A Hobo in the King's Court ((OPEN))

[Delta]

"I am completely and utterly useless."

Yes, that phrase just about summed up Gray's life. Was there anything he was good for? Besides being the trophy son his parents always wanted? He couldn't think of one redeeming quality about himself that wasn't purely physical as he sat, lip bleeding, eye blackened, under a flowering cherry blossom in the park. Why had he chosen to mope and bleed and skulk in one of the nicer parks in the district? Well, it hadn't really been his choice. He liked this park; it was quiet, or at least it had been. Being jumped when you least expected it wasn't fun. At all. Not to mention it had been a four on one fight, and while Gray prided himself on being a good fighter, he wasn't a God, and hadn't stood a chance. Under this tree is just where he'd been left when the guys who'd beat him up got bored of kicking him around.

"I totally deserved it," he moaned miserably, touching his fat lip and gritting his teeth in pain. "I really...ow...really deserved this." The ringleader of the attack, a boy named Joey, had called him gay earlier that week, and Gray had knocked out one of his teeth. He really didn't blame Joey; after all, life for a Career was Train, Train, and Beat up other Careers. He had just been getting even. But now Gray would have to get even as well, and he was in no state to do that at that moment.

People who passed by meerly turned up their noses at him as they walked by, not wanting to look at the bleeding obscenity in their beautiful park. Gray didn't mind so much. At least now he could sit and think. The last thing he wanted was for some Peacekeeper to come and arrest him for being obscenely beaten up or something stupid like that. All he wanted was a little solitude. But it looked as if he wasn't going to get that; even with his eyes closed, he could still hear the footsteps that approached him, and he heaved a sigh as the owner of the footsteps' shadow fell across his body, slumped on the ground.

((Open for anyone to jump in and be the person who just walked up))

[Serenity]

Rosette Beatrix
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I love today. I can't help but love it to the last bit. The park was absolutely, fabulously, gorgeous today. At least that's what I thought. No one else would tell me their opinion. I decide to spin while I walk, seeing as I don't always care what people think about me. Except performance. I'm an out cast, anyways. Spinning and spinning, I notice something from the corner of my eye and I drop to my knees and flop against the hard ground, dizzy.

I get up and dust off the dirt from my white and black knee high socks. I pull my hands up and stare at them in awe. The skin on my higher thigh was cut open, not a very deep cut but like a rope burn, and blood was slowly trickling out. I squeeze my eyes shut. My gift and my curse. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to feel pain. That's an interesting thought. I could never tell. I began spinning again, trying to release my mind of thoughts about my stupid ability.

"Oh!" I exclaim to no one in particular as I remember the cause of me falling. Furious, I glare over in the direction I hoped was correct. Trying to make me look like a freak, who ever you are?! I immediately feel the anger drain from my face when I see him. He's sitting there with his eyes closed and all I can think about is what could have happened to him. Maybe he's a freak like me...? Maybe he was beat up? Maybe he is dead?

For no real reason, that very last though made my freeze. Oh good lord, please don't let him be dead. I think as I rush over to him. I stop again, about half way to him. Was this really a good idea? Helping a stranger? He could have been a boy from school. My eyes began to water at that. No. I refuse to cry. I gather my courage and walk almost right up to him. He looks so defeated I can't help but accidentally let a tear slip as I start thinking about my life and how different our lives must be.

I creep up to his still body and kneel down, very aware to kneel the proper way a lady should when wearing a skirt, especially as short as mine. Well, I am wearing shorts under them. But, who cares. Manners right? Performance is all that matters in this cruel world. I peak at his stomach, trying to see if he was breathing. He was definitely breathing. In shock I realize how awkward this must be if he's awake. Trying to cover up before he thinks I'm some sort of Career challenging him or some thief, I look down at his beaten face. He better be awake or else I look like I'm talking to a sleeping person. That would be so awkward, I think. "Are you okay?"

[Toasty]

I was bored out of my mind. Today was pretty damn hot, and it wasn't even summer anymore. I hear it's raining hard in some districts, but not here. District has to be god damn hot. I decide to strip down a bit, removing my shirt, cooling me down much more. Thats more like it, I think to myself. Then it hits me. I dropped my necklace somewhere, the one my dad gave me. it was his token in his Hunger Games, and I'd get messed up if he found out. All he wants is for me to be a great career tribute, and that's what I'm going to be. I look down at my other necklace. It was a simple metal one, with a small tag-like plate on the bottom. It had my name, and he put it on me when I was younger because I loved to wander around. I hate how strict my old man is. I begin to think where I left my necklace. The park. Of course. I slowly make my way downstairs, as I shout out to my mom and dad. "I'm Going to the park for a short walk, then i'll be back for training!" I realize I forgot to grab something to cover up my torso, so I quickly grab a hoodie that's hanging on a rack next to me. I quickly slip it on, zipping it only half way - as always. I actually pity my parents sometimes, believing most of the lies the believe out of my mouth. I grab the handle of the door, and exit my house into Victors Village. My dad had won the Hunger Games sometime back, making our family wealthier than it already was. It's pretty sweet. I focus back on the necklace I'v lost. My house is not too far away from the park; Well at least I don't think it is. I spot some of my neighbors at there houses and flash them a smile and a slight wave.

