Your Big Sister's Crazy (Smith Family)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Charlie Smith
Age Eighteen
District Six
The Rebel

It wasn't until afternoon that Charlie finally forced herself out of bed, exactly how it continuously is for every morning. Good thing the baby of the family had already started her first year in school because her big sister was in no shape to play mommy all day. Eighteen was the optional age of staying in school, or ditching out, most kids in District Six continued down the smart path. As for Charlie though, she would be the first and only member of her family to simply drop out, after all it was greatly frowned down upon in this area. Slugging herself out of bed with a moan, she knew she couldn't sleep all day and set a bad example for her younger siblings, she had been getting enough criticism already.

"Hello?" Charlie called out from her attic of a bedroom, after getting ready for the day of course. Only silence followed, a clear indication all the kids made it to school. Grabbing a drink of water for her breakfast, she checked the clock to see how long it would be until the house would fill up with eight younger siblings. Less then an hour, that was certainly a little disappointing. It was a bit easier to deal with everyone under a little influence of some substance, but Charlie needed time for it to wear off in order to cover her tracks.

Rolling a small purple pill between two figures, Charlie had to remind herself that there will be time for that later. It still toke a second before stuck into a zip-lock pocket on the inside of one of her boots, that was where she kept everything of value on her; well only drugs and money. Only recaps on the past Hunger Games aired on the one television in this house, the last thing Charlie wanted to watch and she quickly shut it off. Now she was almost desperate for her younger siblings to get home, check on them, maybe go hunting or to the pub afterward.

This left one last options on what Charlie could fill her time with, within a minute she found her pack of cigarettes and a lighter and was on the front porch smoking a cigarette. Now she could give a warm greeting to her siblings, a silly grin and chuckle escaping her with that thought. The house they lived in required a decent walk to get to the school, and a long specific path to get to the Smith's house. Quite a few yards away Charlie could spot her first sibling make his way home, squinting she could make out Jaime, and then a little closer his limp that indicated he wasn't right. Putting her cigarette out, Charlie hurried to her younger brother to figure out what was wrong.


((OOC: Sorry it's so short, the next one will be longer I'm sure!))

[kendall]

Jaime Alexander Smith,

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My head spun in circles and I could barely make out the figure in front of me when I arrived at my blurry house. Shouldn't i be able to see what my sister looks like. all i saw was a blur of a cig and her bright blonde hair. I swiped my hand under my nose to take away some blood so I can slip by Charlie without any issues. Maybe if I can get past her I don't have to explain what happened.

I got jumped by some kids from school. It usually happens to the weird kids all the time. But this time it happened to me. I wasn't even bothering anyone. I was just walking home from school on the sidewalk not even talking to anyone. As I was walking I felt like someone was tracing my steps and stalking me. I looked back and these three boys were smiling smugly at me a few feet away. Of corse I panicked. Those boys were always picking on me at school, I was an easy target for them because I don't fight back. My heart started to beat ten times faster an so did my pace until I broke out into a run. I was going to cross the small park before I tripped on my shoe lace. Before I knew it, one of them grabbed me and pushed me against the fence. They were mean and just bullied me until I began to squirm my way out of the body lock. That's when the other two boys started to throw punches at me while the other boy held me down. After awhile they got bore when I started to spit blood all over their nice rich shoes.

Those memories seem to be on instant reply in my mind once they started running down the street away from me, laughing. They didn't even bother to help me up. The whole why home I was just worried some rich kids who think they are all that are going to try to beat me up again. It wasn't like this isn't an often occurrence for me. I get picked on at school by the mean kids because I don't like fighting so I don't do it. What was the point of jumping me anyways? I wasn't doing anything at all. The world is such a weird place.

I speed my step up as fast my hurting leg out. It was painful when I walk so I limped on it: I just needed to give it some time and it would be fun. Charlie's blur was coming closer to be an more in focus. Her concern for me was all over her face. I hoped she didn't notice my bruises, bloody nose, and swollen, black and blue eye.

I try to be as calm as possible. "Hello Charlie. How was you sleep?" I knew she had slept the whole time I was at school learning all this theory I wasn't able to pick up. I walk past her but I knew she was going to stop me so I braced myself.

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Charlie Smith
Age Eighteen
District Six
The Rebel

There's was only one thing that pissed Charlie off more then her authority issues, and that was when someone harmed her family. Even the sister closest to her, the perfectionist that makes Charlie want to pull her hair off, has the protection of her big sister. Herself would be a better target on account the sight of a wounded younger sibling brought anger that no one will ever witness otherwise. Even worse though, Jaime was attempting to cover it up, make it appear to his older sister that nothing bad has occurred...that only fueled the fire.

Blocking Jaime's entrance to the door, Charlie flung her cigarette before examining her younger brother's face that he was so badly trying to hide. "What the..." Charlie cut herself off, trying to make a point not to curse in the household. "What happened to you?" She asked with a mix tone of anger and concern. It was obvious that he had a run-in with some unpleasant kids at school, this was clearly no accident.

