little touch of friendship //with Anzie

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00868B] TITANIC VESPOLI You know the smell of the sea is one of the most comforting things in the world. I could sit the whole day on the sand with a cigarette and forget everything else. No one should ever have to do something like the hunger games. they should all have the privileges to just relax on the beach and do nothing the whole fucking day. I love my life because it is like that, but not everybody is like me or my family. Not everyone has such an easy life like we do. not everyone can just sit down and relax. I lay myself down in the soft sand and let it burn my skin a little from the heat. I don't mind the pain, for me it is perfectly fine. I could have layed there the whole day till the sun set and then the whole night till the sun showed it's face again. I love it, I love alot of things on this planet. I love this family, even though some of them were always being a bit tough on me, nothing was like the Vespoli's. I closed my eyes and the light of the sun stayed with me even with my eyes closed. "Titanic, I have a package, can you take it in the city and deliver it from me" Liberums voice boomed from inside of the boat that serves as our house. I didn't want to get up and I didn't want to leave the sun alone. I really wanted to just ignore him and stay there but his voice came again and this time a bit louder and tougher "Come on Titanic" I reluctantly pushed myself up from the sand and dusted it off my body. I walked into the house and walked grimly passed by him snatching the package to him. "To whom? and this better be important because you are interrupting my sun time" I really wanted to come home as soon as possible and lay back into the sun and spend the night there and never have to leave again."Oh and if you want me to go give me a pack of cigarettes." His face expression looks like he isn't in the mood to deal with me now, so he hands me the cigarettes and tells me the address. I'm walking through town now, searching for the address. I really have no clue where I am going. The stress is so big and I just need a cigarette. I take out the new package that my brother gave me and light up. I inhale once and let the smoke coming out. I was really lost and needed directions. I saw a blond boy and asked him. "Umm you " I runned up to him "Do you know this address" I handed him the piece of paper. "Oh I'm Titanic Vespoli by the way"

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Rafe Ashley Archer
16 years . male . district 4 . Luke Worrall

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If you ever feel like you're gonna fall,
oh I'll be there
And if you ever feel down or feel small,
oh don't despair
And if you ever feel lost or feel alone, c'mon home

One thing Rafe doesn't like about the beach is the sea.

Actually all of what Rafe doesn't like about the beach is the sea. He's fine with pretty much everything else (or at least, he can't think of anything that he doesn't like at the moment).

But Rafe really doesn't like the sea. Not even when he's standing at the edge of the tide wondering if he should at least try practice swimming so he doesn't make a fool of himself the next time he's forced to before a bunch of people. Not even when the sea is gently lapping at his feet like an adoring domesticated kitten. (He knows the moment he walks into it, it turns into a muttation, a jaguar, a cougar - one of those scary, scary creatures whose claws are long enough to tear out his heart. The sea's a fickle being, and he hates it.) Or maybe Rafe should pretend to be doing something other than skipping swim classes in school when there is school. Which, of course, would mean his time now could be spent plotting and planning to the best of his ability.

Swimming... or plotting? Rafe wriggles his toes in the sand, chewing on his lip as he thinks. Swimming will be a long-term thing (if only he gets over his unusual fear of water). Swimming might even save his life some day, be it in the games or in just his future (that will most definitely consist of swimming and catching fishes).

But plotting means he doesn't have to swim. Right?

Swimming is overrated, anyway, Rafe tries to convince his more obedient side. He rocks back on his heels. His lower lip is fast becoming bloody from chewing on it. But what if you need it in the future? the obedient side demands. And - as usual - the internal debate descends quickly into a childish squabble, while Rafe is left swaying back and forth until-

He stops himself before he tips into the water.

The expanse of blue beckons with its sparkling waves and shimmering beauty - much like a bird, he thinks, like freedom he doesn't have - but he imagines a much more sinister intent emanating from it. He imagines monsters, muttations lurking below, just waiting to snap him up. He imagines invisible hands from those previously dead latching onto his ankles and dragging him down, down, down below.

