Not about {Angels}//Jack//Gabsy

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C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E My life between day and night change a lot. During the day I am Camille Blackmore. I am a good student, always on time. I am part of the Blackmore family, there is nothing I can’t do. There are a lot of Blackmore’s around, we dominate. The only problem is the Birch family. Like every family we have feuds, and ours is the Birch family. A family that sent so many kids in the games. A family full of killers. What people don’t know is that during the night, small streets and alleys become Blackmore territory. I might seem sweet, I might seem like the good girl, but if you have ever seen what I can do, the pretty grey eyes and blond hair belong to a monster not a girl. I spilled blood of many, and my mouth has tasted human flesh and can’t get enough. At the moment, it’s day time. Light covers panem, and I just got out of school. With an old leather bag on my side to carry books, I made my way out of school towards the center, to do some shopping before training starts. Like all Blackmores I am a career, waiting for the day to go to the arena, and show what I am made of. To the people that know me from school and from the training center I am a mystery. I am seem to be sweet and loving, though I beat everyone, during training. No one ever seems to get me straight. My personality is a knot that you just can’t seem to untie. My family can, they know who I am, but to everyone else, good luck. My blond hair is tied up into a high ponytail that swings back and forth as I walk along the stone streets. My grey eyes examining the people along the streets. A girl that I know from school waved to me as I headed into the shops, to look around. I had a little money with me, but I didn’t find anything that caught my eye. It was 3 in the afternoon, and if I skipped training I would have to answer to my siblings, who I didn’t want to deal with. I didn’t want to go today, I was just lazy. It’s hard to be perfect especially if you are the most imperfect person in the world. It’s hard to be silent when you are a loose cannon, but oh well. Life is tuff, isn’t it? Upon exiting the shop, I gave a faint smile to the shop keeper, just to make sure that my reputation stays alive. I couldn’t afford for people to even think for the slightest bit that I am not a good girl. I could never let my mask drop, because if it does, there goes the secret we have been working to protect for years, and there goes my life. My head turns toward the direction of the training center, where I am supposed to be, just I don’t want to. My feet feel as if they were glued to the ground by some weird force. My body is obviously telling me not to go and I take the bait. Instead I walk over to the other side of the square, the place with all the pubs and bars. Sure it is a bit early to go to one, with it being on 3:30. Then again, a midday drink can’t hurt, now can it? I pushed open the door, to be greeted by a small, empty room. No one else but the bartender and me where there. As I walked in he looked at me, with a misjudged face “What are you doing here so early miss?” I shrugged with my shoulder and gave him a weak smile. “Got nothing better to do.” template by chelsey

[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM

How long has it taken me to get here? Half an hour? For a distance I can usually cover in 15 or 10 if I jog? To the outside world I surely would look like an old man. That's how I feel, too, even though I'm barely an adult. The past months have taken a heavy toll on my health that's been steadily decreasing ever since the end of the pregames.
First the damage done by my opponents in the pregames, then Jins's attack and now the harsh whipping that I received maybe a week ago in the detention center.

What's much worse is my hurt pride, my ego that's been bruised beyond belief because I had to drop out of the peace keeper program only a point short of graduating. My choice. Still a very tough one.

Nobody knows but I'm really usure how to deal with all of this. The dissapointment of my father, my mentor. my own. The worries that still bother me because this might not be the end of it. I've never been good at dealing with problems. That hasn't changed. my only options are as usual beting the shit out of somebody or getting drunk. I stay out of trouble so I'm resorting to the latter....at 2 in the afternoon.

T my left lays the only pub that's open this early for all those low lifes like me today.

From the sunshine in the market place I enter this dirty, dark shithole that prides itself to have the best dark beer around. Let's try that.

I shoot straight for the bar and place a bill on the counter. "One of thse dark beers, please."
For a moment I get eyed...maybe checked for my age, then the lady behind the counter nods at me and turns to grab a mug.

While I wait I try not to look at anybody in the bar because I'm ashamed of what they might think of me. Who knows who read about me being charged with trespassing and then expelled from the academy. I wanted it but I'm still ashamed. Nobody would know my reasons behind it.

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I was fortunate that I lived quite close to the districts relative central area, everything was easy access. Whilst it was still early in the afternoon - 1400 hours to be exact -, I plotted my route to find my way to the closest pub, with no plans for anything else this day. I had been stupid enough to allow my anger to slip once again in front of one of the trainers, and now I felt the need to regain my hold on my emotions. Drinking probably wasn't the best of ways to do as such, but who do I have in my life that would even dare judge my actions?