Charlie's first instinct was to figure out who these kids were and go hunt them down for some pay-back, but there was a bloody brother right in front of her that needed the attention first...there would be plenty of time for some ass kicking afterward, it's not like anyone's leaving the district. "Come on." Charlie gestured her head towards the door, leading him down to the kitchen. Grabbing a clean clothe and an ice-pack in the freezer, Charlie was going to attempt the whole motherly thing.

Lets face it thought, she was no mother, but she knew how to simply clean up some blood, and place a cold pack onto Jaime's bruised eyes. "Don't they know not to mess with the Smiths?" Charlie joked attempting to gently place the pack onto his bruise. Now it was time to perform the job that she was actually good at, being a big sister that went around drunk or fighting someone before getting wasted. "So who were they?" She asked turning serious as she put away the first aid kit.
"And where do I find them?"

[kendall]

Jaime Alexander Smith,

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES
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I saw Charlie's anger in her eyes. It built up more and more as I got closer to her. Charlie is a great sister who would do anything for any of us, but one thing I must say is that Charlie was really scary when she was angry. That's why I was trying to slip by not noticed because I knew she would get angry. And when Charlie is angry she will not stop until the person that made her angry knows their place, below her. I don't even know why I was trying. No matter what I do or say, she will not stop until those boys have bruised eyes of their own. She was a fighter. I think she got all the fight that was supposed to go to me and I got all the gentleness that she lacked.

I almost got through the door, but Charlie blocked my view. I hid my face from her so she wouldn't see. It was a little embarrassing actually. How easily I was beat up, was the most embarrassing part. I bet if it was any other of the Smith children they could have at least thrown a couple punched instead if acting like a complete boxing target. My eyes traced her cigarette when she threw it just so I could delay her looking at me. The cigarette fell on the grass and smoked. I tried to swallow hard when she asked me what happened. There was no lying in front of Charlie. "I was jumped walking home from school." I say in reply to her.

I didn't resist as Charlie tried to be gentle and motherly towards me. I couldn't help but smile at her attempts. Anyone who met Charlie, motherly wasn't exactly the word that described her at all. But it made me happy to know she was really trying to make an effort. The ice pack felt really good on my bruises, instantly cooling them. I sighed. "It was three guys. They bully me at school, usually. They only bully me because they are rich and fet bored. and I am an easy target." I say, taking the ice pack off my eye. "It's ok though, you don't have to do anything about it. I can handle it."

I knew that wasn't going to cut it with Charlie.

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Charlie Smith
Age Eighteen
District Six
The Rebel

So the truth comes out, Charlie wasn't a good mother, and probably never will be. She blots the blood away a little too roughly, or wipes too much away it begins to bleed again, places an ice pack on a bruise without being gentle enough. The roles were currently reversed, because it was clear to everyone in the family that Jaime made the better mother. "Sorry." Escaped her lips often, but still she was determined to patch him up, and by the end of it it wasn't bad...right? During this time Charlie listened to the true reasoning to this battle.

As bad as it was Charlie was a bit proud to hear it was three guys that decided to jump her younger brother, but she managed to swallow that part down. Of course she shouldn't be, Jaime is the only truly kind person out of all the oldest siblings, never believing in violence. That was suppose to be the bit Charlie was proud of, a gentlemen, but she felt that in this District you needed to hold at least some power.

"This is still happening regularly?" Charlie asked rhetorically because that was what Jaime just said, she toke a seat next to Jaime's on the kitchen counter. She could remember back when they were younger, and how Jaime was always the target because of his desire not to fight. He'd come home looking identical to as he did now, with a lot more youth of course, and back then Charlie would head straight to who ever it was instead of trying to whole caring thing. Now that they were all orphaned, Charlie could no longer only play the big sister, and had to at least attempt to be motherly...at least while the most motherly one was wounded.

But Charlie wasn't doing that great of a job, because she was unaware that it was still occurring regularly. She wasn't being the good big sister to force this to a stop, with all the working and hunting she hadn't even noticed. "I need to be paying closer attention." Charlie demanded to herself out loud, that was after all always her way of apologizing. At least it was better late then never, because now three guys were wandering around this district needing a good beating. Charlie would certainly make them pay for her mistakes of this going on continuously for too long.

"Yeah I can tell." Charlie sarcastically commented to her younger brother handling it on his own. Three men sounded intimidating, but with fighting being her first skill, it didn't phase Charlie one bit. The only thing she needed was to make sure the right guys got what they deserved. "So are you going to point these kids out for me?" Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow as she jumped off her the counter. "Or do you want to just give me a really good description?" She offered an alternative.

[kendall]

Jaime Alexander Smith,

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I had come to a conclusion a very long time ago that tenderness wasn’t a practiced action when it comes to my rebel of a big sister. But, if you call drinking and fighting tenderness then you found the girl. Ever since I was little Charlie always played a little rough and sometimes ended up hurting someone, it was usually me. I couldn’t help it though, I was little then. I can take pain more then I could then but I lack what Charlie doesn’t, toughness.