Rafe shudders. I think I did enough today. He steps back hurriedly from the sea and - pausing only to scoop up his shoes - races for civilisation.

The district isn't what Rafe will consider large. He's seen pictures of the Capitol - that is large. Tall buildings where District 4 has stunted huts - much, Rafe thinks, like me and my peers. He'll be the District 4 to their Capitol. The 12 to their 1. The mockingjay to their jabberjay. The-

A girl's voice snaps him out of his comparisons. Before he can even turn around, she's in his face (how did she even get there so fast?) and shoving a piece of paper in his face. Rafe jerks back, startled and a little panicked - what does she want with him? "Do you know this address? Oh, I'm Titanic Vespoli, by the way," she adds as though an afterthought.

Rafe stares at her, blinking rapidly, unsure how to respond. "Um. Hi." Is he supposed to give his name? What if she's just going to make fun of him after he helps? He holds back. "I... I think it's somewhere over there?" Rafe points vaguely into a wall nearby. "I don't know... it might be near where I live." That's probably a bad thing to say if she's a potential tormentor... Great job, Rafe, you might as well hand them all your personal details while you're at it.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00868B] TITANIC VESPOLI I take my cigarette to my mouth again. The feeling of the chemicals in your body is so amazing, I don't get it why everybody doesn't smoke, it helps calms the nerves down and the taste and feeling is just irresistible. Some people say it is unhealthy, but fuck them. Why live a life without a pleasure just because your life is going to be shorter. I would attempt living a shorter more pleasant life, than a stressed boring one. I blow the smoke into the stranger's face and a sly but somewhat relaxing smile appears on my face. I didn't know if he liked the smell, or was going to get creeped out by me, but then again we are the famous and sometimes infamous Vespoli's. And I love being part of it "Want one, umm what is your name?" I asked raising an eyebrow and showing him the fresh new box of cigarettes. He makes a comment to the first question telling me the adress is near where he lives. which means I might not have to walk there alone. He probably thinks I am a creep. Maybe he thinks I am an oddball which I am am or a psycho who is going to hunt him down and kill him. Or maybe he thinks I'm pretty, I hope he does. I like being thought of as of pretty. I press my lips into an excited smile as the idea comes to me. I wonder how he will react after this question. I grabbed his hands excitedly and asked "Well then be a gentlemen and show me the way" I asked smiling and maybe creeping him out. I don't really care, mommy and daddy told I can do what I want, so why not make a strange boy show me the way to a place near his house. I love mommy and daddy's ways, it is so much more easier to live that way, than the stupid way the capitol wants us to live.

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Rafe Ashley Archer
16 years . male . district 4 . Luke Worrall

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If you ever feel like you're gonna fall,
oh I'll be there
And if you ever feel down or feel small,
oh don't despair
And if you ever feel lost or feel alone, c'mon home

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Rafe thinks that this girl is actually one of his tormentors - only he doesn't recognize her. He also thinks that she's very rude, but only after the smoke from the girl's cigarette gets deliberately blown in his face. Rafe takes a subconscious step away, wrinkling his nose just a little as he - briefly - looks her over.

He really can't recognize her.

Brown hair, elfin face... She's quite pretty and a little pushy (and, privately, a little bit arrogant, but he won't say that to anyone's face; why make more enemies when everyone already is his enemy?), and he's quite sure he should know her but he really doesn't. The way she regards him is as though she expects him to know her, the way Rafe thinks queens might expect her subjects to know and bow down to her. (Rafe briefly entertains the idea that she's a famous Capitolite, but what would a Capitolite do in District 4? Nothing.)

At the very least, the name Vespoli is ringing a dim bell in his head. I should probably know the name.

"Want one... um, what is your name?"

Oh.

