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Josiah Licent
 Posted: Aug 12 2013, 03:09 PM
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There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place
And there's no time like the present to drink these draining seconds


Josiah's parents hadn't come to see him before he left. No one had entered the room once they through his sobbing, inarticulate form on the floor inside. It was one of the fanciest places he'd ever been, but he couldn't take in his surroundings because he was fighting for air. It seemed like a high-pitched noise was whining in his ear, but it gradually died out as his breathing returned to normal. Weakly, he was able to pull himself up and prop himself against one of the walls, still crying into his hands. He curled his knees up to his chest and sobbed, not caring now because no one could see.

Even his sobs died after a while. His shirt was soaked through, and wiping his clammy face on his arm did little to help him get dry. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. Maybe if he just went to sleep this whole nightmare would go away. But Josiah was too smart to think he was dreaming. He was here because Voxe had died and his father was a dumbwad. He was going into the Games. He would be on TV. Hell, he'd already been on TV and that had not gone very well, to put it lightly. His stomach twisted back into knots as he thought about how he'd broken down... again. He'd tried so hard not to, but he wasn't sure how anyone could judge him now. He was going to die; wasn't it right to freak out? It was the people who didn't that were the strange ones, the people who smiled for the cameras.

And yet, he somehow kept his composure as his escort lead him out of the building and to the train station. He shut the world out, condensing it down to the tunnel of vision he gave himself, looking down at his feet, ignoring the sounds of people, pretending they weren't there. Still, his face was flushed red and he'd added another layer of sweat before he climbed into the train car. He hadn't even looked at the girl tribute. He had no clue who she was, and at this point, he didn't care.

He collapsed into one of the couches, the too puffy cushions nearly swallowing him in their fluffy embrace. He looked out the window as the train began moving, gazing far into the distance and trying his hardest not to cry.

But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you
Like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear

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Kimberly Cramer
 Posted: Aug 12 2013, 03:42 PM
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Kimberly was put into the little room, the one with the small window and a few chairs. She was alone in that small comfort room, where she finally let a few tears fall. The tears that wanted to fall out in the open, in front of everyone. She forced them to stay where they were and she put on a strong façade. When the tears fell, a knock interrupted her emotional breakdown away from everyone. Safe in that little room. It opened and her father appeared.

"Daddy!" She cried out. She wanted to go and hug him. To make everything go back to normal, but she stopped herself. "Why? Why did you pick me. Why on earth would you choose me over your other two? WHy, Daddy? Why?"

Her words came out forced. Trying to find out information that she wanted to know. To figure out why he had chosen above her sisters. He only met her with a pained face and pursed lips. He went over to her, pulling her into a hug, but Kimberly pushed him away.

"I don't want a hug. I want answers, Daddy! WHY?" She yelled at him, but he shook his head.

"Honey... your brother... I... I had no choice. Your sisters are too young." THat was all he could muster up before closing his mouth. Turning away, he left quickly, the door closing quickly between him and his daughter. Leaving Kimberly standing there in the small room all alone, confusion marked all across her face.

"Fine... have it that way. Just go on down the line. Next oldest..." She whispered to herself.

It wasn't shortly after that, she met up with her district partner and her words tried to find him, but he wouldn't answer. She remembered how shy he was and could only think that he was only trying to figure out everything as much as she was doing right now. Following her way to the train and he was the first in. She held back, looking back to her district. She didn't want to go, but she had no choice now. It was her father's choice. She ascended the train, her eyes dazzled by how much luxury the train had. Her eyes suddenly found the only other person that she could talk to. That understood what was going through her head. Would he understand? Their brief chat they once had didn't last long, but now they had one more thing in common. They were tributes. Tributes as their siblings once was.

"Josiah... Are you okay?" Her words began a bit shaken, but the more she talked, she began to find her confidence back. "...I'm sorry about him calling your name... I was worried about you. Are you doing okay now?" She looked out the window he was looking out of. The train was moving. It was leaving district six. Would she ever see home again?


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One thousand miles away
There's nothing left to say


Josiah was brought back inside the train by the voice of the other tribute. He registered that much at first, and he thought about ignoring her. He didn't have to talk to her. Especially not now, when she inevitably was going to pity him. The last thing he wanted was her pity or a reminder of how he'd done it yet again. He was sure he'd have enough of it when he saw the reaping recaps. It'd be everywhere, along with images of his sister's death.

