Army Of Toys(open)

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I AM NOT AFRAID

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After Toyota Soul's brother, Kia Soul, died in the 68th Hunger Games, Toyota's heart had been weary and tired of all the loss in her life. She just wished the pain and heartache would stop. Even when the peacekeepers brought Kia back to them in a box she had still felt the pain of them only writing a piddly few words on it and nothing with meaning. Nothing to remember Kia by. He deserved so much better than to have died in the games, to have come home in a ordinary box that only said his name and the way he was murdered. As Toyota thought about this on her way down into the district square, her eyes watered. She was holding a small bag full of mechanical toys she had made which she gave out to the kids that couldn't afford enough to buy their own. Toyota lived with the rich Mr. Soul so she had enough to buy toys for all of them, but she liked to make them. She felt it was compensation for not being a good enough sister in the time he was here.

She wiped the silver tracks that ran down her face away and looked forwards into the District Square holding her bag of toys. A few children who knew about her frequent visits to the town square came running forward to her with the rare happy looks on their faces that filled Toyota with so much joy. Toyota smiled as she saw them running and she started to take a few toys out of her small bag and started handing them out. A little mechanical car for a little boy, a little doll that had it's arms move, and many more. After she finished handing out all the toys to the children she put her bag away and smiled happily. This was what she lived for now. Making others happy so she can be happy. Seeing those adoring faces in the crowd of children made her so much happier.

After she put her small bag away she turned around and started to walk towards one of the small benches in the District Square that would be moved soon to file all the boys and girls into the square for the reaping that was steadily approached. The reaping. Toyota shuddered as she thought about the horrible thing everyone had to go through each year. How Kia went through it and died in pain. How could she let that happen again.

She thought about Kia again, and then buried her face in her arms and wept silent tears that made more silver tracks that ran down her face and sprinkled her grey shirt in a shower of tears. She just wished the pain would stop. All Toyota wanted was for the pain to stop.

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Lester Retsel | Male | Thirteen |

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Studying the puzzle, for once Lester would be puzzled himself. One of those cubes which had a secret slot, with a compartment inside. Scanning the object with his eyes, his only focus would be this block of wood. Sliding his finger across the edges, feeling for any grooves or bumps, but nothing. Frustration began to set it. "Ahh, where is it!" Muttering to himself, rattling the cube, the thing inside flying against all six faces. Clasping the box in his hands, he'd move his face closer to it. Maybe if is eyes could touch, they'd find the secret. Twisting the cube around, close to his face, he'd bend it round at all different angles. Piercing his eye slightly on a corner, a stream would flow down his cheek. Squinting rapidly, he's see it, the tiny slash in the corner of the wood.

Flicking the corner with his thumb, a string would fall out of it. Tugging at the string, the faces of the cube would collapse, revealing a small piece of chocolate. Smiling at his accomplishment, Lester would swallow the chocolate and place the cube back together, pushing at the sides. Placing the cube into his backpack, he'd look around. He had forgotten he was stood in the middle of the street, for at least ten minute. Faces glaring at him, while he had cracked the puzzle. Biting his bottom lip, embarrassment would settle in slightly. All these eyes had watched him and he hadn't notice. They must think I am weird, he though to himself. Shaking his head slightly, gripping onto the straps of his backpack, he'd just hurry out of the area.

Heading for the town square, he'd think about the reaping as he drew ever so close. Being thirteen, this was his second year his name would be in that bowl. If and hopefully if his name was said this time, he still had four more chances that it could. But the odds would be low that his name would be called, surely. Lester doesn't like watching the games, nor does he enjoy preparing for it. Physically he would loose, but mentally he would have slight chance. But with what goes on in those games, his lack of combat skills would kill him off.

Shuddering at the thought of him dying in, he'd step into the square, soon to be redecorated for the reaping. Glancing at children as they played with toys. Lester hadn't many toys, he just had puzzles, educational toys, the ones his parents forced him to play with. Although hidden under his bed, was a ball and a stuffed bear, the items he worshiped. Boris the bear, his friend. A quiet friend, who always listens and gives the best hugs.

