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Juliette Sykes

While the training centers had more than enough to offer for Juliette in terms of people to talk with or watch, it didn't take long for her to get tired and frustrated with the lack of attention she was able to find. The reaping was soon approaching and as such, most of the attractive careers were a bit too self absorbed with working out or fighting each other to give their admirers any time. And so, when she and a few other girls sitting in the corner of the center had run out of things to talk about, she excused herself and left to find better waters to fish in. At this time of day she doubted either of her sisters would be looking for her; Kat had been stalking some guy (though she said no, she wasn't, she was watching him because he knew something about their brother) and Irene had refused to leave the house after running into some kind of serial killer on the beach.

Julie really didn't know what to say to that other than she was sure Irene had overreacted.She walked in silence for awhile, musing quietly to herself about the chances of losing another sibling. Irene wouldn't last a day in the arena, though Kat was sure to kick some serious butt. Personally? She never gave much thought to what she would do in the arena because she knew that one of her siblings was certain to volunteer for her. But that was all hypothetical anyway. She shook her head to clear those thoughts and started skipping down the sidewalk until she heard the musical notes of a guitar being plucked. Smiling inwardly, she followed the noise to fence, and after a moment's struggle, propped her arms up on it and peeked over. On the other side, she found an attractive redhead, his wispy hair sticking out at odd angles, and a his fingers going over the instrument.

Hopping back down, she made a split second decision to follow the fence to its gate."Mind if I listen to you for a bit?" It wasn't so much a question as an announcement of her intentions, because before he could say anything, she opened the gate and let herself in, walking over to where he was sitting on the porch and plopping herself down next to him. "I love music." As she stretched vocal inflection on the second word, she widened her eyes and fluttered her lashes. Even if he told her to get lost, this was sure to eat up some time and provide a pleasant enough distraction to keep her from having to go home. She blinked with a look of mock innocence etched on her features and went back to looking at the guitar. It was six-stringed and made of wood, what kind of wood she didn't know. Still, it was nice to look at while she waited for the older boy to give her a reply.

[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

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Ed woke up starting the day a little different then usual. He took his time doing everything. It seemed like it was one of the days that you would want to treasure forever, and last only so long. He did his morning chores and got dressed finally. He looked outside and could see sun somewhat and he knew it was normal weather time now. He thought about heading to the center today, since it was almost the time of the reaping and it was his last one. But he decided against it because he wasn't a fighter.

He looked at himself in his mirror and thought that he looked somewhat good looking. But then he remembered that no one would really pay attention to him or his looks, so he threw on his jacket and grabbed his guitar off the dresser and headed down stairs. He passed by his mother who was in the kitchen. What she was doing he didn't quiet catch what she had said as he closed the door behind him. He looked around to see if anyone was around and no one was there. He sat on the steps and started to tune his guitar so it could get the right note on each of the strings.

He started to strum the guitar to try and get a beat going that he can work on. He was working on his new song he tried to write. The lyrics weren't bad but it was the melody to fit with it was the hard part for him. He got halfway through the song when a girl came up to his house area. He got a little confused when she asked if she could listen for a little bit. He thought nothing of it because someone else that could listen to it could help him out a little. He spoke to her and said, No problem, you can sit next to me. I am just working on a song. I was trying to get a good melody and beat for it so it had something goo to work with.. He went back to strumming of his guitar. He started to hum some of the lyrics. He didn't know if he should say the words or not right now. But he looked to see if the girl was into the beat and melody of the guitar.

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Now she was closer to him, Julie could tell that the boy was a couple of years older than her; or at least she assumed so due to the light scruff covering his face, the calluses on his fingers and the timbre of his voice. A playful smirk crossed her face for a second; Because Katrina would throw a fit if she knew where she was and what she was doing. While the boy turned back to fiddle with his instrument, Julie flipped her hair back behind her shoulders and tucked any and all of the loose strands away. She had to look nice for this musician. Maybe she'd even have a story or two to tell the girls down at the training center tomorrow. She wondered if he lived alone or if his parents were inside the house somewhere and were just letting him sit out here. It wouldn't be the first time people didn't care what their kids were doing, but a guy like him should be training; or so she thought.

He hadn't shooed her away and had even asked her about something music related. In actuality, he had merely told her what he was in the process of doing, but she liked to imagine otherwise. Humming softly, Julie let her head sway back in forth to a little bit of what he was playing. The boy did not say anything else after that, only looking at her expectantly as if to silently ask for her to keep the conversation moving. Or maybe he just wasn't the talkative type. Frowning for a minute, she tossed her hair again and introduced herself. "I'm Juliette. But most people call me Julie. What's your name?" It wouldn't be the first time she had initiated something because the other person was being shy or pretending to be. She glanced down at the gate, half expecting one of her sisters to wander by and reprimand her. Neither was forth coming.

The sun had yet to begin dipping down out of the sky, still hanging like a lemon or an orange on a slightly curving branch as several clouds drifted lazily by. She'd have to head home sooner than later, but she was going to spend as much time away from there as she could."Is this something you wrote yourself?" She asked because she assumed it was the polite thing to do. In reality, she could care less if he had written the song himself. She was more interested learning about him. What she already knew was that since he hadn't told her to leave, he just might be receptive to a couple other things. Tapping her feet softly on the ground, she watched him mess around with the instrument and hoped that she'd get a real reaction out of him soon.

[Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.]

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He continued to fiddle with the guitar and humm the lyrics. The girl had come and sat down next to him. He could tell she liked the music from her little movements of swaying and what not. He continued to strum where she talked to him. She asked him what his name was. He normally didn't give out his name but that was just at school usually. On his own property it was a little different. He stopped playing the guitar and looked at her as she flipped her hair or what ever girls did with it.

My name is Ed. Ed manning is my full title. But a lot of people call me Ed, why I do not know. But I like your name Julie. It is interesting name to have, for such a pretty girl.

He went back to his guitar for a second and started to finish up the song. He knew he had it down now. But just enough to try and sing it. He was a little afraid to actually sing because that never turned out well for him. To himself he sounded like a cow getting squished by a elephant. He turned to her as she spoke to him asking him if he had writen the song himself. He thought about telling her yes and what not, but the tone in her voice told him she really wasn't interested in learning that. So he decided to turn the tides on her.

Well yes I did, but that is definitely not worth knowing about. Music is music. Since you are here, why not tell me something about yourself? He asked her with a little enthusiasm in his voice.

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Ed. She rolled the name around in her mouth like a piece of candy, rhyming it with other words like head, bed and behind the shed as she watched the guitar. Not only that, but he had called her pretty and everyone knew that when a boy said that he was probably being more than just a little nice and polite. Ed was a quiet kind of boy, or at least he didn't seem to talk about himself for great lengths of time like the other boys that she usually hung around, shrugging off the feeling that she was whole-heartedly annoying them and refusing to leave. But it was slightly infuriating that he didn't say much of anything while she sat there. She would have taken a compliment or small talk or something, and all the boy did was pluck away at the instrument. Is this how all musicians were? If that was the case then she'd have to re-examine the way she looked at them.


The redhead then asked her to talk about herself instead."Why wouldn't they call you Ed? Its your name right?"she blurted out."Sorry. I just had to say that. Me? I dunno. What would you wanna know? I've got two sisters...uh, I'm not a career. What kind of things do you wanna know?" So far, the conversation had begun to bore her, and she started wondering if she had made a mistake in leaving the training center. At least there, if she did get bored, there were plenty of other people to stare at, plenty of other people to talk to. Out here in Ed's yard there was no on but the two of them with which to talk and it was something that was starting to bother her a little.