Though, I shouldn’t be complaining. Charlie is trying her very hardest to be a mother figure and I wasn’t going to hesitate and tell her not too. I think its good practice. Most of the time I think the Charlie would be a great mother, ignoring what she says about herself. She just needs a little more practice. And because I am a man of my word, I will let her practice so if she is an actual mother she won’t hurt then. I would rather have her experiment the motherhood thing on me then a tiny child. I am 15, I can handle it.

Charlie pressed to hard on my bruise so I had to bit my tongue so I wouldn’t say anything. I shake my head in answer to her question. “Everyday, I think. Now a day, I just expect it.” It’s really true. When I walk down the hallways I expect to be pushed into a wall and searched for any money. That’s why I hide my money and just try to go with the flow. This is really the only second time I have gotten jumped by these kids. They have been beating me up for years now and I still jump when I see them. Do I fight back? Of course not!

She asked me to describe them, and I hesitated. I leaned down and fixed the that was on my knee. “Charlie, I don’t like it when you fight.” I say looking up at her. “So I am not going to tell you.” She knew I wasn’t going too. I didn’t have to its always the same boys. Every time. Every single time.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Charlie Smith
Age Eighteen
District Six
The Rebel

Maybe it wasn't only hunting and performing that was filling up Charlie's precious time to act as the head of the household, but she couldn't completely ignore having fun. Before there was any responsibilities she nearly became addicted to drugs and alcohol, not missing a single day to escape from the misery of her family. Now that her Father was gone though, she no longer had an authority to listen to, she grew responsibilities to handle, and younger siblings waiting for her to make her wrong move. Certainly it had to been understood that Charlie needed a bit of free time to have a little fun. Now though, it was effecting her lack of attention to individual siblings, they didn't only desire food and necessities, they needed protection.

So children needed a little more then basic needs and protection, they needed love and a gentle hand, but on account Charlie could of fulfill the first two they'd have to do. Right now the fridge was relatively stocked, and their was a beat-up Jaime in front of her...and the newly found information was weighing guilt onto Charlie's shoulders. She had yet to know that her younger brother was being at the least tormented and fearful to turn the hall, let alone the regular physical abuse. Sure, she couldn't be the motherly figure towards him, but she could at least be a great big sister and make these boys pay.

The majority of District Six citizens knew better then to mess with Charlie, for a tiny spitfire she had certainly proofed herself to actually be strong...but the sick part was that they didn't think her younger siblings were off limit as well. A new goal had formulated in Charlie's mind, the one thing she must do if nothing else, and make it known that her family was not to be messed with. And the first step would be targeting the ones that brought this pain among Jaime.

"I'm going to fix that." Charlie made a promise, as well as a demand to herself. By the end of this day these boys will know better then to mess with any of the Smiths, especially Jaime.

This should of been predicted, of course someone that refused to fight himself wouldn't want someone else to be fighting. A small smile spread onto Charlie's face at his concern. "Awe don't take my hobby away." She joked, though it wasn't sarcastic because anyone who knew Charlie knew she never stepped away from a fight. Hell, she'd be the first to throw the punch if she had to. "Plus how else will I make this stop." She became serious once again because she wanted Jaime to know this wasn't a joke.

The unexpected happens, for Charlie at least, because Jaime refused to give away the information of this boy to prevent her from fighting. "You know I can handle them." She told exchanging eye contact with Jaime to reassure him she knew what she was doing. "Don't make me go around beating up every teen boy in this District." She attempted a different strategy, though it was clear she wouldn't really do that.

With a sigh she was becoming a little annoyed, Charlie absolutely hated when things didn't go as she planned. All she wanted to do was protect her younger sibling, let the District know that the Smiths were off limit unless they wanted to deal with her. "You're going to show me then?" She threatened an alternative, "I'd rather you not witness it though...could get ugly." She advised, all she wanted was to make these boys pay, why would Jaime just let her? Charlie kept a hard stare at her younger brother, one way or another she'd make these boys change.

There was this look in Jaime, like everyday at school a certain fear struck in, the lack of feeling physically safe. Any moment some kids could come around the corner and decided to place all their anger out on him. The same exact look he gave years ago, and it finally clicked into Charlie's brain. People didn't leave this district, nor transferred schools, it had been the same kids tormenting him from day one. "The same kids?" Charlie finally asked, if so this would be easier then she expected.

[kendall]

Jaime Alexander Smith,

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How else will she make this stop. "You could talk about it with their parents or something like that." I smile slightly knowing Charlie wasn't going to do that. They wouldn't take her seriously and both I and her knew it. "There's a way to fix everything without violence you know." I am pretty sure a mother wouldn't go punch some kid. But what did I know. I never had one.

I sighed as Charlie made a spoken pact to herself she was going to fix it. She was going to fix it by breaking someone else's nose. I gulped in hesitation. When Charlie makes a promise, you can put all odds on her she was going to go through with it. It was a good thing in the long run but sometimes it can lead to trouble. Especially when it calls for revenge or beating up ever boy in me class. "I know you can handle them." I sigh. "I am 15 years old. I can handle it myself... I was just... Uh... Caught off guard." I felt satisfied with my lie. "That's it, just caught off guard." I was just going to leave the part out that I was running away from them for blocks until I tripped. What and Idiot.

