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Posted: Tue, 04/05/2021 04:11 (4 Years ago)

Ah, so they were in a similar position, huh. Family was a difficult topic to tackle if only for how much weight that it held for him. While he was still healing from his own hurt, still trapped in the dangerous environment that made him such a bitter and hurting child, he was lucky enough to have found a support network within Hogwarts that at least kick started the healing process. If he could at least help Alison feel at home in the old castle, then Jules would do what he could to help her. But as always, finding the right words to convey any feeling was a challenge. "You know, just because she's you're mother doesn't mean that you owe your whole life to her." He finally spoke. "Parents are meant to unconditionally love and treasure their children, teaching them how to grow up to become fine adults. If she makes you uncomfortable, you have every right to cut off connections to her." It felt odd to be saying to someone else. It was almost hypocritical in a sense, since Jules was still hesitating on going through with separating himself from the Hadrian name, but it was still a good lesson none the less. "The person known as Jules wasn't even supposed to exist, much less go to Hogwarts. If you look at the school records, you won't see my name anywhere. But I'm still here and I have a home here. Hogwarts is a curious place. It gives a place for people who don't belong a chance and I'm glad that the castle gave yo-" His impromptu speech was interrupted as a howler screeched its hateful message across the halls, making Jules winced. Having been on the receiving end of seven of them, he knew how awful it was to receive one and felt sadness crawl over his heart for the poor student sitting among the sea of red and gold. She looked like a first year and that fact only broke his heart even more.

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Posted: Tue, 04/05/2021 03:04 (4 Years ago)

Jumping at the sudden arrival of a voice, unnoticed due to his focused task of not embarrassing himself, Lauriam instinctively snarled and almost pushed Robin away. "Don't ju-" cutting himself off as he tried to put distance between himself and Robin, he ended up tripping over his aching feet and falling to the ground. He was lucky that nothing about his outfit was broken or displaced but still his face burned with shame as he glared at the ground. Great, now others would think he was weak. Again. This was awful. Ignoring any help, Lauriam tried to get up again, knees shaking as his ankles protested at the pressure put on it. In the end he managed to get back on his feet though it looked like he was only achieving it through sheer force of will and stubbornness. "I would appreciate it if you made sure I noticed you next time before speaking to me." He grit out, doing his best to stay civil as he tried to find his balance.

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Posted: Tue, 04/05/2021 02:57 (4 Years ago)

Startled as if he wasn't even aware that he was doing it, Jules chuckled and rubbed the back of his head apologetically. "Sorry, I guess I'm not good at hiding it, huh." He couldn't really escape from it and while he knew that he himself would hate it if someone told him that they were worried for him, it was still something that should be addressed. "You just kinda remind me of myself. Or well, it might be better to say you remind me of the part of me that my younger self hated. It's not a bad thing, I had a stick up my spine and was in a really bad place back then, but I guess its weird seeing someone else going through what I did back then without all the angsting. Well, not really? I don't know what you've been through or if our experiences are similar at all but the stuff you're doing right now as a defensive mechanism? I've done that before so yeah. I'm not going to pretend like we're the same or anything, our experiences are our own, but i guess thats just something I've noticed." He was rambling and the moment he realized it, he forcefully clicked his jaw close and shut himself up. Ah he's definitely overstepped here but he did speak the truth no matter how weird it sounded.

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Posted: Tue, 04/05/2021 02:21 (4 Years ago)

"We'll go whenever you're ready then." He assured, not wanting to rush Alison. She seemed haggard and he would hate to make it any worse than it already was. He was worried and though he did his best to hide it it still showed as he took note of how little Alison ate. While he didn't have the right to lecture anyone on their eating habits (his were equally bad, if not worse) it did concern him slightly. Alison seemed much more glum today compared to yesterday. He could only hope that she was okay.

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Posted: Tue, 04/05/2021 02:16 (4 Years ago)