I finally reach the park, searching around for my dad's necklace. There it is, I spot it on a bench nearby. But then The oddest thing was going on near me. I see this guy with my pale blue eyes; a beaten up career tribute I assume, lying on the ground with a girl talking to him. What the hell? I simply stare at them, quickly grabbing my necklace. If that guy on the ground is a career tribute and I like him, I should ask him who beat him up. Bet they wouldn't be a challenge for me. Wait, is the kid alive? "Hey, you alright, girl? And how bout the boy...Is he dead or what?" I call out, just loud enough for the them to hopefully hear. I'm actually kinda excited right now, not knowing what the hells going on. Somethings actually different in my life for once, and I like it.

[Serenity]

I suddenly hear a voice other than the kid on the floors. I turn around to see a boy behind us. God, I stand up looking him over. He was tall. Taller than most people I knew... But, I didn't know him, so it made sense I tell him, "My name isn't 'girl'. Asking for names before shouting to people might be a good idea, sir." I sigh, running a hand through my blood red hair. I had no idea if this kid was alive or almost dead. Of course, I was worried about him but, I wondered what he deserved the black eye and wounds for. When the guy approaches me and the kid on the floor, I keep my ground. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt us. So, I do the first thing that usually comes to my mind. I put out my hand, offering a shake. "Rosette Beatrix. And, you tell me if he," I nudge my head in the guy on the floors direction. "Is dead or not. And, your name?" I ask, smilig gently.

This reminded me of Thomas. Altho, Thomas didn't exactly wear hoodies the reveal that much chest. But, I respect his style, he must enjoy it. I can tell right then and there, this guy was bored of life. He understood it all to well, he didn't like reality, it was too clear to him. He seems like quite the character, right off the bat. I find myself actually admiring his sweater for the nice color, when I snap back to reality. "So, what brings you out here?" For the moment being, I wasn't really acknowledging the guy on the ground. Poor thing... Anyways, I look back at the tall guy. Friendly as he was, I might need his help right away to get the poor guy on the floor to somewhere safer. I wasn't exactly the strongest being ever.

OOC: We might need to make a seprate thread. Delta hasn't been on since like May xP

[Toasty]

The girl turns her head around, a bit surprised I assume, eyeing me up and down. I could tell she was looking at my sweatshirt, most people do. I was wondering about her hair and then, she began to speak.
"My name isn't 'girl'. Asking for names before shouting to people might be a good idea, sir." She sighs, running a hand through her blood red hair.
Wow. That is some pretty cool hair. I decide not to say this out loud... Cause... well, it sounds a bit..'lame'. I feel like this girls figured me out already, and all she needs is my name.
"Oh, Sorry. What is your name then? Sorry if I was a bit rude. I say, slightly rolling my eyes.

"Rosette Beatrix. And, you tell me if he," I nudge my head in the guy on the floors direction. "Is dead or not. And, your name?" I ask, smilig gently.

Hmmm. I shake her hand for a few seconds, then release. Rosette. That is a pretty nice name. Way more unique than others I'v heard, like ones from District 1. Haha, named after Luxury products. Anyway, I decide to introduce myself, seeing as it would be rude and annoying not to. "That's a nice name. Mines Clyde Wrecher. I haven't seen you around much... Where do you usually hang around? I say, going to kneel down next to the boys body. I rub the back of my messy light brown hair, then I go down to put my head to his heart, to see if he's still breathing. And he is. I'm not sure if that's good or bad yet, though. "We should get him somewhere safer than this, and hopefully get some answers on who did this and why," I reply. I stand around staring at her, and then she suddenly begins to speak again, a little bit off subject. Perhaps nervous?

"So what brings you here, she asks."

"Oh..I had dropped something special here....and then well, I saw you here. haha. I rub the back of my head nervously. Wait. I'm nervous...Why? I'm never nervous.

I go to pick the hurt boy up, and stare at her blankly, hoping for an answer and a place to go.