I forced a smile when Charlie spoke about it getting ugly. I wouldn't want to be there, honestly I don't even want it to happen. If I was there they would just say how I ran to my sister for help instead of handling it myself like a man. It looks like I will never reach that man states everyone talks about. Yeah, I do run for my sister for help because I don't have a mother to run to. I am too caring to be a 'man'. Its stupid, really. I choose to ignore it and it seems to work in my favor most of the time. Charlie stared at me intensively and I tried to stare back but I broke into a smile. "You are really scary you know that?"

My face got pale as she spoke. She knew who it was, I didn't even have to say anything. She just wanted me to admit it that's what I think. Sometimes I underestimate my rebel of a sister. I forget how smart she really is. I knew is it was no way of getting out of this. If I came home with a black eye, Charlie would make sure the boy that gave it to me would have just as bad, or maybe even worse. I think that's her way of showing me that she really cares. It is a funny way of showing you care by hurting someone else. I wasn't going to complain though. If Charlie was trying to act like a mother I wasn't going to stop her.

My voice choked up as I tried to speak. "It's always them, Charlie. Who else would it be?" I grabbed her hands, informing the pain to move myself. "Please, you don't have to do anything Charlie. It will only make it worse." She wasn't going to listen. I don't know why i even tried. Images of what would happen at school the next day would just be worse. I would probably get beat up and left to die. Maybe not that extreme, but really close to it. Why was I the kid that got bullied. It wasn't even fair. But, life isn't fair. I should know that.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Charlie Smith
Age Eighteen
District Six
The Rebel

An attempt to stop did occur, but Charlie couldn't help but laugh at Jaime's suggestion to talk to the guys' parents. "Actions is much more powerful then words." She excused, though it was mainly just the idea of trying to talk to their parents. Did people really do that? Because it sounded cowardly and unrealistic. Even if they did, though Charlie had a sarcastic pitch to everything she said, and knew how to use her words, she did a much better job fighting with her fists. After all the parents of these kids much be messed up in some way to allow their children to continuously torture the same individual. At least that was one thing the Smith's Father held, well raising some of his kids at least. Who knew if the second oldest Elias went around beating up the weak kids. Hopefully not though, as bad as the Smith were it didn't seem like any of the kids were bullies.

It was a bit shameful to see how much more mature Jaime was compared to his big sister, Charlie was far from the type to stay away from violence. If anything she had a craving for it and attracted it from all over the districts. "In your book." Charlie rolled her eyes, she wasn't sure why she was still arguing with her little brother about this. Either way she was going to find these kids and make them pay. "And I wish I was more like you." She tried to correct herself. "But I'm not, so you need to let me do my job." Now she was a little more affirmative.

Was it embarrassing to have your big sister fight for you? No, that wasn't it because Jaime didn't ask for her to do so. Charlie just decided completely on her own since her first glance at her beaten up family member. The thing was that Jaime clearly couldn't handle it, there other guys were probably bigger, and certainly out numbered him. It wasn't fair and Charlie's job was to fix that. "And how's that working out for you?" She questioned with an eyebrow raise, obviously it wasn't working. But as a smile slipped onto Jaime's face, Charlie couldn't help but have an identical one. "I try." She accepted her looking scary as a compliment, and pride filled her voice.

A surge of pain went up Charlie's spine, filling her heart with guilt. Her words were verified, and it had been the same kids from day one. "Of course." She commented in a low voice, thinking to herself of what these guys most now look like. It wasn't until Jaime grabbed her hand to snap her back into reality. She could feel his palm shaking around hers, and everything it world had vanished except for making sure this doesn't happen again. "I do have to." Charlie corrected, she wouldn't be able to sleep until she had done everything in her power. "And I promise it'll make it better." She guaranteed, giving a quick kiss on Jaime's forehead as in celebration for being closer to this fight.

Now all Charlie had to do was find these guys, and the rest a piece of cake. After all the last time she had taken revenge on these boys they were tiny and completely weak compared to Jaime's big sister. This was going to be too easy. "I'll be bake soon, make sure everyone eats, and the little ones get to bed." Charlie informed Jaime, the last thing she wanted was for him to witness this fight. After tonight everyone in the District will know if you wanna mess with the Smith, only go after the oldest. "If I'm not home in three hours, then you can get worried." She had to give one last joke before slipping out of the room, only thing was this fight will be over within one hour.

The best estimation was to head straight towards the town, that's where all the kids hang out now a days...right? Sure enough Charlie's guess was right, because teens were crowding the only sort of city this District held. Most became offended by the smoke escaping Charlie's lips, brought from the cig she had to have before this fight. She didn't care though, that was there problem. The three boys came into view, looking exactly as they were years ago, just bigger and a bit more buff. So Charlie was slightly hoping for the tiny kids that were younger then her, but now these boys had grown up. It'll just making it all that more interesting she thought as she put her cig out beneath her shoe and began making her way over to them.

