightmares they both suffered from.

A customer came over and Jimena was quick to help them with a cough that everyone seemed to be suffering from as of late. They had a tiny bit of honey left, just enough to fit into one vial, but nobody could afford it since they needed something of value for it. Instead, she gave the couple some cinnamon and lemon to stir into boiling water, instructing them to drink it once it was cool enough not to burn them, getting a pair of thick, wool socks in return, “Cord, come here, see if these fit you.”
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Cordero Whickham
 Posted: Apr 17 2012, 06:29 PM
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“Cord, I mean it, stop watching. Not so close to bedtime, it’ll give you nightmares.” He didn't want to stop watching. How was he supposed to know if they won if he didn't watch?!

He felt lips against his forehead, summoning forth memories of the time where their mother would tuck him in at night.  “Maybe, I’m not quite sure. If this rain keeps up, I’m afraid not, but hopefully, there’ll be enough for you to have some beforehand,” he felt her hands take his and he looked at her. He missed their parents so much, nothing could replace the whole they left in his heart. Excaliber however decided to try and take advantage of her closeness to the ground by trying to lick her face.  “But, you’re going to be fine. Even if there isn’t any in time for the first Reaping, you’ll be able to have some. And after the rain, you’ll still be safe. You think the Capitol is dumb enough to try and break us up again? No way, you’re staying with me. Now, finish up your homework so we can go back; we can have some supper, maybe a bath for you. Were you playing in the mud with the dog again?”

He shook his head, but before he could vocalize his explanation Excalibur was racing off towards their goods. He pawed at the couple until they petted him, returning to sit at Cord's feet, who had finally moved to sit back at the desk and do his homework. When the couple was finally done he began to explain. "I wasn't exactly playing in the mud... I had to pick him up out of it and when I put him back on the ground he decided to shake."

“Cord, come here, see if these fit you.” The stool scraped against the ground once more as the boy hopped up and made his way over to his older sister, sniffling the whole time. With his butt on the coal dusted ground he pulled off his muddy and saturated right shoe and sock, pulling on the new sock, only for the heel to end halfway to the end of his own heel. "Too small."

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Jimena Whickham
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The customers were okay with the dog, thankfully, some of them were scared off and it lost them a sale. Even if it was a lost sale, though, Jimena couldn’t make herself be mad at him. That dog was the first thing that Cord liked other than her since the death of their parents. It got them other trouble though, like Cord constantly coming back to the orphanage dripping with water or mud or whatever else the dog rolled in. Now he was dripping wet and muddy, sure to get sick, “Well, you’ll need a bath for sure, I’ll have to wash those clothes again.”

Of course, they didn’t fit, of course not. She could deal with not having socks right now since she was dry but he needed a new pair. Jimena sighed and sat next to him, wringing out his socks and rubbing his foot to warm them, tickling gently to try and get him to laugh, “Well then, I suppose they’ll be mine. We’ll close up in a few minutes, okay? Let me just gather everything in my bag.”

Jimena rose to her feet and carefully counted out the money, putting it into the little sack she had for that, then she gathered all the other things she’d earned and tucked them away into her bag, drawing the string tight, “What do you w-” Cord was sniffling, clearly coming down with something from being damp all day long, damn, “Come here, honey.”

She passed her younger brother a clean hankie and felt his face gently, trying to see if he was running a fever, “No going out for you tomorrow, okay? Not until the weather dries out. You’re already sick,” she sighed again, practically feeling stress lines forming on her forehead, “Anyway, what do you want for dinner tonight? I can sneak into the kitchen and make you something other than the usual broth they give us.”
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Cordero Whickham
 Posted: Apr 18 2012, 01:31 PM
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He could remember the day that he found Excalibur perfectly well. A year ago he had been in the Park, skipping a History of Panem class, and hiding from peacekeepers when this scruffy looking puppy that was covered in dried mud and fallen leaves waddled up to him and licked his face. Slowly, Cordero had reached up to pat him and the moment he touched the dog, he rolled onto his stomache and wimpered for a belly rub.

By the end of what should have been class the two had forged an unforgetable bond and Excalibur had even tried to follow him back to school. Somehow Cordero managed to make the dog stay in their hiding place, for when he returned after school he was still there. Still hidden in the tunnel of the playground. So he retrieved the puppy and gave him a bath with the hose at the orphanage, convinced that the puppy was their father in the form of a dog.

“Well, you’ll need a bath for sure, I’ll have to wash those clothes again.” It may sound strange, but Cordero loved baths. He just hated getting rained on by the cold and wet moisture from the clouds. Because like everyone else he hated being sick. And more than that, he hated having to chase Excalibur out of the mud. Jimena then got to work on drying out his feet, and he couldn't help but laugh as she tickled his foot. After all.... that was the most ticklish place on the human body! “Well then, I suppose they’ll be mine. We’ll close up in a few minutes, okay? Let me just gather everything in my bag.”