But he had a sense he'd heard this voice before, and it was this curiosity that made him look back into the train. As soon as he did, he wished he hadn't. He grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut, as if in pain. When he opened them, she was still there, and he sighed, pressing himself even further into the couch.

It wasn't that Josiah didn't like the girl, but he didn't like seeing her here, for multiple reasons. His selfish reason was that she had been so unbearably talkative the last time he'd run into her, and he didn't want to deal with that in his final days. All he wanted was to be left alone. Second, he realized she was here for the same reason as he was. It would be more bearable if his partner was an unfamiliar face, a simple stranger. But he'd met her before, and she hadn't been too bad. It would suck if she died.

Josiah replied weakly, "Oh, I'm just great, Kimberly. Life is just fantastic." He felt bad for being so sarcastic and negative, maybe even mean, but he felt so bad and angry and lost right now that he didn't care.

We never had a choice
This world is too much noise
It takes me under


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Kimberly Cramer
 Posted: Aug 12 2013, 05:08 PM
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For the longest time, she waited for his reply. Waited for some sort of reaction from him. A smile. A smirk. A gruff noise. Anything to take away the unbearable silence of this unfortunate meeting. She didn't want this to happen. She didn't want to be reaped, let alone to be reaped by her father whose simple logic was that she was old enough, next in line, to go. Her big brother was first, she was next. What would happen if he had to choose again? Would he pick his sister that was a year younger than her instead of her twelve year old sister? The thoughts all came at once, awaiting an answer from her district partner. The only other person who she could relate to at this horrible moment. The moment when she was faced with death, just as her big brother was.

Then he finally spoke, but it was oozing with a hatred that she didn't want to hear. She shook her head at him and her head dropped.

"You know... your not the only one." She mentioned and took a step back from Josiah. As much as she hated silence, she would prefer it against the negative attitude he had towards her. It made her curious if she was wrong to have thought she could have befriended him that day. If she said something wrong to make her sound horrible to him. She tried to think back to the day.

"... my father chose me, too. Between three kids, he chose me. My brother was chosen by the gamemakers, but I was chosen by someone whom I thought loved me. Who would protect me. Who had the audacity to give me a stupid reason... because I was the oldest left. Going down the line. I mean, I never saw my father much... but." She cut it off. She looked to him. If he was being that rude to her just by asking how he was doing, she doubted if he wanted to hear her story. To hear her meaningless chitchat, but she had to get it out. Just talking, even if it was to just a boy who didn't want her there obviously, it made her feel slightly better. At least the silverware wouldn't complain. She turned away from the couch, away from Josiah. Tears threatened to fall again, but she wouldn't. Not in front of anyone.

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Josiah Licent
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Life for you's been less than kind
So take a number, stand in line


Josiah wondered what Voxe had done on the train. Had she distanced herself like he wanted to do? He couldn't picture that, especially since Voxe was best friends with her fellow district partner. She told him in the waiting room that day that it was fate that they both had been sent in, that evil wanted to destroy creatures of light and good. It sounded almost childish, but he supposed childish was better than cruel. But even Voxe's final words had been ones of hate. Josiah wasn't nearly the person Voxe was, and he regretted the effect his words had on Kimberly, but he couldn't really say he regretted saying them.

Life sucked for both of them. That's what Josiah distilled from Kimberly's rant. He knew this, of course, beforehand. He thought about her situation. And normally, he would've stewed in silence or gone into another car, but there was just enough anger and fear in him that he lashed back, "Well at least your dad loves you." Josiah crossed his arms over his chest to stop them from shaking. He was starting to sweat again.

"You know why my father said my name?" he asked. "He didn't even know what the hell he was doing. He was too stoned to know or care. And it's not like I expected anything different of him. That's how he is all the time, okay? Him and my mom. So I'm sorry if I'm not sympathetic." He felt tears welling in his eyes and he turned his head back to the window, watching the world pass by at an alarming rate. "At least your dad had a reason. Mine didn't."

We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt
How we survive is what makes us who we are

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Kimberly Cramer
 Posted: Aug 12 2013, 06:17 PM
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Her body had turned away from Josiah. The only thing in the world she wanted was a decent companion who would let her talk out her fears and tears and anything else that came up, but she was stuck with this guy. Whose words bit into her like a hot searing knife. She wasn't asking for sympathy. No. She just wanted friendship or at least someone who would understand without taking it out on her. She didn't ask for this... or did she? Is that why her father got rid of her? She deserved this for some reason she couldn't think of. She shrugged against his words again, not turning at all. Just listening.