[kendall]

Jaime Alexander Smith,

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I couldn't argue with Charlie. If there was one person that could keep care of this problem was Charlie. But I don't want to admit because I don't want to turn to violence. That's where I differ from a lot of my older brother and sisters. They like to fight. They get pleasure from it. I will never understand the yearning to punch someone in the gut. I punched someone in the gut and I felt so guilty after that. Even though it was one of the boys that hurt me every day. Maybe thats where I go wrong. I let them beat me up. I never put up a fight anymore. I just, well, expect it. They never found a new victim because I just stand there and let them use me as a punching bag. And I know thats what makes CHarlie so angry. NO one was going to use a Smith as a punching bag under Charlie's watch. Even if it was the most sensitive one of all.

Once you got into an argument there were only two options. Loose or Loose terribly. She's good at winning. It's her nature I guess. I wasn't exactly classified as a winner. I crack under pressure and can barely take on a childhood bully that still uses lame moves on me. And they still win. It's not my field of expertise really. I win using logic and smart thinking. All I know if that father would tell the others that fighting was the answer but with me he preached the other way around. Maybe thats why I think I am doomed if I enter the Hunger Games. All my brothers and sister know it. I can't fight for my life. And that's the worst part. I don't know how.

I sigh sadly as she blows off the right way to do things. She thought it was a waste of time and well, cowardly. And charlie wasn't going to do anything cowardly anytime soon. It just wasn't going to happen. "You keep on wishing and maybe you will be." I smile sarcastically. I know she wishes she could be more like me. Being very caring and all that. But we all wish for things we don't have. I wish I had Charlie's courage to do anything she wanted. We all lack in places and the whole risk taking category was seriously lacking.

Why did I let her leave the hose? I know I shouldn't have let her leave. THis was just going to cause trouble and I knew it. You can never trust a rebel to clean up a mess the nice non violent way. Well, not a rebel like Charlie. I was going to follow her but I knew my responsibility was with my brothers and sisters for the time being. I really wanted to know what she was going to do without having to see the whole thing. But as my mind flooded with thought, I kept quiet and iced my leg quietly on the counter until my siblings became flooding in the household.

For the next three hours, I was on the absolute edge. My worrying about how things were going made me sick a few time. I wasn't sure why I was getting worked up over it. Charlie was a smart 18 year old girl. I didn't have to worry but I did. She said if she wasn't back by three hours be worried. When the time was up and every little one was in bed I lost my patience. She wasn't home. "I am going to find Charlie." I said, and no one was going to stop me.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Charlie Smith
Age Eighteen
District Six
The Rebel

Father had taught each of the Smith family one particular thing that made them all unique. For instances the second oldest daughter never went without looking her best, and though she wasn't a physical fighter, she could destroy anyone with her words. The oldest boy was such a leader he could convince anyone to follow his ways. As for Jaime, though it didn't seem like it he received the best trait of them all, because he was taught how to caring and nurture anyone back to health. The one who received the bad end of the stick was Charlie, because she was taught how to fight from the very beginning. There was one exception/benefit that effected if this ability was right for her, and that was that she was awfully tiny. Muscles consumed her arms and legs, but that didn't make them extend at all.

Standing at a short 5'1 wasn't completely bad for fighting, Charlie managed to use it to her advantage and could easily escape from anything with it. A major plus was also that it toke a bit from her intimidation, seeming weak until the first punch was thrown. By now though, everyone in the District simply knew to just stay away from Charlie. The three boys in front of her didn't get this memo though, they knew who she was from past fights years ago, but now they have grown taller while she stayed the same. She approached them casually, and as if they fought yesterday they all knew what was coming. They better have after what they had done to her younger brother.

"Dummy, Dum, and Dummer, right?" Charlie greeted with automatic insults. Before they even had a chance to respond, she was giving her explanation for these names. "Didn't I tell you boys years ago not to mess with the Smiths?" She questioned giving them a serious look, this wasn't going to end with words, but it was an entertaining start.

"We figured you stopped caring about him, or shipped off to the DC with your father." The tallest one came back with a jab. The second part was a bit humorous as she probably should of been, but the first part hit home. Especially because Charlie had been doing a fail job taking care of Jaime, and that was the only person they mentioned. Well she hadn't been caring for any of them, but the rest weren't picked on, and the ones who were knew how to fight back.

"Well we're back, so I'm going to need you to lay off." Charlie gave an eye roll as they all began to laugh, see she knew that just talking wasn't going to cut it. To tell the truth, she was hoping for this to happen. "Actually our Father is on top of one of these buildings with his weapon of choice, he wanted to surprise me so he didn't say which." Charlie threatened, pretending to look around herself as if to make out her Father. These boys might have grown taller and bigger, but they certainly lacked growth in their brains, because all began searching around up high.

It was perfect because these three tall boys, looking up, and Charlie's height gave her the perfect advantage. In a swift moment she brought her knee straight to the guy in front of her, to hit his stomach and force him forward. That's where Charlie's upper-cut punch could hit anywhere on his face and leave him a few minutes to pull himself together. That one wasn't finished, but gave her enough time to finish one of the other boys before he recovers onto his feet. Of course as soon as this happens the other two jump to help their friend. A side kick to the left hit one of their stomachs that must of knocked the wind out of him.

