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[Knuckles]

Chaske Parks

Once the reaping was over, and I had that run in with the girl, I was shoved into a room away from the rest of the world. Nobody was around, only the peacekeeper outside the door. I'm alone, all alone. Being alone is one of the best ways of life. Nobody to mess with me. Nobody to lie to me. My entire life has been spent alone. Staring at the dust covered walls connecting one room to another. Drafts flying through the windows because the cracks run deeper than any scratch ever would, and I'm too lazy to fix it. Father would complain it was messed up, and that it was weak, but he doesn't live there. Father always wanted order, yet chaos is much more fun.

I run my hands along the wood chairs. They're expensive, and in amazing shape. Something I won't ever afford. Something I'll never see again because I'm moving away. The Capitol is my new home. It's my home now, and I shall rule over them, but first, I have to get to them. Winning the game is a must, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

But who knows how long I'll be stuck here in this room before I'm taken away again. My hands pound against the table in a faint motion blocking out all the world around me, but it's nothing like that. Nothing ever relaxes. Not even my life. Part of me longs for the door to open and Chance to walk underneath it, but nothing happens. The door doesn't move, and honestly it doesn't surprise me. My own family doesn't care if I die. They don't care that my freedom was taken away the moment my name was called. The moment my name slipped through the teeth of the stupid escort.

That's when something amazing happens. The door swings open, and a boy walks inside. A large smile plasters across my face, but my words are glued against my tongue.

[Arrows]

~Brandy Vocatus~

    Most Reapings Brandy didn't really care about or even really paid much attention to. However this one had hit his interest points. Surely before kids who had come into the brewery had been reaped but this time was different. A basic regular who Brandy himself had carried out long conversations with was Reaping. In fact Brandy had even slipped the kid extra drinks on occasion cause he liked his company. He wasn't sure he would call him a friend but he absolutely was a well known acquaintance. So yeah when his name was called and he was forced to take the stage Brandy was actually quite uneasy. In fact he was so shook by this he actually decided to say goodbye to the kid.

    Brandy thought he would have had to wait longer when he requested to see Chaske, however, that was not the case. No one else seemed to be waiting to visit him. No family anywhere in site. It was then Brandy finally could see just how alone this kid was. It was also this moment that Brandy was happy that he was going to visit him. Maybe some way some how he could make the kid a little happy. Especially when his own family seemed to have turned their backs on him during his biggest time of need.

    The Justice building was huge and the most luxurious thing Brandy had ever entered. Large chandeliers hung high on the ceilings and a massive portrait of the victor Colgate O'Leary hung powerfully on the wall. In fact Brandy felt as though he could feel Colgate's breath on his neck as he walked. The peacekeepers were dead silent as they led Brandy down some unknown hallway and around a corner. Only when the hallway ended at one door on the right did they gesture for him to enter.

    Taking a deep breath and acknowledging his few minutes with Chaske he turned the knob and pushed his was slowly into the room. The moment the door shut behind him Brandy turned towards Chaske. For a second silence filled the room until Brandy peiced together a few words to say, "Hey Chaske, I just wanted to stop by to say I will be rooting you on from the brewery. Also that I know you can win." Brandy paused for a moment searching for words until he just let his mouth flow, "I'm sure the last thing you want is a pep talk so I won't give you one. So is there anything you want to just say or for me to tell anyone?"

[Knuckles]

Chaske Parks

It's beyond my wildest dreams that someone other than my family showed up to say goodbye. Mother and Father didn't appear. Chance didn't even show, and in a way it hurts. Family should care for one another, but I should've known growing up they didn't care for me. Nobody did. Mother let father abuse me. She didn't stop him, and Chance says I killed him. He's a liar, and I hate liars. The door shut behind the strange boy, and I can't take my eyes off him. A stranger stands before me, and he knows my name - who doesn't know my name now?

He believes I can win. He's going to cheer for me from the brewery. Well, that's good to know. Someone wants me home. Someone wants to watch me fight, and for that the fight begins growing stronger. A small chuckle escapes through gritted teeth when he mentions a fucking pep talk. Who needs one of those? Especially when hell lurks before me threatening to consume every second of my life. Yet when he asks if there's anything I want him to tell anyone, the tiny grin turns into a large, evil smile. Thinking about Chance, and him not showing like a coward. My mother and my father. None of them believe in me. We don't need them to believe because we believe.

"You can tell my mother, my father, and Chance that I'm coming for them. I'll return home, and I will kill every last one of them. I can't wait to hear then scream for mercy, and I won't share any mercy for them." My own words linger in the air buzzing through my ears. But curiosity rolls throughout my body. Why was this kid telling me bye? Why does he care about me? After all I'm as good as dead. Everyone is. No, we can win. Together.

"Man, you better drink all that beer that's waiting for me." I laugh trying to joke around especially with this kid.