"Really? Is it better to have someone love you then throw you to the wolves? To shove you over the edge when your not looking? It cuts deeper than any wound I've ever seen in the games." She told him, turning to meet his gaze as he looked out the window. "I'm sorry, about your father. I would prefer that I didn't find out why he chose me. I would have been better off thinking of my own reasons, but I had to ask. I just had to find out. It's my own curse."

Her father's words repeated in her head again. The look on his face as he suddenly dashed out of the room, too ashamed to stay with her. She hoped that he wouldn't watch her in the games. She didn't want her sisters to watch her in the games either. She remembered what it was like when she heard her sisters cry out when Logan died. How she couldn't watch it. Would she be able to watch her own death and not escape it?

Her eyes caught a simple sofa chair in the corner of the room, next to a window. A picture of a bird on the wall behind it. A small smile depicted on her face as she walked over to it. Her fingers traced a line on the wings, then on the small bill.

"The picture of the lark here... looks like one I saw as a child. I remember the song it sang and everything. I've read about them, watched them all the time. They like to show off...." She broke the silence yet again and sat down on the chair sideways, her feet bunching up against her body, her arms going around them protectively. Her eyes never left the painting. "I want to be a bird... To never worry about the reapings or the games. Do you like birds?"

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Josiah Licent
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Josiah saw her turn away from him, and he felt even worse. It wasn't enough, was it, to be Reaped because of his dead sister and his stupid father and to be on his way to his death in a train traveling far too fast. No, he had to feel bad for speaking his mind for once in his life. Worse, the one time he gave a speech like this, it was words that were meant to hurt. Words full of the self-pity he always tried to avoid. He curled his knees up onto the couch, latching around them with his arms.

He didn't reply to her response. He didn't want to dig a deeper hole or hurt her anymore. Josiah was determined not to end up like Voxe. His last words would not be ones of hate. He looked back into the room as Kimberly crossed the car to look at a picture of a bird hanging on the wall. The one thing he could say about her was that she wasn't pitying him now. It was refreshing. With anyone else, they might have babied him and taken his shit.

Josiah missed the jump between conversations and was a bit disoriented with the change in trains of thought. Voxe could be a bit spacey; he remembered how she'd ask questions that seemed to make no sense in context. He wondered if this was one of those--whether Kim would eventually bring the talk back to fathers and death. She sat in the chair. Josiah felt kinda stupid now curled up into a ball while she sat like a normal person, but he didn't uncurl.

"They're okay, I guess," he replied quietly. He wasn't sure how he felt about birds one way or another. Kimberly apparently liked them though. He sighed and said, "Look. I'm sorry. I just--" Can't talk. Am an idiot. Am scared out of my mind. He scowled to himself and looked back out the window.

Bathed in flames we held the brand
Uncurled the fingers in your hand
Pressed into the flesh like sand
Now do you understand?

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Kimberly Cramer
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Kimberly closed her eyes trying to imagine the scene as a child. The bird that was sitting on a nest, singing its heart out while another flew around the nest, making it seem as though it was doing daring dives. Her favorite place was among the trees and anywhere a bird would be seen. She put her hand up to her neck, pulling out a necklace, one that had a bird with outstretched wings, and rubbed it between her two fingers.

Surprisingly, she heard Josiah whisper out again, only this time, his voice didn't seem so angry or hateful. For once, she was glad to hear the voice starting to go back to normal like that one day she had met him, but the answer wasn't really all that pleased with birds. Even though he meant to start a conversation, she didn't push him to finish. Instead, she took up where he left off.

"Did you know, that one species of larks will actually move into a nest left by a thrasher or a mockingbird? Sometimes the eggs would get mixed up and there would be two different types of birds taking care of the same nest?" She began to think about Josiah and herself. They were two different types of birds. Two different lifestyles, attitudes, families and yet their unfortunate meeting wasn't their faults. It just happened like that. Fate interviened for some reason. Something brought them together and for what reason that would be was totally unknown to her. "they have really distinct face patterns, too."

Kimberly looked over to the table and then the rest of the car. The train made no noise going as fast as it did and she looked out the window. No chance of bird watching at this speed. She pulled her hair to one side, and rested her head against the soft backing of the sofa chair. Her eyes moving quickly with each tree that passed by.

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Josiah didn't know what to say in response. He knew absolutely nothing about birds. Maybe Kimberly was some kind of bird expert, but he wasn't. What he knew was pipetting and bacterial clones and controlled experiments. He knew about running and panic attacks and hiding. He knew about love and loss and everything that came with it, but he sure as heck didn't know about birds.