At age 16, I knew I shouldn't be even contemplating consuming alcohol, for it would do no good towards my health, nor would it benefit me in my training - in all actuality it would disrupt my training regime, but yet, I couldn't find it in myself to care this day. I would reign myself in, however, and keep from drinking anything too strong, as I couldn't allow myself to lose control. Never could I allow such a thing to occur, not again.

Making my way over to the pub, I couldn't help but mull over my earlier actions, trying to find reason in them. Reaching up with my right hand, and running my thumb over my lower lip, I could feel the freshly split skin and dried blood that resided on it. Picking at the scab, I flicked out my tongue thoughtlessly, the metallic taste of blood reaching my senses. Damn Miles had a good right hook, as I had already known (why else would I have agreed to be trained by him?) and agreed to be on the other side of, but yet, instinct in me had risen to the surface, causing me to lash out and return the favour ten-fold upon the un-expecting man. Dropping my hand, and rolling my shoulders back, I ceased all thought of the days earlier events, and continued to make my way to the pub.

In direct sight before me sat one of District Two's oldest pubs and bar, Spartan; acknowledging the name (Spartan - a title for soldiers from the ancient rulings of Sparta), I couldn't help but snort out a small laugh, noting that Spartan was something just so typical of someone from District Two to title anything. Whilst being placed across from the training centre, the building was nothing flashy - large enough to hold at maximum, a good two hundred people should they stand chest-to-chest, and small enough to not take up much land-, nothing that truly caught the eye other than the large sign held up by two fraying that seemed prepared to release their weak holds on the heavy wood at any moment. The walls ('recently' painted - as in maybe 10 years ago) were painted a dark maroon, closely resembling spilled blood, suspicious stains of brown littered each wall, and paint was beginning to chip away at each corner, peeling back to reveal off-white concrete studded with awkward pit holes.

With a last flick of my eye over the exterior of the building I made my entrance, pushing through the door and entering into the artificial-light tinted darkness of the space. Not-so-surprisingly, there were numerous people scattered throughout the pub having a good-ol' drink with friends, and playing rounds of what seemed to be beer-pong. Some appeared to have only just appeared in the pub (like I), however, most did seem to have been there the entire night - if not most of it, with their clothes wrinkled, odd stains at the necklines of their shirts, dishevelled hair and ruined makeup.

Scrunching my nose in their (those who had obviously been there for many hours) direction, I made my way over to the bar, taking a seat upon a stool located closest to the door, with the best visual range of the entire pub.

"Light beer," I requested straight faced, leaning onto the bar in front of me, my elbows resting on the dark, sanded, and polished wood. My head turned to look over my right shoulder at those which resided at tables behind me or close to the door, ignoring those who sat alongside the large bar with me.

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C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E This bar is for junkies and losers like me, people who drink in the middle of the day. It is really sad that someone could find me here drinking my life away. The wood in the bar was old and falling apart. There was a single bartender and only a few people. The tables looked just as old as the leaky walls that surrounded this place. I tapped the coin that was in my hand thinking what to drink, at home Whiskey was something you could find all the time. Along with blood it seemed to belong to one of our family’s favorite thing to drink. I mean what could be any better than drunk cannibals. Especially drunk underage cannibals. I put the coin down on the table “Get me some whisky please” I ordered, even though it was something I had so often, it seemed safe and familiar. “Are you old enough?” the bar tender asked me “Does it matter? I got money to pay and well some other stuff as well” as soon as the words came out of my mouth I felt like Kaia, using her sex appeal to get her victims, only I just wanted a drink. He came over and handed me the drink and I handed him the coin, “Let me know if there is anything else I can do” I whispered into his ear, this wasn’t like me. Maybe I will come back later and bring home dinner, it might be fun to try out something new for a change. I took my drink and slid over to the guy next to me. I knew him from the training center, though I wasn’t that sure if he knew who I was. “Matthew Dunham, isn’t it?” I asked taking a sip of my drink. “You should know me, we trained a few times together, and I am a very hard person to forget, so why don’t you take a guess to who I am. If you dare” I liked playing these games, trying to get people to say stuff and do stuff. It’s fun especially if they get it wrong. It messes with some people’s heads and if there weaklings they get scared. I know he wouldn’t get scared so the whole point of this game is to see if he knows me. template by chelsey

[Jack Lexington]

My eyes are fixed on the row of whiskey bottles that line the back of the bar in front of a mirror, that's in desperate need for a clean. Between the bottles I can see my own reflection, pale and unhealthy, staring back at me with little joy. I look like shit. Good-that suits the way I feel.

