Meet my {Crazy} family//Jays//Hawks//Tony

[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

M I S T J A Y
I love you every day and now i will miss you every day

I sat on my bed in the room I share with my two other sisters, today we were going to have a family dinner, not just one with my siblings but with all my cousins as well. Everybody was going to be here, even Tony. Tony was the whole point of this dinner, it was so that I could introduce him to my family, in hopes that he doesn’t run away screaming as soon as he met everyone. Hopefully it doesn’t turn out the other way around, my family runs out screaming after they met him. This was the first real family get together since Storm’s death, and hopefully not the last. Our family is so big that most of the time we ignore each other half the time. Some of them I don’t know that well, like Autumn for example, she ran away when I was little and came back in my depression phase. All those Hawk people I also don’t know and sort of just smile at when I see them. I clenched fists in the bed sheets and closed my eyes moving my lips to form soundless words and speak them in my thought. I begged that this would go okay and that no one would get hurt.

I stood up and looked at the dark red dress I planned at wearing, then looked down at myself to examine what I had on. My black sweat pants were still a little too big on me, but they were comfortable and my white tank top, was also rather comfy. The dress on the other hand looked tight, and made me look fat. It was the only dress I own and I was supposed to look somewhat nice and not like something someone picked off from the streets in district 12. Ma and Pa will probably make me change if I don’t, and I really don’t want to make a scene tonight. I glanced again at the clothing I was wearing one last time and let out a loud sigh and grabbed the dress and marched towards the bathroom. When I got out, I was probably walking like a penguin all stiff and turning to get forward. For the fun of it I straightened my arms and held out my hands as if I was pushing something down.

I walked like that straight out of my bedroom into the hallway were no one was to be seen. I wondered were everyone was, and just shrugged and waddled into the kitchen. The table was set, and a very large table so that we could fit everyone, the napkins were folded and the plates were set. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it made it look a bit more formal. Ma was probably helping violet, just like she does before the reaping all the time. I looked down at my barefooted feet and shrugged again, I was in a nice dress and was running around barefooted. This was definitely the way I am. I never was completely dressed up, my blond hair was brushed but no really done nicely. I had no make-up on and no jewelry either. It was literally only the dress. Other than that it was nothing, no shoes, no ribbons, or anything that made me look the slightest bit girly.

I sat down on the couch and put my feet up on the table and examined my feet. They were rather small and my small toe was really small and fat as well. I wiggled them a little and tilted my head to the side. The couch was rather old I still remember bouncing on it with Mick when I was little or drawing on it. Ma once got really mad at me, because instead of using paper, I used the couch. I spent three days trying to clean it up but it didn’t help much, you could still see the stick figures enjoying the rain. I ran my fingers over the almost faded drawing and leaned myself back on the couch, not knowing what to do know, except for wait until someone comes. I was about to make myself comfy, when I heard a knock. I got up from the couch and went to the door. I reached for the handle and when I opened it I saw Tony outside. “Hi” I said smiling and leaning myself on the door frame.

OOC: I have premision from Ems to have Tony ringing the door and this thread is for everyone who has a Jay or a Hawk, no posting order just a family dinner to have Tony meet the family, so let's get this thing going.

[Knuckles]

Anthony Cullen
Eighteen Male District 9
'Cause we gon’ rock this club,
We gon’ go all night,
We gon’ light it up,
Like it’s dynamite!
'Cause I told you once,
Now I told you twice,
We gon’ light it up,
Like it’s dynamite!

It's beyond my wildest imagination what Mist was thinking when she invited me over to visit her entire family. From what I know, she has a rather large family just watching them at the reaping when Jabber and Storm were reaped. So many stood outside the justice building waiting for their time to say goodbye for the last time. My family hasn't ever been reaped for the games, but a brother has been taken away; ma abandon him for an unknown reason, but that's not the point today. She gave me the location of her house, and it's up to me to show up at the allotted time. My hands run through my curly hair trying to do something with it, but it's not cooperating. A white button up shirt made specifically for the reaping because it's the best I have hangs in front of me in the rugged closet. My hands snatch it out of the closet before quickly placing it upon my body. The nicest jeans fall from the hanger in front of my eyes, and I can't help but laugh. It must be telling me something about tonight. Maybe this will be a total wreck after all.

