The Five boy should be here soon because it's not a case of someone who hasn't made their character yet. His form got sent so far back I hadn't made the document for Heart of Darkness yet, so I misplaced it in some other file.
Nassor Doyle- 17
My lighter was an empty pill canister I found in the dirt, a wad of milkweek fluff, some bits of wire and a spoonful of gasoline nicked from a tractor. I flicked it idly as I sat on the roof of a machine shed. I didn't plan to start any fires or anything like that. I just had nothing better to do, since I was just fired. I thought racing mice on a tractor belt was hilarious. My manager thought otherwise.
I could see a long way from the top of the shed- even farther than in most places, since Nine was so flat. Sometimes I wondered about what was out there beyond Nine. All I ever saw of the other Districts was peeks when I looked at the background during their Reapings on television. I was always torn about it. I wanted to go see what was there, but I probably wouldn't if I had the chance. I didn't like change. I wished I could go explore the outside but bring Nine along with me.
"What's that?"
I looked down and saw some little kid looking at my lighter.
"It's a lighter," I said.
"Where did you find it?" he asked.
"I made it," I said. I scooted down the roof and jumped off to show it to him.
"How?" he asked.
I opened the top so he could see the contents. "It's not really that hard. It just needs some fuel, something to burn, and something to hold it," I said.
"Won't it just burn up all the fluff?" he asked.
"It's only a tiny flame, since there's not much air in there. And it does burn the fluff after a few minutes. Then I get new stuff," I said.
"How does it not burn your hand?" he asked.
"It would if I stuck my hand over it," I said.
"How do you make it open like that?" he asked.
"I... you know what, why don't you take it apart and find out?" I said, and I gave him the lighter.
"For me? To keep?" he asked.
"Yeah, go ahead. I'll make another one," I said. Different people were good at different things, and I was good at inventions. A lighter was easy for me. Especially since one time I made a flamethrower. But that was another story.
Jeanie Clay- 16
On my twelfth birthday, I went to the Justice Hall to sign up for tesserae. It wasn't a death wish or overconfidence. We were just hungry. On my way out, I saw something glinting on the roof. I'd never noticed the Justice Building had a skylight. I wondered why people like the Gamemakers would want to see something as pretty and pure as they sky.
I never should have done it, but I had to see. Maybe I had more of a deathwish and was more overconfident than I admitted. I snuck back to the Hall that night and crept up the side of the building. There were ledged and fire escapes, so it was easy. The moon gave me enough light to see, but it was still dark enough that nobody would see me unless they were inside the building, which was empty.
I hauled myself onto the roof and crawled out onto the skylight. It reflected the light from the sky and glowed white. I could see through the glass went I bent close, like I was sitting on the moon and looking down on another planet. There was a scaffolding under the glass so the windows could be cleaned. Under that, there was an open room lined with shelves. And in one corner of the skylight, there was a hinge.
The skylight was heavy, but I was determined. I got it open a crack and wedged myself in, pushing it up enough to squeeze through. I landed on the scaffolding and climbed down the attached ladder to the floor. The room was dark and dusty and smelled older than dirt. In the dim light, I could barely see that the shelves were full of books.
I picked one from a shelf and squinted to see its title in the dark. The book was covered in dust and looked about ready to fall apart. The cover was faded and torn, and it rustled alarmingly when I opened it. It wasn't like the books in Nine's library. They were old, but not this old, and they were generally about one of five topics: the Capitol, the Hunger Games, agriculture, morality tales, and chilren's books. This one seemed to be about a faraway kingdom filled with strange animals and humanlike things. I could sense just by the secret nature of the room and the neglected state of the book that it wasn't meant for the people to read.
That did not stop me. I crouched in a corner by a lamp I dared to plug in and read a hundred pages of the book before I knew I had to get back home. For the next four years I snuck out every night I dared and read all the books I could. I had to cut back after my performance in the fields declined, but I still went at least once a week. It was the biggest rebellion I could tolerate- I'd seen what happened to people who tried to escape, but this was the next best thing. All the worlds denied to me were in those books, and all the lessons the Capitol didn't want me to learn. They didn't want me going anywhere, but right under their noses, I went everywhere.
Nassor is five foot eight and stocky. He has almond-shaped hazel eyes, with tanned skin and a wide nose, and wavy brown hair that is overgrown and messy. His mother was part Polynesian and Japanese, his father is part Egyptian.
Jeanie Clay has Dark brown eyes, light brown skin, heavy freckles, short wavy black hair, medium height, lean and muscular, steady strong hands, and a face usually set in a thoughtful half-frown.
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