When the beer arrives I first wrap my hand around the mug to feel it's coldness for a bit and look at the foam spilling over the top and running down onto the sticky counter.
Then I blow a little on it before I take my first sip. It's cold and very aromatic. This beer is really good and runs down my throat perfectly. Soon it will help wash away some of the pain I still feel...it's not so much pain any more, discomfort would describe it better.

Out of the blue a girl scoots closer to me and adresses me with my name. How the hell does she know it? From the news maybe?
My head remains in my hands when I turn it slightly to see her.

“Matthew Dunham, isn’t it?” She says in a voice that sounds a little sweet and seductive. “You should know me, we trained a few times together, and I am a very hard person to forget, so why don’t you take a guess to who I am. If you dare”
It's true, I've seen her before. Probably a few years ago at the career center. i don't remember her in particular so our joint training didn't reall stick with me. No wonder: She's a blonde girl, who's maybe two years younger than me. Exactly the type I tried to avoid at all costs.
And her game doesn't really tickle my fancy either so I blow out some air and take a wild guess.
"You are a blonde girl with a shot of whiskey."
I guess that doesn't sound very friendly.

I turn my attention back on my beer and have a sip.
I'm still curious why she remembers my name since I have no clue of hers.
"How do you know my name?"

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All around me people were communing together, enjoying themselves in groups, having a good time, whilst I sat here on my lonesome nursing a sweating beer that would hardly even allow me to get drunk. Gripping tight the head of the bottle of light beer in my hands, I bring it up to my lips and tentatively take a sip, allowing a small amount of the beer to pass through my lips and sit in my mouth. It tasted weak, and not worth the money I was paying, but I swallowed it anyways, not one to waste money.

Casually, opening my mouth more, I allowed the contents of the bottle to quickly poor into my mouth, gulping down every last drop, to kill the sudden thirst I felt. With a loud sigh, I pulled the now empty bottle away from my mouth and brought it down onto the wooden counter top with a thud.

Why was I even here? I couldn't help but wonder. I had nothing to do, no one to see - or do. I couldn't help but snort at the thought, a light smile flickering upon my lips. Rolling my eyes, I flicked my hand up towards the bar keep motioning for another, and leaned back in my stool, allowing my muscles to relax after a long morning.

As a new bottle was slid down the bar top towards me and into my hands, I allowed myself to finally look at those few that too sat at the bar alone. Not so surprisingly, there were others there, surprisingly though, two (a man and a woman?) sat besides one another looking very much together of some sorts.

"Hmm?" I couldn't help but vocalise my confusion as I stared at them. It was very rare that couples sat at the bar together, they would usually go ahead and hide in a corner to be alone.

"Unusual..." I continued with a raised eyebrow. Without looking away, I pulled the new beer (much colder this time) to my lips, taking a sip, who were those two? They both looked relatively familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on where I'd seen them before.

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C A M I L L E B L A C K M O R E His words, were no better than mine to a victim right before they took their final breaths. Cold and harsh. The difference is that they are covered in tears and blood, while he is just that way. He isn’t screaming and definitely not crying. His face emotionless, with his hand on his beer. "You are a blonde girl with a shot of whiskey." Well that was very nice. He instantly refused to know who I was. I let a small smile from my lips and laughed a little bit. Not a nice one, but a cold one, one to go with his words. I can be nice if I want to, but the opposite person must attempt to return the favor. “Not a bad guess, I am blond and I am drinking whiskey” I like games, and I want to keep playing, but I don’t seem to be able to continue, at least not with him. He paid no attention, had no interest and didn’t know my name. After a few silent seconds I held out my hand “Camille Blackmore” my name should be enough to be able to get some sort of conversation going. Something interesting, something to target. I tapped with my other hand against the old wood, why was he so hard to play with. I never met a guy (except a Birch), who didn’t find me somewhat interesting. It might have not been good interesting, but more like what is up in that bitches head, but it was something I could start with. He asks me how I know him, at least he was talking. The answer was pretty obvious, I stated it before, but I guess snapping back at him wasn’t going to help much. I pressed my lips together and began to talk “Well, not only are you all over the news, but you also were with me in the training center. I saw quite often around. I also tend to know people, it’s really easy to find out information about others, especially if you have a big family like mine” I paused and shrugged “We just tend to spread out and make an acquaintance with everyone, just to be on top of things” in my head other reasons were being listed, reasons he didn’t have to know. template by chelsey

[Jack Lexington]

What am I doing here? I was supposed to do some shopping easy stuff, not too much to lift or carry. Instead I found myself draw to this dark old place. Must be the beer that attracted me. It definetly wasn't the women, nor the need for company.
The girl next to me has no idea about that though. I guess ost guys would go to a bar to pick up a girl.