A large deep breath flies through my nose before exiting out my mouth. Butterflies dance in my stomach as my hands shake nervously at my side. The only time I ever get dressed up is for the reaping, but tonight is special. Tonight is about Mist, and making her happy because she's the most important girl in my entire life. It's not often I let a female into my life because my ma isn't the best person in the world, and it was only a matter of time before I started assuming every female was the same, Mist proved to be different. In the back of my closet, I grab my dress shoes black tennis shoes out of my closet. Now I'm all set for the party Mist has prepared for me, and the rest of her family. My eyes glance around the room finding my jean jacket sitting in closet as well. It'll be nice to show up looking like I care about meeting her family because I know this will mean a lot to her. I slide the shoes on my feet and shut the closet door behind me. "Ma, I'm going out. I'll be back later."

The walk to her house didn't take as long as I anticipated it would. Her house is exactly as she described it, and I immediately start wondering how so many people fit into the tiny house. My house isn't anything compared to this, it's the size of a small shack, but it's home. My weight shifts uneasily from one foot to the other. My hands grasp the side of my pant leg struggling not to shake as my feet carry me towards the door. A large grin grows against my face because today is going to be awesome, at least I hope it will be. I knock carefully on the door wondering who would possibly answer. It doesn't take long for the door to fly open, and I see Mist. She's so beautiful, and nothing can take my eyes off her. Her beautiful dress catches my eyes as the grin grows wider across my face."Hey, thanks for inviting me over to meet your family. I can't wait." My eyes glance across the room when they stop on a guy who's staring at me, and there's something about him that isn't clicking right away. Something is different. Who is he and why is he staring?

I can't take my eyes off him. Everything about him from his hair to his eyes to the way he moves around. It's like I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I shake my head thinking I'm going crazy- it's very possible. My gaze shifts back towards Mist. "You look absolutely fantastic." It's nice knowing at least one person at a house because if things go wrong quickly, maybe she'll still talk to me. I turn my gaze back towards the guy standing behind her. Something isn't right. He doesn't look like any of the Jays I've ever seen, but he has to be a Jay. Quickly, my hand moves through my hair scratching my head as I try to figure out what's going on right now. My head cocks slowly from side to side before I quickly shake my head. It's not nice to stare, yet here this kid is staring at me. "Uh, why is he staring at me?" I ask quietly not wanting anyone to hear me because the last thing I want to do is offend someone especially when it's not my own family. I'm in the Jay house now, and it's my job to represent my family well no matter what.

Dynamite: Taio Cruz
OOC Notes: Let the fun begin
Word Count: 808

[Tom]

Thinking Writing Says Hears Lyrics

What was even going on? Mick currently was in the kitchen playing with a few knives cutting fruits and other food related items because he felt like it. Something about the aroma of fruits made him calm and happy and feeling whole again. Every time when Storm was a lot younger, he'd get excited about Mick cutting fruit with ma because they were his favorite healthy snack. Mick frowned at the memory that seemed to come into his head. Without a doubt he missed Storm and all of his boring reading. It was weird owning lots of books with no one reading them. One day, Mick was going to read them. All of them. Then there was Jabber, it was so silent in the house, unusually silent. He missed the blabber mouth, even if he was annoying. Mick's eyes averted to the two chairs that used to hold Storm and Jabber. He felt a bit of sadness creep up into him. Mick felt a few tears trying to escape, but he could easily blame it on some onions that he was cutting up, even though he wasn't.

