i want the blue plate { Wynn and Phoebe }

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

Wynn was normally assigned the job to set up the table, as the older children were normally out/and or busy. As he took out the stack of plates he'd need for the family to eat he started to think about how lucky his family was. Even though it was and could be really easy for them to become poor and die off- they had each other. There was enough children where they wouldn't get lonely.

He heard his mother call out to him, "Wynn! One of your older brothers is coming to visit for dinner today, be a dear and get another plate for him please!"

"Yes mother." He chirped back, as the male grabbed another plate he set out to the table. He started setting up the table as it would normally be while adding another plate at the end for his brother. It wasn't the complete luxurious life, but it was something. As he headed back out into the kitchen to get the drinks he accidentally bumped into his sister, Phoebe, he mentioned an apology to her as he got the glasses. Walking out, he placed them down on the table.

"So how are you, Phoebe?" He said with a small smile, it was always fun to catch up with other siblings. Since she was in the set of triplets with him they had somewhat of a closer bonding. He wondered what she thought about the family and all. How they're basically tied together in a certain.. Some kind of certain way. Wynn didn't know what to really think about it. In his head, he started to wander off in his own thoughts not really paying attention.

He remembered back when he was younger, probably around age ten, they'd always fight about what color plate they would get. "I want the blue plate!" Was probably the most spoken word in the house at that time. For some odd reason it seemed like the blue plate was special in the home. Everyone (at least all of the kids) had wanted it, and loved it at least once. It was kind of humorous.

Some days when friends would come over he remembered they'd be freaked out about how the family loved the plate as some kind of spiritual god. Often they'd say or ask why the boy even hung out with them. His simple reaction was that it was his family-- why else? His family was connected like a chain. More like a circle in a way. They contributed to each other and the Sawdusts' always stuck side by side.

Wynn came back to his senses as he heard the sound of glass shattering. Looking down, he noticed he had dropped one of the glasses while in his own la-la land. Blushing, he bent over to clean it up while cursing to himself for getting off topic. As he went back into the kitchen he thought he could see his sister giggling a little bit even though he didn't really mind because he found it funny too. He quickly got out another glass and set it where it should have been. His face still was burning from embarrassment when he looked up and rested his hands on the table.

"So, you don't think they heard that right?"

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WC:    554
Tags:   Sawdusts, woo!
Notes; heh short post ish

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~*~Phoebe Sawdust~*~

    Even now as November was just setting in here in seven Phoebe could fill the cool of winter that the winds carried with them. With each breeze they brought a new chill with them that could send you from tried to wide awake in one swift blast. The night sky soared high above Phoebe's head as she looked at all the lovely stars and the dashingly bright moon. Only an occasional cloud dared to take away from this picture perfect sky sight. It was nights such as this that Phoebe loved the most. She could simply walk out into the forest where the lights of Panem couldn't reach her and see the beauty of the sky with no obstructions. It was now, even with the frosted feeling that lined her face, that Phoebe felt truly at ease.

    Normally she would have to be concerned about working and helping take care of her fellow siblings. She would have to get use to be treated as just another one of those Sawdust kids. Yet none of that could reach her in her sanctuary within the forest grove. Time itself seemed to be nonexistent on a night so perfect like this, as though it could just be another thing for her to forget. However, she knew she couldn't forget it no matter how badly she may want to. She knew she and her family were having a big dinner tonight with one of her older brothers would be attending. It wasn't the thought of home that made her sad to leave. In fact, she loved her family as much as a person possibly could. She loved the bonds she had with every single one of them and the memories they all shared. However, she always hated to have to say goodbye to the moon and return to the hustles of life.

    She spent many hours here imagining what it would be like to live away in the forests surrounding Panem but she knew she couldn't. She could never bring herself to leave behind the ones she loved so dearly, it just wasn't her nature. She was kind, trusting, and giving. Selfishness was something she had never had or probably ever will. When you grow up in the way she did when you were lucky to eat some nights when your family is starving, it changes you. With one final longing glance up towards the vivid and lively canvas of mystery she loved so much she sighed and began her trek home.

    It didn't take her long to reach their small cabin house. Even from several feet away she could hear the screaming and yelling of her siblings playing and she could see her parents through the windows talking lovingly to each other. As much as she loved them all they could be a bit much to handle the second she got home every time so she looked for another entrance. Her eyes danced from window to window until finally they rested upon her triplet brother Wynn seemingly preparing the table for dinner. With a smile she started walking towards the back door into the kitchen where he was. She would much rather first encounter him and help set up than her siblings and be tackled to the grueling ground once again.

    In an instant warmth fluttered across her face sending tingles down her spine in an array of happiness. One thing she would always love about her home is how much it felt like a home whenever you entered. One can feel the love and happiness just in the way the air wafts around them. Phoebe smiled gleefully and walked over to a small area where she revealed several pairs of forks and knives. She then turned carefully to go and lay them on the table when Wynn clumsily knocked into her. She giggled at his clumsy nature and smiled as he asked her how she was. She shrugged with her smile still stretching across her face, "I'm fine Wynn. How about yourself? It feels as though we never talk anymore cause of our jobs. I miss our little talks."