[/i] So she doesn't know him, and she isn't one of the bullies. It's a little bit of a relief, but it doesn't mean that she can't become one, once she sees him drowning in the water. (At the word his stomach does a sick swoop of fear.) Titanic offers him a box of cigarettes and Rafe glances at them, stammering, "Um, I really shouldn't." He looks enough like a morphling as it is. He's still not sure if he should tell her his name, but since she asked it'll be rude to ignore her question. Right? "Thanks, though. My... my name is Rafe." He offers it like a weak shield against her vibrant personality.

She doesn't seem to hear him as she goes on: "Well then be a gentlemen and show me the way!" Rafe thinks this is in response to his pathetic attempts at giving directions. He can't stop himself from flinching back at her attempt to grab his hands (she does, and he's sure his hands are freezing).

He can't go back with her. She'll find out that I'm the freak I look.[/i]

Rafe swallows, mind trying to find a way, an excuse to not have her follow him home. "I, um, I have to be somewhere, maybe you can just go alone, it's just down that road," he says quickly, pointing (and he looks around worriedly, wondering if there's anyone around who'll laugh at him, who'll put him down so she'll join in).

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00868B] TITANIC VESPOLI Usually I am the dull one in the family, the one who is so serious in trying to achiever her goals. I am the determined one and the one who isn't open to strangers. I am the one who gets things done and ends up drunk most of the time. In my family, I am a joke. They laugh at my determination and my ability to do what I believe in. Well only if they can see me know messing around with this boy, would they be proud? The boy obviously is one of those goody-two-shoes. The people who avoid alcohol and drugs. The one who care about being mommy's child. Pretty boy finds me odd, I can tell. I wonder if he is also scared of me, I hope he isn't otherwise it would ruin all my fun. Rafe, that is his name, I never heard of him, and he obviously doesn't know who I am, though the last name should make the bells start ringing. He doesn't want to show me the way, even though I held the grasp on his hand. I could have let go and tried my luck with another boy who would fall head over heals for my good looks, but he was the one I wanted to mess around with and he wasn't going to escape me. "I will not go alone, I want you to come with me" I made my eyes big and stared at him, hoping he was vulnerable to the good old doggy face "Oh please come with me, it would be fun, besides I'm great company" I really wasn't great company, but anything to get him to come with me would okay. "please" I pouted on last time and planted a kiss on his cheek. OOC:if you don't want Titanic kissing him on the cheek or if you want anything else to be changed please pm me and i will change it other than that sorry for the delay

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Rafe Ashley Archer
16 years . male . district 4 . Luke Worrall

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If you ever feel like you're gonna fall,
oh I'll be there
And if you ever feel down or feel small,
oh don't despair
And if you ever feel lost or feel alone, c'mon home

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He's beginning to wonder if there's something written on his face in invisible ink that says, 'Hey, over here, pick me, make me feel highly uncomfortable!' Honestly he wouldn't be surprised if there is, considering the number of times this happens to him in his life. Rafe shifts back just a little, turning his head a little to the side in a weak attempt to protect himself (he can't actually hug himself right now because one, if anyone sees him like that they'd laugh at him and two, she's kind of holding his hand). One hand crosses over his chest defensively as he gives her a nervous look.

Rafe kind of really hopes she gets sick of his lack of desire to respond to her interactions, whatever they mean, and move on, but the rate his luck is going it's probably not going to happen. I might as well resign myself to this. He exhales slowly and is about to speak when she cuts across him, "I will not go alone, I want you to come with me." Her face changed abruptly into one not unlike the look on his little sister's face when she really wants something (and he usually can't get it for her - like the time she really wanted to marry one of the previous Victors, That was funny ha ha, actually it really wasn't - but she does it anyway). "Oh please come with me - it would be fun, and besides, I'm great company. Please?"

He can't tell if she's great company or not. She might be but only to certain kinds of people. Like people who aren't him; he's beginning to be genuinely terrified of this girl or so he thinks. How does anyone tell anyone no, though? Rafe thinks in something like a panic in his head. It's like having his morals tested right there - does he do what he wants to do and run away or does he let himself be dragged along after this girl who may or may not be taking him to be bullied just a little bit more? Which side of his conscience is stronger?