Past her I see another girl who's looking over at us. She's murmunring something to herself that I can't understand. For a very brief moments our eyes meet before I look away again towards the bar tender.

The girl hasn't taken my hint that I'm not in a talkative mood. Instead she's making an effort to keep the conversation going. I rub a hand over the tubble on my chin that I can finally allow to grow again , now that I've been kicked out o the academy.

“Not a bad guess, I am blond and I am drinking whiskey” She stated.
"I'm very observant." I state grimly.
“Camille Blackmore” She introduces herself as if I had asked for her name. Of course it rings a bell. So I give her a brief but odd look. Is she really one of that big, very influencial and twisted family?
"Yeah?"
I contemplate telling her my name but she already knows.
“Well, not only are you all over the news, but you also were with me in the training center. I saw quite often around. I also tend to know people, it’s really easy to find out information about others, especially if you have a big family like mine”

Gahhh. What I feared has come true. People know me. Not for my great achievements as a career or peace keeper but a guy who has broken the law and got punished for it. Of course the peace keepers would make that public to scare others away.
A deep frown settles on my features as I avert my gaze.
"Am I now?" I purposely didn't turn on the news.
But why did she use her connections to find out about me? Did she have a thing for me back at the center?
"So you tried to find out about me?" I quirk a brow in amusement looking back at her.
"Why?"
I must look a little cocky with that sheepish grin replacing my frown. Maybe this one won't judge me for what I did.

Once again I lift the beer to my lips and take a nice long swig. Half way through i start feel my shoulders relax a little.

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My mind was working in overdrive. I couldn't help but allow my mind to run wild as I continued to stare at the couple before me. I know I've seen them both, somewhere before! Who were they?

Why was I so determined to figure this out? They looked to be two absolutely ordinary people, on a date nonetheless, but yet, something was off. Maybe it was the uncomfortable look upon the mans face, or possibly it was the straight forward way the woman talked, but something was definitely off.

With a roll of the neck and a drooping of the eyes, I turned my attention back to the bar,
deciding that it (whatever it was) wasn't worth losing my head over. They both were most likely no-bodies, here to have a good time (at such an ungodly hour too) - nothing that would affect my desired future, nor should affect my day. Above me was a television, with reruns of the recent reapings flashing across the screen; faces of younger women and men were presented to me, some looking horrified at their oh-so-foreseeable demises, and some looking ready to wipe out entire nations. Another obvious set of tributes... I thought with a smirk. Who will last till the end this time?

"The cold-eyed, fiery haired girl, or will it be the-" My mumblings were cut off when I heard the words of the woman next to me. Sudden pain filled my senses as a small amount of alcohol found itself spilling out of my slightly open mouth and onto my freshly split lip. The news? My eyebrows rose in confusion and disbelief as I looked at the man before me.

This man must be something I couldn't help think as I ran my eyes over him, scanning to look for anything that would help me place a name to his face. Nothing, nothing seemed to make him any more distinguishable than any of the others around me, and I couldn't help but get annoyed at that. Why was this man so damn special?

[Jack Lexington]

The beer is starting to make it’s presence known in every possible way. It makes me relax and feel a little easier but it also wants to make it’s way out again. I need to go to the bathroom so I excuse myself once I tipped back the rest of it and already ordered a second one from the bar keeper.

Then I get up to walk to the back of the pub where the bathrooms are located. The place is so old that some of the paint is flaking from the wall taking with it what people have scribbled there.
I pass a few guys on my way, who give me an odd look. Maybe I’m just interpreting it this way but maybe they recognize me. I hope they don’t.
My legs feel a little unsteady when I walk all the way to the back but I’m not sure whether it’s still from recovering or the beer. One beer can’t do that, right?

With one hand I push the swining bathroom door open that only closes half way anyway. Great, everybody can watch you do your business here and on top of that the sinks are located outside of the bathrooms for both men and women.

Once I’m done I step back outside noticing the young woman who’s given me a look at the bar. She looks a little lost but at least she doesn’t give me that evil stare.
“Hey.” I simply say to be friendly and then turn my back on her to wash my hands.
With my luck a handful of paper towels drops on the floor so I reach down to grab them and make way for whoever wants to use the sink. In the mirror I catch her reflection behind me again with a very strange look on her pretty features. What’s her problem?
“What?” I ask her a little less polite.