what would it be without you */ grey

[dorothea merope aldjoy]

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dorothea smiled with anticipation as she applied the last of her mascara. usually she had her very own team sorting this out now, like just before the reaping. it would be something that she'd have to get used to, and she thought she'd like that. it was always nice to be pampered and looked after, especially in the knowledge that they knew what they were doing. they were trained after all to make anyone they were assigned to look good. dorothea's hair was curled and tumbled down her shoulders and over the pretty black dress that she was wearing tonight. she'd recently bought it with her new money, coming from her new job as escort. she sighed, hating a little that she was making money when the children would soon be out dying, or struggling to survive, at best. but it would serve her well tonight, as she was using the money to pay for herself and her brother to have a lovely meal in a nice restaurant she knew in the capitol. she'd excused herself for one night from her mentor duties and slipped away to spend some time with her brother.

her twin brother, grey, meant everything to her, and she couldn't resist seeing him again. it had been a little while and she hated being away from her twin brother. he was her other half, he'd risked his life for her and come out of the other side a winner. she was so grateful to have another half as good as he was. she'd not been as close to any of her other siblings as she was to grey. she grabbed her purse and cell phone, and gave him a quick text. she was on her way. he was in the capitol of course with his tribute, as he was mentoring. dorothea waited for the taxi to arrive. it didn't take long, and she slid into the back seat, before instructing the driver to stop by where grey was staying to pick him up. she was excited to see him again, that was obvious by the grin on her face. when they arrived, she text grey letting him know they were outside. when he came down, and slid into the taxi beside her, she leant over and gave him a huge hug, before sitting upright again and linking his arm with hers. "missed you, bro"

[/color] she said, the big grin on her face only getting bigger.

"so tell me, give me the gossip, what is your tribute like?"[/color] she asked, a tad jealous that the tribute would see her brother more than she would, but she would be busy too, trying to keep her tributes alive and getting them as much sponsors as she could.[/div]

it's not the way you plan it.
{clothes. tagging grey! lyrics; my heart, paramore.}

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

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[dorothea merope aldjoy]

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dorothea had been looking forward to this. not only was she back in the capitol and therefore, back in her element, but now she was showing her brother one of the nicest restaurants that she knew of. the food there was always well cooked and had a homely feel to it. like it had been cooked by a mother or something. she couldn't really remember any really nice meals that were home cooked by their mother, but then their mother spent most of her time grieving for the loss of one child, or praying that a second would survive. it wasn't a surprise really with the lack of food, that they didn't have many cooked dinners. never mind, she was more than making up for it now. she had more money to go out with now and that was great, her wardrobe's clothes collection had expanded and she'd visited plenty of the restaurants in the capitol already. money did open doors. she called this place home now too, although really she was a district nine girl, just like the ones that grey had seen at his reaping. it was a shame really that this was still going on, but it did bring plenty of well paying jobs to the capitol. dory couldn't even be sure of the amount of people working toward the games, there were so many per district that it would be near impossible to name them all.

dory smiled as her brother kissed her cheek. she was always one to love attention and affection, even now. "isn't that your job, brother?"

[/color] she said with a wink. in truth, it was everyone on that team's job to get the tributes some sponsors. sponsors could mean the difference between life and death so there was plenty of pressure there. she just hoped that her team would have plenty. they'd stand a much better chance with outside help. "i hate thinking of that day, i was so scared, for me, and then even more for you. i couldn't have lost you"[/color] she said with a sigh, squeezing his arm. "i hope he lives long, brother. it'd be horrible to lose a tribute. i'm hoping and praying that i don't have to go through that too"[/color] she said honestly, knowing it would be horrible. she'd be forever blaming herself, thinking she'd not done enough and thinking of things that she could have done better or differently, and if they would make any sort of difference. she didn't want to be the reason that a family lost their child. she'd been through that with her own family, and it was very hard to survive.