While he's busy having an existential crisis, Titanic presses a kiss to his cheek.

He stares at her in shock. What... what was that? An embarrassed flush rises to his cheeks and Rafe notices, very awkwardly, that they're actually just standing there, looking as though they're holding hands when he doesn't actually know what's going on.

Does... does she like me? Even the thought itself causes a higher level of embarrassment to reveal itself, and Rafe really, really doesn't know what to do. Someone liking him? It's all lies. It's a mind-blowing concept to Rafe, really, because nobody he's ever spoken to has ever expressed interest of that sort in him. (Too bad it was a girl, though. Rafe silences that part of himself very quickly.)

Clearing his throat he tries to think of something to say. "I... um." Rafe glances at their hands and then around. His eyes feel too large, not unlike they're going to pop out of his head. Blinking rapidly he tries to calm himself down a little bit to think through his choices properly. "I... I'm not... interested in... girls." He can't believe he just told her that. She's probably going to tell the others and then... Misery settles over his shoulders and he drops his head, shame flooding through him like a tidal wave. He couldn't have been normal in any way at all, could he?

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Uh I guess it's fine this time around c:

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00868B] TITANIC VESPOLI Am I concincing enough to make a boy follow me? Hell ya I am. I will do just about anything I want to get what I want. Wait forget the last part because I will do anything to get the stuff I want. Mommy and daddy taught me well, see I smoke, because I want to, I drink because I want to. I am determaned to be the best Vespoli ever, and trust me once the words I want come out of my mouth I will get it no doubt. So if this boy likes it or not I will have him walk me. This might seem silly to some people but not to me. His face and eyes when I place the kiss on him, he doesn't see it coming, who would. Though if you knew the Vespoli's well, you would see a kiss coming somewhere, it seems like a tradition. Even if we are taken we kiss just about everybody we see, it's like when you say hi. He obviously doesn't get what I am trying to achieve though he should after a while, I wonder why he is still so clueless. He revels that he isn't interested in girls, but that I didn't get, or why he said it so carefully. I didn't seem to see it bad, or why it has to do anything with me kissing him. I blinked blankly at him and shrugged my shouldairs "So...my brothers kiss other girls even though he is dating my sister, it is a freindly thing we do"

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Rafe Ashley Archer
16 years . male . district 4 . Luke Worrall

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If you ever feel like you're gonna fall,
oh I'll be there
And if you ever feel down or feel small,
oh don't despair
And if you ever feel lost or feel alone, c'mon home

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The nonchalant reply shocks him as much as it relieves him. She doesn't care. Unless she's trying to lure him into a trap. I need to stop being so paranoid,

[/i] Rafe scolds himself, taking a slow, deep breath to calm down. She won't do anything bad, right? She might actually end up being a friend if you'll allow it. Unless she backstabs you first.

He needs help. Preferably the kind where someone actually helps him.

Taking another breath, he gives her a nervous smile. "Um, where did you say you were going again?" There you go, Rafe, the first step to fixing yourself is offering help to a stranger. Good job. Except that the first step is probably more admitting he has a problem, but at the same time it's like stepping off a cliff with Titanic. It's new, it's different, it's... not completely invigorating but different is good. Right?

If Rafe's honest though, he hates different. Not that anything good is happening to me right now, the way I am. Maybe I need a change?

He'll try.

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Eep, a shorty.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00868B] TITANIC VESPOLI Come on. I thought to myself, I really wanted him coming with me. I was a vespoli I get what I want no matter what it is. I was supposed to get him to do what I want, the world is my puppet show and I am the puppettier. I was going to get what I want no worry's Titanic, just stay cool and breath in and out. "Umm where are you going again?" With these word my lit up my face, I did get what I want and I didn't know why I doubted it, I almost never doubt something, because I was taught not to ever loose something I wanted. "Right I'm going this adrees, to deliver a package" I showed him the piece of paper again.

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