That left only one, but not for long because in no time the other two will be back in the game soon enough. Before even realizing it Charlie was tackled by the other kid for them to both tumble to the ground. He must not have good coordination because by the time they hit the ground Charlie managed to come out on top, and began whacking her fists at his face. The feeling kicked in, the confidence, the rush, she was on top and completely winning against three guys. It felt amazing, but arrived too soon because she forgot the other two boys would be joining back in. One of them suddenly lifted Charlie from the beaten-up kid, who looked worse the Jaime, and kept her arms pinned behind her back. It was now only two against one, but she wasn't in the best position.

This gave Charlie a moment to look around, and find a crowd of teenagers had circled around them to witness the fight. Cheers were going on, along with chants of pursuing the fighters to continue. But all Charlie could think about was the mess she had brought herself into, at any other time losing a fight wouldn't be horrible, but she wasn't fighting for herself this time. If she were to lose, that would make everything even worse for Jaime. Thinking didn't last long though because the first guy she attacked was in her face for a small chat before the torture began. Fine it'd give her more time to think of something.

"You screwed my friend over there." He stated the obvious while his filthy hand clenched Charlie's jaw. Even in this position a smile spread to her lips, which probably wasn't the best idea. But of course she couldn't help it.

"Eww no, he's not my type." Charlie commented with pure sarcasm, and within two seconds a fist met her gut. Instead of a shriek from the punch, she covered it up with a laugh that probably still had a hint of pain in it. "At least I can take all three of you without you boys being tied up." Another swing for her sly words, this time straight in the eye that caused everything to go blurry for a few moments.

"Yeah I can tell." He repeated a sarcastic sentence that Charlie had told Jaime just earlier. Something snapped it her like nothing else, because even without any of her family members around, a survival instinct to protect her family kicked in. After a few more punches to her, the boy holding Charlie's arms had very sweaty palms, and the boy in front of her needed some serious ass kicking. The grip was now loose enough and as the boy in front brought his hand back for another punch for Charlie, it was blocked by her non-stop kicking to him. It'd be difficult for him not to fall back, and the other boy was unsure what to do but knew that Charlie would soon be free from his grip. That certainly couldn't happen.

Without expecting it at all a punch knocked Charlie to the ground, where a hard kick met her back. It was now one against one, but she felt completely defeated. Only one more she repeated in her head, forcing herself up, she swung her legs below the last one, who just gave her a brutal hit, and brought him to the ground. At first Charlie once again pulled off being on top and giving the swings, but they did a few rolls and each taking turns giving the blows. Just as Charlie was about to give up, instead of the boy attempting to give punches or be on top, he pushed her off of him. Then just laid there, defeated.

So was Charlie, exhausted, with her muscles feeling weaker then ever, and pain consuming all her. The fight didn't turn out how she expected, as she was just as hurt as the three boys, but the only difference was it was one against three. A smile spread across the weak girl's lips, as she pushed herself onto her feet to claim her victory. The crowd had already began disappearing, and the three boys were still struggling to get themselves together. Charlie was used to being beaten up, as it happened often before she found her strength, and surprisingly that gave a serious advantage. The three boys looked destroyed, and though Charlie shared the same amount of cuts & bruises, she knew how to handle herself.

"No more messing with the Smiths, right?" Still Charlie couldn't help a joke spill from her lips. Well, actually it wasn't a joke, because though her tone didn't say so, she was being completely serious. "And if you do this will happen again." She threatened, before turning around and walking away from the boys who had yet to even get on their feet. Certainly she felt like dropping as well, but now wasn't the time.

The sucky part was she couldn't go home either. What her siblings would say, how Jaime would feel. That alone gave Charlie a head ace. There was only one place she knew she could go, well actually the one and only place she really wanted to go.

Within five minutes Charlie was sitting at the bar. "Rough day?" The bartender asked getting out a bottle of beer to hand over to her. The owner of the bar, and the only bartender had known Charlie for years, and served her beers after many fights. A long gulp was taken that toke more then half of the bottle, and a cigarette was lit before a response was given.

"Just a little disagreement." Charlie shortly explained with a sly smile appearing on her face. "I toke care of it though." The beer and the cig were the perfect aid, and the only one she need. She even denied an ice pack or wet cloth when the bartender offered, just ordered another round of beer.

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Jaime Alexander Smith,

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I was going to half to admit I was very concerned about Charlie. When she said something she really meant it. What if she is hurt? What if she got arrested? A thousand questions ran through my mind at the thought of Charlie getting hurt really badly. Sometime she was going to come home too hurt to help herself. Maybe she would come home to hurt for even me to help her. I knew I always got like this when Charlie was in a fight. But it made me feel horrible because thins time it was my fault. I was the reason Charlie was out there in the first place. If I wasn't such a stand down Charlie wouldn't be hurt and everything would be alright.