Standing in the square, he'd just observe the scene in the area, still gripping hold of straps. Moving his torso around slightly, noticing all the eyes watching him as he stood like a gnome in the middle of the square. Panicking slightly, he'd hurry to an occupied bench, throwing himself onto the seat, as he swung the bag onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around the bag, he'd stare off into the distance.

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Toyota wiped the tears away from her face as she tried to turn the topic in her mind to something not as bad as the hunger games. But instead, her thoughts turned towards the topic of the 70th Quarter Quell announcement. "To remind the rebels that their decision hurt some districts much more than others," Snow as said and Toyota instantly knew how awful it would be by the time the malicious grin had spread across his face, "the tributes of the 70th Annual Hunger Games will be reaped regardless of their district." She had then just walked out of the house and into the street which was where she was now. She had then started thinking of Kia. Stupid tv. Stupid president snow. Stupid quell twist. now she had less of a chance of getting into the games which was bad. She wanted to die in them to show people how cruel president snow was for making her brother die in them.

Toyota's head whirled around from her curled up position on the bench as she felt a vibration go through it. Who would sit next to her? The unlucky sibling of a tribute in the hunger games. Most people would have stayed far away. Her eyes narrowed at the little boy who had jumped into the seat next to her fiddling with a little weird cube. "Who are you?" She said, a bit more sharply than she had intended.

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Lester Retsel

Lester Retsell|Male|13

Thinking back to the reaper announcement this morning,Lester would try and get his head around the quell. Surely if a tribute is reaped regardless to their district, some districts will have more tributes than others, maybe none. The though of district three having no tribute gave him some hope, but it was unlikely to happen. Lester didn't enjoy watching the games, whenever he was infront of the television, he would look away when there was a brutal death. The thought of death gave him a slight shudder, what could possibly happen to you when you die? Is it just like sleeping, nothing? Or does your soul go and live in another world? Lester had many unanswered questions in his head.

Pondering on his thoughts, Lester would forget he was sat next to somebody. He'd pull out another cube from his bag and slide the rustic coloured sack under his feet. Clasping onto the wooden carved cubed, he'd still have various thoughts in his head. Is death actually painful, do you see the light like many predict? Is it another journey into another world? Shaking his mind slightly, he'd turn to the girl besides him, as she interupted his thought process with a question of her own. Scanning her appearence, she didn't seem familiar to him at all. "Oh I am Lester? Is it ok for me to sit here..." A sudden pause in his response "I'll move if you want me too..."

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Toya had been startled by the boy sitting there, even more startled that he didn't remember her on tv when Kia's box had come home to district three. No one wanted to be near here ever since they found out how unlucky she was. It was a large rumor that President Snow handpicked people who were close to a past tribute. She had been fine so far so Toya doubted President Snow would do that to her right now and she was glad. He was fiddling with some sort of cube or something. I don't know what it was exactly.

"No it's fine. You can sit here if you want. I mean, it's a free country," Toyota bumbled as she talked quickly which is what happened when she was nervous, "Well, I mean kind of free, not really free, you know I'm just going to stop talking." She then sat awkwardly by the small boy. He may have been only two years younger than her, maybe his second year into the games. "I'm Toyota."

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Lester Retsel

Lester Retsell|Male|13

Flicking a corner again on the cube, it would pop right open. Well that was easy, he thought. Pulling open the four sides of the cube, a bag full of jelly beans would be inside of it. Smiling, he'd grab the clear bag of sweets and stuff the accomplished cube back into his brindle. Tearing open the bag, he'd pick out a green bean and begin to eat them. Lester's parents had given him five cubes to crack today, he had already opened two. Inside each of the cubes contained a little surprise, the harder the puzzle the better the prize was. His parent's really liked to push the little kid, something he occasionally enjoyed.

Munching away at the beans, he'd watch the girl as she spoke. "Really it isn't a free country, not with these games..." Lester had been taught to respect Panem, be great-full he get's hospitality from The Captiol, that he lives in one of the best Districts. He can't really be great-full for Panem, if every year from the age of twelve to eighteen, he could be sent to die for the entertainment of others.