OOC: Oh yea. haha xD. I wouldn't mind if we had to start up a new thread . BTW, sorry If I got a little jumbled up. This is my first real Rp on this site .

[Serenity]

I rub the back of my head, almost at the same time as him. He was nicer than I had expected, I had come of quite rude. "Oh, um, no, it's okay, don't apologize." Waah, I had sounded like a bitch about a second ago! Calm it, Rosette. Chill. I look up at his face. His hair was quite long, it looked really soft. Wait, why was I noticing how soft his hair looked?! I almost palm my face. Smooth. He was so nice, how could I be so rude? I smile gently, holding my arms to myself. "Clyde is a lovely name. I tend to hang around parks, really. Well... Anywhere, I have a lot of free time." I sound like a loner. Well, Clyde seemed nice enough that I don't have to consider myself a loner if I was to hang out with him more.

I watch him test the guy on the ground for breathing. Then, he ends up pickig him up. The kid on the ground HAD to be heavy so, I take a quick step closer. "Ah! Do, you need help carrying him?" I say, reaching fkr the kids feet. I can't just force Clyde to carry the guy... That's so inconsiderate and rude. And, I didnmt need to be anymore rude to Clyde. I'm kind of surprised Clyde isn't asking about my eyes. One emerald, one brown, I remember when my father used to tell me what a unique and rare flower I was. Of course, I never got that now. Now, I was outcast but, who cares, right? No one wants a kid who doesn't feel pain. "We can come back later and look for it. Is it really special to you?"

[Toasty]

Did she feel bad? Haha. I chuckle in my mind, but not out loud. "Alright then. I take it back," I flash a smile, hopefully indicating I'm joking. "Thanks, and you kind of sound like a loner to me... Are you a loner?" I ask laughing a bit, maybe a little too arrogantly. I felt bad the moment I laughed, but I also didn't. It's who I am, and I can't just not let myself be who I am. I'm nice, but I have to be the way I am, whether I want to or not. I rub my hand on the back of my head once more, a bit embarrassed, but then I figure out my response.


"What? Why? You don't think I can carry this boy? Come on, do I look like a pile of bones to you?" I was a bit upset at the remark, but this girl was so kind, I tried to make it seem like it was half a joke... Hopefully it works. I stared at her for a bit more, noticing her eyes. They were unique and beautiful. One emerald and one brown... I'v never seen anything like it. "Your eyes... They're really cool... They're beautiful, and I've already got it. I can explain what it is on the way?" I reply, still dazzled by her eyes, awaiting a response.

[Serenity]

I smile altho his joke is kind of self centered, I'm able to laugh it off. He was only being friendly. And, I respect him greatly for that. Smiling, I try not to turn around and stomp off at the loner remark. I try not to grit my teeth as I say, "No. I'm not a loner. I do spend time with people." I can't help but turn away from his face, glaring over at the trees. Carefully I let go of the boys legs. If Clyde wanted to play cavaleirs with a beaten boy on the ground, that's fine by me. It was kind of funny. I smile gently, looking back to Clyde. Very interesting. He seemed unique in character. "You seem very capable of carrying him." I could see his muscles from the unzipped area of his sweater. I almost start blushing, adverting my eyes.

I was impressed with his way of thinking. He seemed slightly arrogant and egostidtic but, sweet and friendly. I kind of wanted to see what he was hiding behind his pretty face and his bang which cover his beautiful eyes. But, like my own backround, his might be worse. His might tear at my heart before I hide it. There's no way I can leave his hanging now. I have to find out what exactly Clyde has in mind. "Thank you, Clyde. It means a lot that you think so highly of my eyes. It's... Really sweet. You can definitely tell me about it. What did you lose? I could help find it. There's a story behind it?"

OOC: Oh, cool! So, I was you first role play partener! If you want, I'll start up a seprate thread for us xD. Sorry if this sounded umm, weird/unique O.o I was forced to watch watching the kings speech

[Toasty]

Did I make her feel bad? I didn't mean to mock her badly... But, that's too bad. It's done, and saying sorry won't do anything for me. As she lets go off the boys leg carefully, I reply. "Oh. I just assumed. I understand, didn't mean to offend that much," I say, trying hard not to roll my eyes at her reaction. Instead, I manage to flash a smile warmly at her. She smiles gently at me, turning back to me, her eyes no longer on the trees behind her. "Alright, good. Thanks for...uhhh, Offering help... I guess," I reply, realizing almost no ones ever helped me with anything in life really. I swear, I see her starting to blush, but she adverted her eyes before I could clarify. I let out a airy laugh, a smug smile curled onto my face.