He nodded. "Alright." Several people came walking past the stall, none stopping to have a look at what they had other than their usual customers. He felt some snot rolling down his upper lip and he quickly wiped it away. “What do you w- Come here, honey.” He leaned into her chest and took the hanky she offered him, blowing his nose with it as she touched his forehead. “No going out for you tomorrow, okay? Not until the weather dries out. You’re already sick, anyway, what do you want for dinner tonight? I can sneak into the kitchen and make you something other than the usual broth they give us.”

He was about to protest and answer her question when a man dressed in white began to examine their stall. His face pailed and he began to hurridly shoved his feet into his shoes. "Peacekeeper" His voice was only just loud enough for Jimena to hear before he grabbed the rope and hid in a pile of their parents' old clothes.

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Jimena smiled when he laughed, the innocent sound that she never grew tired of. She touched at his neck as he blew his nose, thankful that he wasn't feverish yet. That part was the worst, knowing he was absolutely miserable and feeling down and there was nothing she could do until the fever broke. Poor thing would probably just have the sniffles for a bit, if they were lucky, if not it could be anything from the sniffles to pneumonia, which had killed people in their district during the rainy season.

When Cord started hurrying back into his wet shoes, something none of them did, and hid, she knew what was happening before he said it. Sighing, she went over to the trunk and peeled a coat back from behind his face momentarily, “Change your socks, at least, okay? Don't want you getting any sicker.”

She put the coat back over him and watched as the Peacekeeper looked over the different herbs she had stacked in a neat row on the counter. It wasn't often they'd get one of the Peacekeepers looking at their stall, they had top of the line Capitol medicine and they weren't in school, but sometimes they wanted a quick fix or simply were being stingy. Each time they did pay a visit, though, it meant a likely round of nightmares for her little brother. Peacekeepers in 12 were known for being lenient but they still struck pure terror into the boy ever since they murdered their parents in front of them, whipping them until they bled out. Cord hadn't seen much, Jimena had hidden him under her shawl once she realized there was no stopping the brutal punishment, but he evidently had seen enough.

In the end, the Peacekeeper went for the last of their peppermint and chamomile tea blends, giving her another roll and two coins for it before he ran off, likely not wanting to be spotted by other, more strict Peacekeepers. Jimena added those to the stash in her bag and went over to the truck, kneeling in front of it, “Cordy, it's okay, he's gone now. You want to go home, huh? A nice, warm bath and some supper? Are you hungry? You must be.”
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Cordero Whickham
 Posted: Apr 28 2012, 08:34 PM
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The poor twelve year old was shaking in gear by the time his older sister found him in the pile of clothes. It couldn't have been the cold that made him shiver, what with the extra clothes being packed in all around him. “Change your socks, at least, okay? Don't want you getting any sicker.” He nodded, wiping his runny nose on the back of his hand.

What did the Peacekeeper want with them? Was he going to take Jimena away from him too? Would he never see her again? He whisked his wet clothes from his body, pulling a set of his father's clothes into a hug before pulling them on. If the Peacekeeper was looking to finish them off, then they wouldn't get him!

He tied a knot around his neck, making it tight enough to have choked him but loose enough that he actually could breathe. If for some reason that Peacekeeper knew he was here, then he'd have no choice but to declare him dead. And when that happened he'd have just enough time to slip out of the Hobb and hopefully enough time to find a new hiding place.

Maybe he and Excalibur could go hide in the woods?

A barrage of barks reached his ears, instantly he relaxed and closed his eyes pretending to be dead just so the Peacekeeper would let him live. “Cordy, it's okay, he's gone now. You want to go home, huh? A nice, warm bath and some supper? Are you hungry? You must be.” he remained in that state, even as Excalibur licked his face. It was nothing but a recording... a recording to see if he was faking...


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Jimena Whickham
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“Cord? Hey, honey, come on. We've got to go, before the rain gets worse.”

There were a few more moments of stilted silence, Jimena trying to get Cord to come out of his cocoon of clothing. She knew how he got sometimes, lost in his own mind and unable to come back down to talk to her, she just had to be patient. After a few more moments though, she gently pulled back the coat he was hiding under to reveal his head and neck, “Cordy?”

A choked noise escaped her throat when she saw the rope tied around his neck, seemingly cutting off his oxygen. Oh god, no, no no no. This wasn't going to happen to her again. She gently started loosening the noose from around his neck, not wanting to be rough and hurt him further. She put her fingers against his neck, searching frantically for a pulse, “Cordero? Cord? Can you hear me? It's Jimena, you have to talk to me.”

There was a pulse, steady under her insistent pressure. Thank God, if there was one looking over them. Jimena pulled him into her arms, rocking him slowly with his head cradled, “Oh, Cord, don't you ever scare me like that, ever again. You scared me half to death, I thought I’d lost you!”

The idea of Cordero being gone, going to join their parents without her, it scared her to death. He was her baby brother, almost her son at this point, she didn't know what she'd do without him. He showed her things in a new light, made her see the good in people, he was her ball of sunshine. Without him, she may as well start screaming at the Capitol too, or line up at the Peacekeeper's door to make a night's pay much more easily.

She stroked his hair and looked down at him, “Cordero, open your eyes, you look at me and you promise that you'll never scare me like that ever again, you hear?”
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