Offering his bag of jelly bean's to the girl, he'd speak "Nice to meet you Toyota. Do you want a jelly bean?"

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(sorry this took a while!)

My mind is still in the past, with Kia and Porsche and Bughatti, and when everything was happy, but it wasn't to last. Only a few years after I had come to that magnificent family, my oldest brother was taken away from me and locked behind Oak doors from which I was pulled away from by peacekeepers in their pristine, white suits and dark black masks. I have always wondered if they could see us through those darkened masks, and I always wondered why they would wear them to hide their faces from everyone around them. That day I had realized why they wear those stupid black helmets. It is because they don't have souls, and since eyes are windows to the soul, they cover their faces so that we don't notice they don't have souls, but I noticed that day how when they took me away from my brother how they didn't have a soul, or a heart, or a mind to stop them from wrenching me away from Kia.

Wrenching me away from my brother that was going to die a few days later because of soulless people like them.

I was twisted back to reality when I heard the boy talking next to me. He had been playing with the weird cube for a while now, and it just had popped open. My brow furrowed in surprise. I thought you were supposed to just get the colors matching on all sides, not open it and have a prize inside. How could afford something like this? He took a piece of candy from it. Now I was really confused. How could someone have candy in the district. My father is one of the richest people in the district, and candy is still a rare and delectable treat and surprise for me.

He held one of the beans out to me and I looked down at it in surprise. I recognized it as a jelly bean. Last time I had one was years ago after whatever his name, the district three victor, I think Klaus Gorovitch was his name, had won and my father said I could have some of the jelly beans that came with the winnings that were for the whole district. A year of food for everyone, and so we all had enough to take something small like that.

I took the jelly bean and say quietly, "Um, thanks." He was a weird little boy, most I'd met hadn't even known what candy was and certainly wouldn't have shared. I bit into slowly and looked at the boy wonderingly, "How did you get these?" I asked questioningly, "They're hard to find everywhere. It's almost impossible. How?" I say slowly and wonderingly even though I know it seems a small bit rude to me, but I was really wondering how this small boy acquired some of the sweetest candy there is.

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Lester Retsel

Lester Retsell|Male|13

Continuing to munch away on the handful of beans, Lester couldn't remember the last time he ate these. Probably about 5 years ago, he rarely ever had candy. The last time he had candy, was those beans 5 years ago, he pondered on how exactly his parents had obtained them, maybe they struck some money.  They could possibly be from five years ago, Lester felt sick at the thought, he had eaten at least seven. Although he knew candy took awhile to expire, but five years would be enough? He had to look it up when he got home but he doubted there were any books on it. Maybe he could do an experiment, but where would he get the candy? Wouldn't it take years for him to complete this experiment? Thinking about all the questions, he'd once again forget about the girl next to him.

Sat frozen with his hand out in front of Toyota, he'd think about it. Expiration of food, it takes different amounts of time for certain foods to deteriorate, it is then either thrown away or fed to animals. Maybe The Capitol or even District 6 are trying to tackle how long food lasts, he knows there are a lot of food which had a very long life, due to chemical alterations. It was quite fascinating, but won't all these chemicals effect our body? All these questions rattling in his head.

Waking up back to reality, Lester would look over to Toyota."How did you get these?" Looking quite worried at the question, Lester would reply in a shaken voice. " Oh my..my.. parent's gave them to me." Was he in the wrong, was he not meant to have candy? Maybe the girl was a bully, she might steal the candy from him. Pulling his hand away from the girl, he'd clasp his hand, looking down at it. "They're hard to find everywhere. It's almost impossible. How?" He knew they were quite hard to get, but he wasn't in the wrong surely? Candy isn't illegal is it? "I don't know... my parents gave them to me." He'd repeat himself in quite a sad tone, sliding the beans back into his pocket. What happens if the girl tells on him? His parents might get into trouble? Lester worried about his questions.

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OOC: Could you not make it an open thread & pop my name on there?