I feel like she needs to find out more things about me. I'm no sure why, but I just feel like this. I just met her, but should I trust her? She's beautiful and all... But is she really what she seems? What's behind those unique, beautiful eyes? I decide it's time to find out. Now. You don't need to thank me, It was just a compliment," I reply, the smug smile still on my face, a small blush of embarrassment stuck on my cheeks. Before the blush fills my whole face, I decide to answer the rest of her sentence, as I begin to walk, hoping she'll follow. "It was a necklace, my dads token when he was in The Hunger Games. And I'v already found it, but thanks. There's really no story, it's just important to me," I say, the heat of the air now getting to me.

I was beginning to sweat a bit, but i continued to carry the boy. I take some deep breathes, trying to keep them quiet hoping you don't hear. "Where do you reckon we take this kid..?" I ask, continuing to walk, hoping for a reply so i can put this kid somewhere.


OOC: Indeed . I don't mind if you do or not. Whichever you prefer. .

[Serenity]

"Oh, no it's fine, I over react sometimes." I say, waving my hand at him as I start walking beside Clyde. My arm brushes his for a moment and I sort of stumble over, embarrassed I had been walking so close to him. But, that seemed really rude... So, Instead, I clear my voice, I have to be careful talking... I might ruin my throat without realizing it. A little quiter then normal, I say, "So, your dads token was the necklace... Did he-- um... Did he... Die?" I cough into my shoulder, a little shy, now that I'm asking if his father died. It was so inhumane, the games. I respected careers and I was sort of considered myself one too but, that was... The Capitol had a pretty cruel, twisted mind, didn't they. Why were they so lazy to force the other districts to make their stuff. It just didn't make sense.

Switching my mind back to our conversation, I couldn't really ask Clyde to take the kid to Thomas's. Even if it was closer, Thomas was probably training. No, my house was only a block or so down, we'll take him there. The door better open for me. "We'll take him to my house. I'm sure my family wouldn't mind." There was a whole lot I wasn't explaining to Clyde... It's better if he kept his image of me as beautiful. There was a helluva lot wrong with me inside. I hear him beside me, trying to muffle his breathing. Turning to him, I knew the kid who had been on the floor was heavy. "Clyde, seriously, I want to help carry this kid." I say, gently. I reach my hands over for the kids arms, looping my own through his. I didn't care which side I took, I wouldn't feel the stretch and the stength it took anyways. "Just, follow me, I know the kid's heavy but, try not to look like grave diggers." I say, giving Clyde a soft, joking grin.

[Toasty]

"Alright, it's cool." I say, as her arm slightly brushes mine. Was that an accident? I chuckle a bit inside my head, and see her stumbling awkwardly. Yup, it was an accident, I conclude to myself. A small, sweet smile curves onto my lips, as she begins to ask her next question. "Oh...? What? No, he won, but he would literally beat me up if he found out I had lost it. I'm glad he won though, but also not glad. My old man's strict, but he's made me what I am today." I explain to her, my smile now gone, not sure whether or not the way I am is good or not. Maybe I was working too hard for the sake of my dad... But I wanted him to be proud of me. I try to work the things out in my mind, my smile now turned into something of a frown.

I was still barely making it with the kid on my back, my breathes getting a bit louder as we spoke. We continued to walk, and I felt like Rosetta was trying to figure out somewhere we could put him. like it was some sort of hard trivia question. Then, she replied. Okay then. Your house it is then. Hope your parents don't think anything weird is goin' on though..." A smile back on my face, though I slightly bite my bottom lip, creating a sort of strange jokingly-like (lolwat) smile. I feel like I have to get to know her more. I feel like there's a whole thing I don't know about her, and I want to know what it is. Now. In the middle of my thoughts, she offers to help carry the kid, now noticing my deep breathes. "Oh..Yea sure, if you insist. I say, hoping to hide the fact that I could barely go on any longer with him on me. I allow her to help me, and trust me, it did help. My muscles relax a bit, my breathes softening as we go on. She insisted I follow her to her house, as she makes a slight joke. A nice, warm and friendly smile curls onto my lips. I like this girl. Alot. She's unique. "Alright. I'll try my best," I say, And, one more thing. I wanna get to know you more. Connect. Know what I mean? tell me about yourself. Anything." I continue walking, hoping she'll answer, or else this will be terribly awkward.