By the time Lauriam stepped out from his styling, he was fuming. The train ride had been less than pleasant and he had kept to himself mostly but the stylists had really gone an extra step to make his day awful. The outfit itself wasn't terrible, just a black leather coat with floral motifs running up and down the sleeves and thick leather gloves. Under the coat was a half crinoline made of vines that only reached the top of his thighs, creating a old fashioned dress-like appearance as thigh high boots with damned heels were strapped to his thighs with garter belts, making it hard to see the light stitching on his leather pants. It was... a lot and the heavy fabrics weighted Lauriam down as he wobbled on unfamiliar shoes that cramped and pinched his feet. But the worst part was his hair. Or more specifically what they did to his hair. Apparently putting flowers in people's hair was fashionable and the designers took full advantage of his anthokinesis to use lillies as a hair extension. To put it lightly, Lauriam felt disgusting, the whole ensemble heavy and painful to wear. The other tributes looked like they were having fun so good for them he guessed. They didn't even act as if this was just the capital parading around their prey, playing with their corpses until they got cold and left them to rot. Hissing as he stumbled again, ankles twisting under the pain of having to walk in heels, Lauriam cursed the fact that he couldn't exactly take his shoes off and the ensemble was already embarrassing enough as it was. He didn't need to eat dirt to make it even worse.

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Posted: Mon, 03/05/2021 05:36 (4 Years ago)

Jules smile was understanding as he polished off his breakfast. "Thats good." He simply said, choosing not to push any further. Saying his greetings to other Ravenclaw students he knew, he returned to ALison's side. "Do you want me to show you your other classes or to Madam Pomfrey? Knowing where the infirmary's located is nice for a lot of things." He offered, muttering a quick charm to clean off his hands from the sticky condiment that had dripped onto his fingers. "Or if I'm being too nosy just ask and I'll get out of your hair." This too was spoken with a nonchalant tone, slipping his wand back into his robes. Dusting off his heads, he streched languidly before flashing a smile at Alison. He wouldn't blame the first year if she wanted him gone. He knew that he could be slightly overbearing at times and could understand if others needed time away from him.

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Posted: Mon, 03/05/2021 04:12 (4 Years ago)

Mornings were always interesting. It seemed like every year something would change in the Hufflepuff dorm routine and these small actions were things that Jules loved to try and spot. This year it seemed like no one was lingering around the fireplace, milling about in groups instead. Jules did his best to herd them all to the mess hall, humoring some of the students in light conversation. It was nice, being needed by others and Jules was wearing a smile on his face when he reached the dinning hall even though he had stayed up doing homework. Sitting down at the Hufflepuff table, Jules kept the conversation going as he passed out food to eager first years and more sullen seniors. Breakfast was good as always, letters coming in from owls and chatter floating around the hall as bellies were filled with good warm food. It was lovely. It was home.

Smearing a piece of toast with marmalade, Jules kept half an ear on an eager first year who chatted about her first day in class and he was reminded of Alison who he had walked to her classes the day before. Colored eyes landed on the girl who sat herself at the Ravenclaw table looking awful. Her skin was sallow and hints of dark rings under her eyes worried the head boy. While he was confident that Ravenclaw's head students and Prefects could handle it, Jules still thought of the young girl as a friend and excused himself. Walking over to the first year with another piece of toast in hand. "Good morning!" he greeted Alison with a smile, making sure to not startle the poor girl. "How was your first night?" The answer was obvious just looking at her but it only felt polite to ask anyways

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Posted: Sun, 02/05/2021 10:32 (4 Years ago)

~~Stonepaw~~, Stonepelt
Username: Tsukoyomi | Age: 24 Moons | Gender: Tom | Rank: Warrior | Sexuality: Asexual, Biromantic