I was worrying to the extreme. I couldn't help it. It was in my nature to keep care of everyone. Even though Charlie was the oldest and supposed to be the most mature, I felt like she was my responsibility. I grabbed my sweatshirt on the rack and left the house in a hurry. None of my brothers and sisters stopped me from doing to. Everyone knows that if what I am doing helps or concerns the wellness of the family, there wasn't any stopping me. My family was all I had. I didn't have anyone else's support. I know I am going to extremes but of we lost Charlie nothing would function like it does now. We could all have gotten spilt up when our father was taken away.

Putting on my jacket, I walk to streets looking around for Charlie. I even called her name a couple of times. Where was she? Her disappearance was starting to make me very worried. It was dark and getting late. I walked around what seemed like forever. I was just about to give up when I remembered something. Where does Charlie go when she is upset? Not home, not the park, she goes to the bar. I cringe at the sound of it. I hated the bar. It was dirty in not the nicest place to hang out in my opinion.

I came across the bar and I took a deep breath before I walked in. It was crowded with people and it smelled like alcohol. A few people gave me dirty looks for entering the bar. I wondered why until I remembered I was 15 years old and shouldn't be in the bar. I didn't saw anything and tried to hold my breath as I looked for Charlie. The smell started to sicken me. I saw a head of light blonde hair at the stool at the bar. I smile that I found her. But I was sort of angry. I walk up to her and tap her one her shoulder. She loked terrible and I felt so bad.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Charlie Smith
Age Eighteen
District Six
The Rebel

For some reason everything just felt completely wrong. Charlie had won the fight, yet because of hardly winning it didn't feel as amazing as always. Usually there was this rush after an event like this, where all the pain went away, and all she wanted to do was celebrate with anyone. Currently though Charlie sat alone at the bar, the bartender being the only small conversations occurring. She felt shameful, which wasn't an uncommon feeling, but this time it was over the one thing she was good at. Charlie's job was to protect, that was her best quality, and her role in the family. It was so close to the edge, one wrong punch and she could of ended on the bottom of the entire thing. This kind of thing shouldn't happen.

The important part was that either way Charlie did come out on top, even if they all had equal amounts of wounds, it was three against one and that has to scare them. As long as they stayed away from Jaime that was all that mattered, hopefully they just don't grow anymore. The worst part was the lack of immunity to the pain this fight, not even being able to pretend to be alright. A shot was ordered with the next round of beer after the first one clearly didn't do it's job. The pure liquor only burned her throat though, and gulp down half of her new one. Certainly in no time that pain would have to subside. If anything she had a while because now was not the time to be returning home.

It's not like showing up bloody and bruised hasn't happened before with Charlie arriving at home, but now was a different circumstance entirely. Not just for the fact that Jaime would see the outcome of everything that happened, like a promise being broken, but Charlie wouldn't be able to hide it. It was one thing if she looked horrible but didn't act like it, currently though she wouldn't be able to fake these pains. Just one more shot to clear her head, stop her mind from running, and the concentration of where each bruise hit. Still nothing had changed excepted a more rapid thought process, she couldn't go through with failing Jaime. He couldn't think this was his fault, after all Charlie went after his scolding of not settling things with violence. Her gut feeling told her it'd be a lot more complicated though.

After finishing her beer, another one with another shot on the side, things were finally beginning to relax. The pain was disappearing, and her mind cloudy with alcohol. Just in time to, because a tap on the shoulder forced her heart to skip a beat. She had completely forgot her deal to be home within three hours, and a family member had gone looking for her. If only it was the second oldest, as horrible as that would be to hear his lecture on how he should of been the oldest, how much of a failure Charlie was blah blah blah, but all that would of been better then Jaime. Turning around it was indeed the little brother she was attempting to protect in the first place, and disappointment consumed his expression.

"Hey little brother." Charlie greeted, at least the alcohol could assist her a tad in trying to act completely fine. "I toke care of those boys." She informed, her words slurred from the previous shots. Still she couldn't bring herself around to looking him in the eye, only glancing at the expression he holds on his face. "They look a lot worse." She felt the need to reassure Jaime that she had won, and make her bruises and whatever else not appear to be that big of a deal. After all it's not like this was the first time any of her siblings witnessed her a bit roughed up.

For some reason Charlie still felt horrible with Jaime next to her, worse then before or ever before for that matter. Like she failed him, or didn't protect him. But she did, and tried her hardest at that. Finishing her beer in one gulp, she ordered another. "Do you want a beer?" She asked with a chuckle. "You don't drink do ya?" She questioned from the disgusted look Jaime's held on his face, clearly the bar wasn't his favorite place. "You should be getting home anyways, don't you have school tomorrow?" Charlie gave him a little nudge that held no power behind it, settling for her refreshed beer and another cigarette.

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Jaime Alexander Smith,

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Charlie looked at me and smiled. My eyes widened in horror about how she took care of them. How they looked alot worse them she did. I knew I shouldn't have let her go. Those boys certainly were a challenge but no one is too much of a challenge for Charlie. She would take on anyone. But I didn't like it when she fought. I exspecially didn't like it when she fought because of me. I would rather get beat up at school like I do everyday then have Charlie hurt like this. I feel like failed her. But I knew Charlie wasn't home because she felt like she failed him. I would feel horrible if Charlie came home so hurt because of me. why didn't she just do what I said? Talking is so much better then violence. Because if she just talked it out Charlie wouldn't have gotten hurt. It could have even been a verbal fight but at least Charlie gets over a mean comment fast. It takes a lot of time for her body to heal her wounds.