[Serenity]

Horrified, I look at Clyde. "Beat you?! Oh, god... Clyde, that's horrible!" His dad sounded scary and it terrified the hell out of me, thinking of which game re-runs had I been forced to see as a kid. Jesus Christ, that's scary. And, he's used to that. Dammit, that's cruel. My household is no different, al tho, my parents never won any games. I'm pretty sure I would be beaten too if my parents found out I had lost anything of theirs. Yea... Families. "I don't think my parents will mind. If they do, I'll break in." I say, joking. But, inside I'm completely serious. Indicating with my head, I nod the direction of my home. It was right around the corner. My brother should be home. If he's there, surely no fights will break out. But, I'm not going to be sure about that. I'm a bit nervous about the outcome.

I blush slightly, after he asks about me. "Well, what would you want to know?" I ask, laughing a bit. Sure, the kid was heavy but, for some reason, I wasn't breaking a sweat. Well, I knew the reason but, whatever. I decide to tell Clyde something new about me. Something I don't usually tell people. "Well umm... I can juggle knives, if that was something you were looking for... I'm more skilled with blades..." I nervously laugh. Now a little curious about him, I ask, "So, what about you? Anything cool?" He seemed cool, I guess he might have something else to show. Even if he was handsome, beautiful people always have the worst pasts. ...I wasn't beautiful nor did I have a fun past. My smile sinks into a sort of frown...

[Toasty]

She looks at me horrified, as if I was just brutally murdered. It wasn't that bad... At least I didn't think it was. "What? I didn't mean to alarm you. I'm kind of used to it now, actually... " I couldn't tell her if her whole opinion just changed about me, or whether she was actually freaking out over my dad. I try to get my mind off this, as she answers my next question. "Haha, alright. That's good." Break in? I hope she didn't mean that... Who breaks into their own home? She nudges her head in the direction of her house, and I simply follow. She seemed a bit nervous, but I wasn't sure why, so I try to comfort her. "You alright, Rosetta? You seem a bit nervous." I exclaim, awaiting a response.

I could tell she blushed after I asked about her, but I just acted as if it didn't happen, to make her feel more comfortable. She asks me a question, but shortly after, almost answers it herself. "Knives? Juggle knives? That's pretty sweet. I'm terrible with knives, though. I couldn't use one if my life depended on it. I'm more of a 'Bow' user, you know? I just feel better using one. " I let out a throaty chuckle, though a bit embarrassed revealing my weakness to her. A sort of frown sets on her face, and I smile at her, to try and tell her it'll be alright, whatever's troubling her.

[Serenity]

He seemed amused with my shock. The fact I was worried about him, didn't quite strike me as funny. I sigh, moving on. "Yes, I'm fine, not quite on perfect terms. Anyways, this is my house right here." It was one of those houses that looked small from on side but, in reality was fairly big inside. White walls and brown-red roof. I liked my house but, I'm not sure the household liked me. Actually, I knew they didn't. Turning to Clyde, I say, "Okay, umm... Expect anything to happen. My family doesn't exactly... Want... Me..." I slow down by the end, gently putting the knocked out kid on the ground, leaving him to Clyde. Walking up to the door, I knock. After a moment the door opens. It's my mother. "Um, there was a boy collapsed--"

"No. Go some other place, your not welcome here." Shocked, I take a step back. "M-mom, the kids hurt!"

"Don't call me that, your no child of mine. Whats wrong with you is sick and wrong, just leave us alone, we've suffered enough." I feel my face pale as she slams the door shut in my face. Using my disability against me? That's low. I go back to Clyde hoping he hadn't seen that, hoping he didn't see the tears of frustration forming in my eyes. I grab the knocked out kids arms, trying to listen him up. "I'm sorry, you saw that. We have to find somewhere new."

[Toasty]

I look at her house. It's a typical District 2 house, and it looks pretty nice. Reminds me of my old home; before I moved to Victors Village. "Alright I respond, holding the hurt boy up. It's alright, if something goes wrong, I'll be here. " I reply, trying to boost her confidence. She knocks on the door, then almost immediately a woman opens it. Her mom, I assume. She blurts out some rude things about Rosetta, and she steps back in shock. I'm confused. This is considered her family? They both continue to argue a bit, as I stand there awkwardly.

Sick and wrong? What's so bad about her? She's beautiful, she's got unique eyes...I see nothing wrong with her. She turns, and I see tears form in her eyes, the colour of her face drawn away. What kind of family is this? Even my dad seems better than here. "No, it's cool. What's your moms problem? I don't see anything wrong with you... You're beautiful, and your eyes are unique. Why does she hate you so much? Your eyes... ? Or what...? I really want to know, Rosetta. I want to help. Want me to try and convince your mom? I can do something, just let me you." Ah, yes. Help. Something I rarely get and something I rarely give. I hope for a positive answer from Rosetta, because right now, I really care about her. She reminds me of my two younger sisters a bit, but I'm not exactly sure why.