Appearance: Stonepelt is a large and burly cat easily towering over most of his clanmates. His cream and beige coat makes it easy for him to hide in the undergrowth and sharp blue eyes rarely miss anything that cross his sight. As a ragdoll, he has a firm and muscular build with a medium coat that more often than not is knotted up. Stonepelt walks with a slight limp on his hind legs and his tail is slightly crooked but other than that, there seems to be no visible defects on him.
Personality: While the largest and most physically imposing of Burrclan's warriors, Stonepelt is quite gentle and taciturn. He prefers to let his actions speak louder than his words and rarely speaks at all. If he does, it's quiet and usually only one or two words. Despite being somewhat hard to approach, he is one of, if not the most loyal cats to Burrclan. He is as reliable and steady as his name suggests and vary rarely goes against his strict moral code. His core philosophy is that the world is cruel enough, there's no reason for him to add to that cruelness. This leads to him often making sure that he's not in anyone's way always making sure that he isn't bothering anyone. He also seems to have a bit of a soft spot for kits and queens, if his insistence to change the queens bedding frequently and check for ticks himself is anything to go off on. Or perhaps he just isn't used to being a warrior just yet.
Backstory: TW: death, car accidents
Stonepelt was not always a clan cat. He was once a rouge by the name of Aeleus who lived by himself and a young kit by the name of Ienzo. While Aeleus had a reputation of helping out whoever he could, taking in strays into his den and providing shelter for those who needed it for the night, Ienzo has always been his priority. They were quite close in age, only a few moons apart, but Ienzo was much frailer than the stalwart Aeleus. Much of their time together was the larger cat protecting the smaller, fending off other rogues and stealing food. They kept to themselves but no matter how much food Aeleus brought Ienzo, the small kit never seemed to get any better. Deciding that the city was much to dangerous for two malnourished cats, Aeleus decided to take his chances in the forest. Holding Ienzo by the scruff of the kit's neck and a vague destination in mind, he began to walk. The city was big, however, and by the time Aeleus reached the road separating the city from the forest, he was exhausted and had moved Ienzo onto his back. Not having been aware, Aeleus missed the monster that was barreling towards them, jolted out of his exhausted stupor when his scruff was forcibly yanked away from the incoming danger. With only a nick against his hind paw and tail, Aeleus was mostly safe but in the ensuing incident, Ienzo had been thrown off his back and lay unmoving on the black road. Already understanding what had transpired, Aeleus silently moved Ienzo's still warm body off the road and towards the forest. With the help of the cat who had pulled him out of the way and saved his life, Aeleus dug out a grave for Ienzo. Later he would learn that the cat who saved him was none other than Emberstar. Feeling indebted to the leader and having no where else to go, he joined Burrclan and took up the name of Stonepaw and was apprenticed under the leader up until his mentor's death. He was assessed and given his warrior name shortly after Emberstar's death.

Other: On some level he does blame himself for Emberstar's death
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Posted: Sun, 02/05/2021 06:03 (4 Years ago)

The moment Lauriam stepped onto the train he was greeted with luxury. Opulence and decadence radiated with each step he took, furniture he didn't even know the names of filling carts twice the size of his house. Everything was just so. New. It almost made Lauriam hurl but he kept walking entering the buffet section of the train. In there it was piled high with a variety of foods and drinks all perfect and unblemished. It was almost scary how picturesque everything was, violent and unnatural. With a slight hesitance, Lauriam snatched a fruit that looked sort of like an orange. The skin was smooth and when he tried to peel the skin with his ragged nails, he found that it held fast. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he ungracefully sank his teeth into the fruit only to spit it back out as quickly as he could. Sweet, mild, and rich these extravagant flavors set his taste buds reeling. It was akin to honey, a luxury that he had only gotten to taste once before and Lauriam wondered if everything was supposed to taste this good.

Walking around the buffet table he felt his stomach roll when he noticed the meat was still red and slightly raw, left out in the open. Everything looked much more appetizing that what he was used to. Even the porridge, something that Lauriam made on the regular, was full of so many diffrent grains, herbs, and spices that it made his head spin. And very suddenly Lauriam wanted to get off this nightmare train if only because the extravagant show of wealth was making him sick to the stomach. With a lurch, Lauriam realized that the rolling of his stomach wasn't just his imagination. Hastily throwing the weird fruit into the trash, he booked it to the nearest bathroom.

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Posted: Sat, 01/05/2021 08:46 (4 Years ago)

The moment visitors were allowed to see him, Strelizia burst into the room face still slightly red from her illness. "Lauri what's going on?" She demanded, lip wobbling despite her firm tone. "Why didn't you tell me that you're a Ponderosa?"

Letting out a nervous laugh, Lauriam scratched the back of his head sheepishly. Whenever Strelizia got mad, she was arguably scarier that Lauriam himself. It was kind of terrifying how she could be the sweetest angel at one moment before verbally ripping someone to shreds. "It just... never came up? It doesn't really matter anyways." He finally answered, getting cold feet as Strelizia's glare only got harder.

"It sure matters now! You're going to die because of this!" She hissed and if Lauriam wasn't the target of this verbal lashing, he would have been proud at how his little sister was standing up for herself. But as it stood, it was probably one of the more scarier experiences

"I was going to die one way or another, I just know when I'm going to." Lauriam pointed out with a sigh, gently patting Strelizia's head. it hurt that Strelizia was so invested in keeping someone like him alive. He wasn't really worth the effort, he never had been. He was just a weird street rat who liked flowers a little bit too much. "I can't change this 'Litzie. I didn't ask to be born, much less from two people who don't care about me. The capital takes and it doesn't care who as long as long as blood is spilled. Life's unfair. Its the first lesson you learned." It didn't seem to placate her though as Lauriam got a punch to the stomach for his troubles. "'Litzie please. It's really not my fault." He wheezed, another complaint on his tongue before his sister suddenly hugged him. The two were never big on physical affection, hand holding and head pats with the occasional hair brushing was about the extent of it so Lauriam was rightfully stunned into silence.