So he sat in silence. He almost felt pressured to say something about birds, which was ridiculous. He didn't owe this girl meaningless chatter and conversation. She was free to carry on as much as she liked, but that didn't mean he had to give something in return. Voxe hadn't talked much about birds. What she loved to talk about all the time was detectives. Anything to do with super sleuths was her forte. She loved books about them, TV shows about them...

He felt hungry. He'd lost his lunch and perhaps some of his breakfast in the crowd today, and now he needed to eat. A bit farther up the car was what looked like a buffet of food. Without a word, he stood up and walked to it. There was a tray with all sorts of tarts and muffins on it, and he began taking one of each kind. Further on was another tray with all sorts of chocolate-covered fruit. Again, he took a lot of this, focusing on the food to keep the pain, embarrassment, and fear at bay, if only for a moment.

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Kimberly kept her gaze outside, not paying attention to Josiah anymore. She knew he wasn't going to talk anymore. No more conversing and that was probably a good thing seeing as how what left his mouth from the time she got on the train was either harsh or sad. She didn't want to deal with those two types again, so she opted to talk about something she knew a lot about. Birds. Any and all types of birds. Larks was the first, the beautiful creatures she loved to look at because of their facial patters, so distinct. It wasn't but a few seconds later after she had quit talking, that his movements caught her attention. She watched him, wanting to speak to him more, but resigned that idea for the moment. No. More bird talk, because that was better than just the awkward silence that rang out in the car.

"The most amazing bird I've ever researched was the kookaburra... have you ever heard of the nursery rhyme? The Kookaburrs sit in the old gum tree?" She questioned him, but without expecting an answer continued. "Their call is so unmistakable. It's call sounds like human laughter. A cackling of sorts that keeps going and going. I would love to have one, one day. To see one up close."

She noticed how he went to the table, searching the contents over and Kimberly wondered what foods were there. What delicacies the avoxes or cooks made. What wonderful taste sensation would be awaiting her taste buds. Instead of following his lead, she merely spoke out to him.

"So, Josiah, does anything up there look edible? Any kind of food worth trying? I've always heard that the food is amazing, what they make in the capitol, but I'm kinda scared about trying what they've prepared. I hope they don't making anything out of greens or any kind of raw vegitable."

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Josiah would probably be super freaked out if there was a bird that's call sounded like laughter. Laughter was something to be avoided at all costs. He hated when people looked down on him. Anyone who did obviously didn't know what it was like to walk a mile in his shoes, how every day was a war waged inside himself between fear and bravery. How he had to continually tread water to keep from drowning in his sadness and loss.

He was about to walk out of the car, towards what he assumed was sleeping quarters, when she spoke again, this time about the food. He blushed rather sheepishly at being caught red-handed with all the food he'd taken. It was finger food mainly, that looked super delicious considering he was subsisting off of plain foods. His salary wasn't much, so he couldn't splurge on sweets or anything much. He shrugged and said, "Ah, I mean, it looks good." He'd heard the Capitol's food was heavenly.

With his loot in hand, he paused for a moment, then said, "I'm gonna go now." It was abrupt, and awkward, and perhaps rude. But he just wanted to be alone with his plate of sweets. He felt there were still more tears he could shed before he got to the Capitol. He might as well get all the torrent of emotions out now.

There's a point I think we're missing
It's in the air we raise our fists in
In the smile we cast each other
My sister, my brother

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Kimberly watched his body language. Everything about him screamed the beginning of the dejavu. Just like the day when she met him the first time and he suddenly just took off. She had no idea where he'd gone, and finding him again was a lost cause. It was happening again. He was going to leave her. She didn't want to be alone any more than he wanted to stay. They were two opposites. Oil and water. They would never mix and she was starting to believe, especially when he took the food and said his goodbyes without even just a simple 'bye'. It was a statement. He was going to go.

The moment he walked away and out of the room, Kimberly found herself teary eyed yet again. The silence in the car swallowing her up and the only sounds she heard was the sobs that came from her own throat. She brought both legs up against her body, hiding her head on her knees, the salty waves of tears falling carelessly soaking her jeans. SHe didn't have to be strong any more. There was no one watching her. No one to perform in front of. No one demanding her to be the chatterbox. At least that would give her a reason not to cry. Without the companionship of Josiah, sorrow filled her heart for her brother and home.

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