Mick continued chopping fruits for awhile. His mind focusing on the rest of the family. There were his older siblings, Stell and Wess, who both pick on him, but love him at the same time. Mick may hate them, but he loved them too. Recently, Mick hasn't been getting sleep either from Wess' new thing. Mick has decided not to acknowledge it's existence, until it stops crying. Stell has been quiet lately, which was pretty normal for him. The next one is Fawn. Now she's been a mess since Jabber, but she's been getting better. Even after having to go after her and break the law. After her is Mist. She's a bit down, but apparently she's getting better, which is weird for her. Honestly, Mick doesn't care. Then there's Red and Violet who seem to be doing alright. Red not so much since Storm read to him often. Mick felt bad already for everything that happened with Red. Maybe he'd read to him like Storm does. Mick shook off the thought as he continued. Violet, he hasn't seen much of her. She seems to be doing her own thing lately.

Mick heard a knock at the door and waited and watched as Mist went and opened up the door. Mick's eyes averted a second to see some guy that was definitely older than Mist. Mick had this mindset that he did not like the guy. Something about him and Mist pissed Mick off. He just wanted to go over there and beat the shit out of the kid. Maybe Mick was being too protective or maybe he wasn't, he couldn't tell. It was his little sister after all. Family comes first , right? Mick was too busy watching the two talk at something to realize that he was still cutting fruit. The next second was a very painful one as Mick cut his finger pretty bad while watching the too. A bit of a words came out of Mick's mouth, "FUCKING HELL!" Mick quickly grabbed a wash cloth from the top cupboard and applied pressure to his finger. Ma would be mad when he showed her the rag later, but Mick doesn't care.

Mick looked over at the two and now their eyes were averted onto Mick and all he began doing was glare at the guy. Mick didn't like him one bit. Mick looked at Mist, who seemed to just be ready to face palm herself. Mick wasn't embarrassed, this happened at least once a day. Mick felt blood pouring out of his slightly deep cut on his finger. He would have to deal with it later. Right now Mick's attention was on the idiot in the house. Mick set down the knife and entered the room now. He spoke calmly to Mist, "Mist, who the hell is this? And what is he doing in our house?" Mick stared at the two. He moved to right in front of him, ready to expect a handshake of course. Mick still doesn't like him, but he has to be polite. They shake hand, but Mick leans in a bit and whispers into the idiot's ear, "I don't like you, leave now or get your ass kicked out of here." With that, Mick smiled sweetly at the two, but secretly he was ready to beat this kid, even if Mist got in the way.

[Sage]

Fawn Jay

So much has changed in the last three years since Jabber was first reaped. I know that I have changed as a person, I don't sing anymore, I'm more reckless, I'm afraid to love someone because I'm afraid that they'll be torn away from me like Storm and Jabber, and I have become slightly unstable mentally. Seeing Storm die on the screen over a year and a half ago shattered something inside of me, something that I have no idea if I'll ever be able to repair it.

A sound downstairs pulls me out of a book I'm reading and I sit up in bed. Mist left early this morning for Ripred knows why and I don't really see Violet anymore since I found her beating that kid that looked like Storm over a year ago. The room seems empty, something is missing. I slip off the bed and pull on a black t-shirt along with a pair of jean shorts. Another change about me is I've grown up a lot since both their deaths, no longer am I the innocent fifteen year old who was madly in love with her cousin, now I am a mature almost eighteen year old girl who has been broken a number of times.

Silently, I pad downstairs to see what all the noise is about and I see Mist standing in the door with a boy I vaguely recognize and Mick standing near them, his words hitting my ears. "Mist, who the hell is this? And what is he doing in our house?" He's snarling, why is he snarling at this poor boy? What has he done to earn my older brothers hatred. "I don't like you, leave now or get your ass kicked out of here." I hear as Mick shakes the boys hand and I have to restrain myself from screaming at him. "Mick, calm down, I know you're protective of Mist, as you should be, but don't be an ass" The words that tumble out of my mouth shock me more than anyone else in the family. I rarely, if ever, curse so this is a shock. My cheeks flame, great I've managed to be rude to whoever it is that my sister has brought to dinner. "I'm Fawn, dinner will be ready soon. I'm sorry Mick for cursing at you" I apologize. Mick saved my life once, he reached out for me and threw me a life preserver when I needed it most and for that I will always be grateful. I turn on my heal, pulling on Mockings elbow and pad into the dining room, dragging my brother with me.