I was really worried about my older sister, I haven't ever seen her like this. Fresh out of a fight. "You look really bad, are you sure you are alright?" I ask her hesitantly. I hated it when Charlie was drunk. She wasn't herself. My older brother always got on her for being the way she is. He would slam down on her about being responsible, but he wasn't really responsible either. He was a natural born leader, but not as responsible as he should be. The clanking of glasses and slurred chatter. I hated it here the moment I stepped in here. It was where Charlie thought she belonged. But she belonged at home. And I wasn't leaving until she was home.

"Absolutely not, Charlotte." My tone of voice got more sterner every second I stood beside her. "I am 15 years old, plus I can barely stand this place already. I didn't come here for a drink I came here for you." I knew Charlie felt like she couldn't come home. That's why she came here in the first place. Charlie wouldn't come home looking like this without someone coming to get her. This wasn't my job usually but I insisted to go this time. I felt like this was my responsibility for some reason.

"Don't you have school too?" I ask shooting back her question back into her mouth. The bartender came back with Charlie's next round of alcohol and my stomach plummeted. I wasn't sure how many drinks Charlie has had but it certainly was enough. Her words were beginning to become slurred and it freaked Jaime out to be honest. Before I knew what I was doing, my anger got the the best of me. I took the beer bottle out of Charlie's hand and my eyes got cold hard. "We are leaving Charlie, now. You have had enough. The little ones need you home." I grabbed her shoulder. "Please."

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Charlie Smith
Age Eighteen
District Six
The Rebel

It occured to Charlie that she wasn't even certain of the condition she was in, she didn't even take the time to look in a mirror, let alone cleaned herself up...just went straight to get a drink. There was a mirror behind the array of alcohole choices behind the bar, difficult to see yourself without the right gap between bottles. Indeed a big bruise and a few scrapes marked her face, giving the bruise a light push it was clear the drinks were doing there job. "Positive." Charlie answered giving up on the fake smile, but not replacing it with a frown at all. A stern look stayed on her face, even if she was drunk without energy, she wanted to stay in charge. Though the person in charge really shouldn't be demanding to be alone at the bar, but that was Charlie.

For some reason all she desired was to be away from Jaime though, as if he was bringing back the pain from the fight. It was only reassured when Charlie's full name was slipped out Jaime's mouth. Worse enough that she was too close to losing a fight, but now her fivteen year old brother was taking control. All of a sudden the long name just snapped something in her, and she used her ciggerate-free hand to cover Jaime's mouth. "Don't you dare." Charlie demanded nearly becoming sober for a minute, the last thing she wanted was for people to think it was okay to go around calling her by her real name. Or should she say her wrong name, after all Charlotte wasn't her.

As soon as Charlie was done with her sternness she uncovered Jaime's mouth to hear his explanation. "Well you found me." Charlie responded with mixed emotions. Was it suppose to be a kind thing that he was looking for her? Just as his older brother often does. A way of showing his concern and care, or another sibling on Charlie's case of being responsible.

A reversal question was exactly what Charlie didn't want to hear coming from her younger brother. Clearly she no longer went to school, and all she wanted was a little time to get extremely drunk and possibly not even make it home. There was a lot of secluded places around the district Charlie had discovered to be very comfortable. "You're real funny." Charlie responded's to Jaime's question about her being in school, even the baby of the household knew. A fresh cold bottle was served before her and she toke a nice gulp in attempt to ignore the conversation going on. Possibly Jaime's will even give up and leave at her drunkness.

For some reason though tonight power had hit Jaime's, maybe it was Charlie's drunken state, or appearing pretty beat up, or both. Was he being assertive for his big sister's safety? Probably but with her being under the influeness she didn't take it that way. There was no energy left in her to secure her grip when Jaime toke away her beer. Only a little bit to counter act his demand of returning home. At first it was just what they were doing, then of course Jaime added a little something nice. Well except that right now wasn't the time for Charlie to hear something nice, because all that went through her brain was a lie. The little one's did not need her.

"If any of you get a threat you can come get me." Charlie told not budging from her seat, but taking her beer back for another sip. If she didn't hit the gym soon she wouldn't even be useful in that aspact, which made her just feel even worse. If those three boy got bigger and stronger, who knows if next time she could handle them. And if Charlie couldn't protect her family, their was no point for her in it.

For some reason she grew a little soft to the word please as Jaime last option to get her home. It was clear that he wasn't going to leave till she did. "Fine." Charlie finally agreed, taking one last gulp before stumbling down the path to the door, a small pain going through her stomach with each step. Now was her time to ignore everything though, prove to everyone she was fine, and then crash into her bed.

((OOC: For some reason my spell check isn't working, so please ignore my horrible spelling))