Standing there slightly awkwardly as Strelizia refused to let go, hugging her brother with all her might (when did his slickly sister get so strong he wondered), Lauriam gently untied his sisters hair and began to comb it again with his fingers, tying them up in her signature low ponytails. "I'm going to miss you." She finally said, voice thick as she buried her head deeper into his ratty vest. "I'm also going to let the roses die first because you're a meanie. Lauriam only chuckled as he refreshed the Bird of Paradise flowers, retying them around her hair. He always did tell his sister that Roses were his favorite flowers. But Strelizia must be feeling somewhat better if she could make threats like that. The siblings were always a tad bit too violent to really be human.

"I know." He replied, untangling himself from the grip as a knock on the door signaled the end of their time together. "As long as you don't let the actually helpful plants die, you can go ahead and kill my whole life's work. My life's already gone anyways." With that little morbid ending, Lauriam gently pushed Strelzia out, waving as her yellowing gown disappeared down the hallway. As he was led towards the trains, Lauriam left behind the still warm body of Strelizia's older brother as he took the hand of his psychopomp, thorns wrapping around his non existent heart.

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Posted: Fri, 30/04/2021 23:34 (4 Years ago)

The sneer that crossed Lauriam's face was quick. Gone in an instant and replaced with a schooled expression, but the ugly emotions writhing in his chest were still present. To call the people who birthed him his parents would be a honor too great for them. "Unfortunately." He grunted, signaling the end of that particular conversation. As far as Lauriam was concerned the only family he had was Strelizia and even that was stretching it. There seemed to be two pairs of siblings in the games this year and it evoked another wave of bitter disgust. This game was hardly going to be fair would it. Already there were four people who were likely to work together and a potential former victor. It wouldn't be any fun to watch or play with cheaters like that. The tightness in his jaw loosed slightly as Lauriam forced himself to relax. Being openly hostile wouldn't earn him any points with the other tributes but he had already exhausted the other boy of all his information, not like he had much to begin with anyways. But he could still have his uses and he seemed sheltered enough since he mentioned dropping out of school. Partnering up with someone would increase his survival chances, but Lauriam wasn't naive to think that the other wouldn't backstab him the moment he could. It was every person for themself after all and he'd much rather dictate the terms of his death rather than leave it up to fate. "I envy you. Living your life without knowing that you're related to some capital hot shot and being normal. Must be nice not having to worry that you'll be scrutinized no matter what you do solely based on family name." He finally spoke after a moment of awkward silence following his curt words.

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Posted: Fri, 30/04/2021 06:41 (4 Years ago)

Well at least not giving a damn about this whole game was something that they had in common. Lauriam could admire that at least even if both of them were going to end up dead by the end of next week or sooner. Though the small talk was appreciated, it was kind of funny how the first question was what he was doing before. There were so many different answers to it but he chose the more honest route with a light bit of omission. After all, it wasn't like his profession gave anyone any leeway over him. Sure it could give hints to his powers, but he supposed that once interviews came around all cards would be on the table anyways so why not be a good friend and give this stranger a head start. "Ever heard of The Absent Silhouette?" He chanced, knowing that there wasn't many flower shops operating in the slum-ish areas of the city. But even with such a rare position, it was still the more ratty area that not many citizens dared to walk through so Lauriam really didn't have any expectations as to whether or not Suvansh knew of his shop. "It's a flower shop that I own. 's not much but it keeps the dead and the grieving happy." While most of his clientele did involve those who were lost or had lost (after all who had the money to spend of frivolous things as flowers when you barely had enough to spend for yourself) he sometimes did get more mundane "i want to get my significant others flowers for a cheap price" deals once in a while. It wasn't much business, but it was enough to keep himself and his sister fed. A humble if not sometimes hard existence. "Not what you expected out of a Victor Kid, huh. I bet you're just a goody two shoes who got pulled into this by your bootstraps. High school maybe?" He chanced, giving Suvansh a through once over.