    Her heart pinged a little at the fact that it did seem true that they hardly got to speak much at all anymore. Even though they were both part of the same batch of triplets life just always keeps them busy.  With a shake of her head she dismissed the sadden thoughts and set out all of the pairs of forks and knives. Smiling at her elegant setting she turned back towards Wynn. She nearly laughed herself to death when he foolishly dropped one of the glasses he was getting to put out on the floor. She watched as her laughs echoed through the room as the glass shattered in broke relatively quietly. "Do you think they heard that?" Wynn said with his voice filled with worry and she just rolled her eyes. "I always knew you were clumsy but now you are just proving me right Wynn." She winked and nudged his arm with her elbow as she bent down and started collecting the broken shards. "As for whether or not they heard it, I honestly don't know. It didn't sound loud but lets just focus on cleaning it up first."

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    "I'm fine Wynn. How about yourself? It feels as though we never talk anymore cause of our jobs. I miss our little talks." His sister had responded with a small shrug and smile on her face. He nodded in agreement of the fact that they never got to talk anymore. Wynn noticed that she had shook her head a second- but he decided not to ask why. He assumed that it was some kind of self-thought to get her mind off of a certain topic. A small smile danced its way onto his face as he replied to her question about how he was doing himself.

    "I'm fine, I guess. I mean I'm not getting attacked by any of the younger ones right?" The boy joked with a small laugh at the end of his statement. His sister mentioned that she always knew he was clumsy but now he was just giving her more evidence that she was right. He laughed quickly out loud. It felt good to laugh for once, he was always too busy recently focusing on his job. She said that the noise of the glass breaking wasn't too loud so they'd probably be safe if they cleaned it up quick enough. The male nodded in almost of a urgent manner kind of presenting his worry about being yelled at. Both him and Phoebe knew what it was like to feel mother or fathers' wrath.

    The male grabbed the last few items and placed them on the table as his sister finished cleaning up the remains of the glass he had broken. They still had some time to waste before dinner would start which was a good thing because it meant that the two could have more time to catch up on life. "Want to go on a walk?" Wynn asked his sister, it might have to sounded like an odd request but it was just so they could have some peace and quiet. Because right now- it'd be kind of hard to hear each other over the loud ruckus of their siblings screaming at each other while they were playing. One sharp scream rung through his brain, more like whole head that made him cover his ears for a quick second. "Jesus! Are they trying to kill each other or something?"  The male asked with a small laugh at the end of it. His siblings loved to mess around, but right now it sounded like plain old bloody murder.

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WC: 422
Tags: Phoebe!
Other; Time for a walk?

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~*~Phoebe Sawdust~*~

    What was happening in the Sawdust house was what always happened after the Sun went down and young lings cooled off. Their screams of play echoed through the worn wooden walls of the house as Phoebe stood listening. For most this type of rambunctious noise would drive them insane. However, to her this was the sound of home, one that brought her warmth and utter happiness every time it pierced her ears. She remembered all the times her and her fellow triplets would play like that and their laughs would ring through the house. Yet even now as she remembered these fond memories darkness crept into her field of gold and a chill of goosebumps swamped her skin as it turned it to ice. Memories of pain and suffering, of tears and fright, of death and life all filtered through her cranium in a jolting shock. Normally Phoebe sought to shut out these times of her life but now she recognized that without the suffering that she went through she wouldn't be the same person she was today.

    Phoebe twiddled her fingers as her mind continued to drift along the silver lining of her memories. She thought back to the day her parents and siblings went around begging for help. She remembered the pain she felt as she lay starving due to an awful disease. She also remembered the blessed man who took her in and cured her. Saved her. She owed him everything and if he asked she would lay down her life for him and his family. She knew he had a daughter who was about fifteen now and she remembered a very dark coversation she held with him several years ago. She swore to him that if his daughter was ever reaped she would volunteer in her place to save her, just as he had done for her. In her eyes her sacrifice would be meager compared to the supplies he freely used upon her but to him it was the biggest thing she could do.

    A voice suddenly cuts through her virtually plane as it pulls her swiftly back to reality. Her eye's blink several times as her surroundings change and she tosses away the broken glass shards. With a quick shake of her head she looks back towards Wynn as he jokes about their siblings trying to kill each other. She laughs softly letting it dance warmly across the room as she shrugs and rolls her eyes. "Oh Wynn of course they aren't. You and I both know that they aren't playing those kind of games." Typically families avoided all talk of the Hunger Games but to Phoebe they were nothing. She had knocked on Death's door and nearly passed through his threshhold so to her the games were nothing but a trial. If she were ever chosen she would defeat all the others and yet again avoid Death, to her surviving was a game itself.