"a scuffle with a peacekeeper from the boy tribute, but he made his way to the stage with no trouble after that. and a very pretty girl, also a tribute. no volunteers, though that isn't surprising."[/color] dory commented. said like that, it didn't seem like anything special, but that event meant that two people were stood on the border between life and death, and now the capitol was going to ask them to walk the line, and they'd have to be careful not to fall into the side of death. she got out of the taxi after it parked in front of the restaurant and smiled, happy to be here again. she'd made a reservation for them earlier so they were guaranteed a table, which was good, sometimes it could be hard to get in there. she spoke her name at the welcome desk and the hostess led them to a table near the back. "the food in here is lovely, i hope you like it, brother"[/color] she said with a smile. "so no crying or forcing people onto the stage for you, then?"[/color] dory asked, wondering how she'd gotten that little bit of excitement.[/div]

it's not the way you plan it.
{clothes. tagging grey! lyrics; my heart, paramore.}

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

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[dorothea merope aldjoy]

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dorothea, had she had to go through the games, she'd have died. she'd have probably had no chance, to be honest, without any weapon or survival knowledge, she'd have been helpless. the best she could have done was charm someone into helping keep her alive and get her food and things and then double cross him in the end, but killing him would have been hard, especially if he'd practically saved her life, and she'd probably have gotten attached. grey had probably figured this out and thrown his name out there. as far as she'd known, there hadn't been a volunteer since then. district nine wasn't a career district and so volunteers were very unlikely. dorothea had known about kids being trained up from young children so that they could volunteer in the games and bring the food and spoils to their district when they won, but dorothea didn't agree. it wasn't right to turn kids into monsters like that, and then the games would change them so much that they would never be the same. dory was so grateful to grey, as she'd known that if she'd have managed to survive the games, she wouldn't come back the girl that she used to be. every ounce of innocence would have been drawn from her and she didn't want to lose that.

"that's true. you're lucky for the games in a way, i couldn't imagine you working on a farm for the capitol. too much work"

[/color] she teased, though knew that being a mentor wouldn't be easy. you could get attached and if they die, have to watch and feel guilty that you didn't do enough, or you didn't do your job properly and keep them alive and then there was guilt, you were the reason a family lost their son, you were the reason a sister lost a brother, you were the reason that a young boy had died, and none of those would be nice to think, let alone roll around on repeat in your head. as an escort, the responsibility was there, but wasn't so big as the mentor's and she was ever grateful for that. she wouldn't ever be wholly responsible. grey wouldn't either, but there was more reason for the guilt to fester and him to think that. "a volunteer?"[/color] dorothea asked for conformation, her eyes widening. that surprised her, she'd not heard of one since grey, as she'd thought before, so it was weird that the one time he was a mentor for D9, there was a volunteer.

"poor children, i feel for them and their families"[/color] dory said, sighing. she picked up the menu and scanned it, fancying something with gravy. she was expected to look good and keep a healthy diet to maintain that, but she was so not sticking to that tonight. "cottage pie with roast potatoes and green beans and gravy please, and a glass of red wine"[/color] dory ordered, a happy smile on her face. she missed foods like this. the diet was boring.[/div]

it's not the way you plan it.
{clothes. tagging grey! lyrics; my heart, paramore.}

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CCCCCC;] Grey had always wondered as a small child, what would happen if he had been in the games he'd known he wasn't strong enough to survive and he'd probably die, so secretly to himself he thought he needed something that would keep him alive. He'd always been good at throwing, he'd had a small ball when he was a child and he used to throw it about a lot and do trick shots into baskets, mainly when his sister was becoming more girly and wanted to do girly things he really wasn't interested in. He realised this was handy but honestly couldn't see how his throwing skills would help him so he'd trained using a stick as a sort of sword. His sword skills were never good and yes they'd actually saved him once and killed someone it ended up his throwing skills that had saved his life, he'd have never even have expected that. "Hey! I'm hard working, i have an entire house to clean and stuff now" he told her, he never really cleaned, mainly just picked stuff up from the floor and moved them about a bit. "Yeah a volunteer" he said looking at the menu unsure what the hell he was going to have, he had way too many options. He wasn't sure what to say about the volunteer really, it was good to have a volunteer because they usually had something to fight for which was always important but then again it wasn't good to be in the hunger games full stop. "Yeah.. it sucks.. how do you like, cope with reading their names out?" he asked her curiously then turned to the waiter, still not sure what he was having. "Make that two" he said simply after she had ordered, he was going to enjoy it no matter what it was so it was just easier that way. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] No time for cameras we'll use our eyes instead~

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