    Her ears then perked up as Wynn suggested them taking a walk and her mouth tweaked upwards. "Sure Wynn I would enjoy that. Even if I did just get back from one." Her laugh yet again filled the space around them as she nudged him with her elbow. With a grin still stretching across her face she wrapped a snow white scarf around her neck. Excitement began bubbling up inside her as her hand twisted the doorknob open. Once more the winter winds whipped across her face as she walked down the wooden steps, her feet crunching leaves with every step. With a sigh of happiness she turned back towards the house and eargerly awaited her brother to follow.

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    "Sure Wynn I would enjoy that. Even if I did just get back from one." Phoebe had said to him with yet another grin spreading a cross her face. Wynn had to admit, even though she had gone on a walk they both knew that their only way to hear each other easily was by going on a walk. 
   The male from seven had laughed at the thought of it. His family was too busy screaming at each other to the point the two oldest children living in the house couldn't hear each other. They were, of course, used to it by now.
    The youngest had just passed by her first reaping, which to Phoebe and Wynn, that was a milestone in their life. What is the milestone though? The milestone would be that the last of them has entered their first reaping. Two of them have already flied by, but the rest are still in danger.
    Wynn doesn't expect to be in the games, he still doesn't now even though he is older. Running upstairs towards his room he grabbed his jacket and closed the door. Stepping down the steps he had hollered to his mother. "Phoebe and I are going on a walk, we'll be back by supper." The male said as he opened the door.
    Stepping out and closing the door behind him the cool, autumn air wrapped him in a blanket and touching him on the nose with a slight breeze. As his eyes had laid on Phoebe the male grinned. He didn't know exactly why but he was excited to start getting caught up on life. Family was important. Not just for now, but for life.
    The male had walked over to her and gestured in front, starting the walk. As they started walking he looked up at the sky. It was an amazing sight, and Wynn loved every minute of it.
    After walking a little while the male had decided to start the conversation. "So, uh.. How's life I guess?" The male had awkwardly said with a small, awkward smile on his face.

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tags: the sawdust lifee
other: Sorry for the short post!

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~*~Phoebe Sawdust~*~

    With winter still fully in bloom Phoebe was still surprised by Wynn's offer to take a walk. One thing was he never walked, like ever. Another thing was she thought he didn't really enjoy the cold like she did. In fact she was rather surprised he even had been speaking with her. For some unknown reason they had grown so far apart even with their triplet title. It always made Phoebe's heart wrench whenever she would see him and remember the old days when they would play and laugh together like their siblings. 

    In fact her mind began to remember the old times very vividly. She envisioned her family all huddled together laughing. She remembered how she use to sing Wynn and Leaf to sleep. She could remember it all. All of the times she and her siblings had spent together. She was reminded how much she truly loved them and how much it hurt to feel so distanced from them all. As though she wasn't one of them at all. As if the last name of Sawdust didn't apply to her. Yet, it did and she always knew it would even if she did get married later on in life. 

    Suddenly Phoebe was brought back to her evening stroll with Wynn as he asked her one of his typical awkward and aloof questions. She giggled at first as she thought about her answer. Most people would simply answer with well right away but not Phoebe. She wanted to be honest about how she was doing and how she truly felt. Especially towards her own flesh and blood triplet brother. So Phoebe thought about how to answer the simple question. Her mind jumping to different things here and there all over the spectrum of possibility until she finally was ready to answer


"Hmm honestly I am doing well for the most part but I won't lie about the fact I am anxious for the upcoming Reaping."

OOC- Sorry its short just wanted to get the thread going again!

    

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

    
She had replied after a while in which he thought she was thinking about what to say. Phoebe was more of the honest type of person, he remembered that very well. His sister replied with a thought that he had truly had been thinking about recently also, the reaping.

He knew that they both had tessera in the bowl, the older three of us had agreed to only let ourselves get tessera as we knew that we'd only be increasing their chances more of being reaped, and they didn't want that chance. We didn't care if we were reaped, only one of us would've been reaped anyways. Or we hope so.

Though that didn't cause the male from seven to not be his normal dorky self. "Aren't we all?" He spoke with his normal (though obviously faked) toothy grin. Wynn knew that his sister could see through his fake grins like a window. Though he still did it.

As he walked, he rubbed his elbow while the chilling cold wrapped around him like a blanket and wouldn't release, almost like a snake. The night sky was just barely starting to appear, there could only be one or two stars easily available in sight for the male. When he looked over to his sister, he couldn't help but start to flash through his head with all kinds of memories, all of them were mainly of them as children and they only had the six of them, the two older brothers, us triplets and Terrance.

He smiled at the memories and let out a small chuckle that had barely happened when he was around the family, normally it was just his toothy grin but this was something else. When he looked at his sister Wynn couldn't stop but remember how much he and her had been close together as children and they grew apart so fast, almost like it was just a one night stand. But this isn't a one night stand. Its his family and life, and he's forgotten so much about them as a kid growing up. So really, this was a first time in forever.

Though he had one question. "How many times is your name in?"
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tags: the sawdust lifee
other: Living the short post life.

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