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Posted: Fri, 30/04/2021 05:16 (4 Years ago)

Oh spunky shame that he was going to die. "I was more talking about the whole Victor Kid Fame thing so nope. First time getting reaped. Going to be my last time too." Lauriam said almost too cheerfully for this kind of situation. It was a bit disarming, seeing someone so unperturbed by his own inevitable death but having spent year after year unsure of when he was going to die, it was almost a relief for Lauriam to know that he had a definitive expiration date. He had spent all these years fearing when he was going to go but now that he knew, he felt almost calm. Yes he was going to leave behind the most important person in his life, but it felt cathartic in a sense, ridding himself of the one burden that he had tied himself to. But the plain boy's question did bring up a good question. Were previous victors also in the pool? If so, that would give other tributes a giant disadvantage. "You don't have to trust me on this, its just a speculation and a show of good will, but that girl who tried to escape? Face looked familiar and she wears nice clothes so I think she got reaped before." He didn't exactly keep up with the Hunger Games so he couldn't say for sure but every year the tributes were almost like celebrities, faces plastered everywhere and you couldn't escape it. Not even in the poor districts.

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Posted: Fri, 30/04/2021 04:19 (4 Years ago)

As the boys began to fill the stage, Lauriam could only keep a straight face in an attempt to not wrangle the capital mutts. It was sickening seeing all these young kids that he would be killed by. He wasn't about to roll over and let someone murder him but he was damn sure he wouldn't kill any of these young souls either. He was heartless, not a murderer. He only punched people his age or older.

It was hard watching the proceedings. He staunchly avoided Strelizia's confused gaze as he kept his eyes focused on glaring a hole in a peacekeeper's helmet. Eventually as the boys were called over, Lauriam was pushed back onto the side that Iris belonged to and grit his teeth at that. Whatever. If they wouldn't give him any respect then he wouldn't give them any either, he decided biting down on the growl that rose in his throat. Not here. Not now. Strelizia was still present and if anything befell her because of his actions, well. Lauriam could certainly forgive himself for it but it wouldn't be a pleasant experience. A dark haired boy who recently joined them up on stage seemed sallow and stunned as if he didn't expect to be called up. "First time?" He asked Suvansh almost sarcastically to the newcomer although it didn't contain his usual bite of malice. There would be time for making enemies later. Now was a time to learn about everyone and pick out weaknesses to exploit.

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Posted: Fri, 30/04/2021 01:59 (4 Years ago)

Gnashing his teeth as the peacekeeper's words turned out to be true and the reaping started, Lauriam stalked back into line, steadying Strelizia as she wobbled beside him. One by one the girls were getting called up, some even younger than his sister. It made his blood boil seeing so many young faces up there but it was all washed away at the next name announced.

"Iris Ponderosa "

A wash of murmurs spread across the crowd. Ponderosa? The Ponderosa family had a kid? Was she another child much too young to be reaped? The murmurs began to grow as no one stepped forward, the name repeated again after another awkward pause. This was exactly why Lauriam despised announcing his last name. With a sigh, he gently pried Strelizia's fingers away from their death grip on his sleeve replacing it with the worn medicine bottle. "Lauri?" She croaked, her earlier coughing fit having weakened her. He almost considered staying put, his worry over his sister and how no one would dare take care of her after learning of their identity. This was truly the worst case scenario but no matter how much he wanted to stay put, there were already peacekeeper's sent out to look for Iris. He couldn't hide for forever.

"Listen 'Litzie. I love you. No matter what. You remember where Auntie lives right? Go stay with her, okay? It's not safe where we live. Not any longer. Stay with auntie and remember that I love you so so much." He whispered, placating his sister's tired worrying as he pulled away. Strelizia was a smart girl, she would realize soon enough what was happening. Stepping out, he mockingly put his hands up when all eyes turned on him. Another round of murmurs went through as Lauriam sauntered to the stage. Was this Iris? Why was a victors daughter dressed in such ratty clothing? She certainly didn't look like a Ponderosa. Ignoring the whispers, Lauriam hopped up onto the stage and barred his teeth. "My name's Lauriam, not Iris. I'd appreciate it if I died with my own name." He announced before stalking over to the boy's side of the stage.

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Posted: Thu, 29/04/2021 09:13 (4 Years ago)

There was commotion by the entrance as Lauriam staunchly ignored them instead focused on soothing Strelitzia's coughing fits. They had become more frequent as of late, plaguing the young girl at different times of day. Once more, Lauriam was filled with vitriol for the parents that abandoned them, knowing that with winner savings, procuring actual medicine for Strelitzia would be no problem. His sister wouldn't even have the condition in the first place if his suspicious were right but for now all he could do is put lavender under her nose and feed her ginger. To anyone who dared look over at the siblings, Lauriam simply glared as he rubbed his sister's heaving back, letting her cough it out. It felt like a lifetime but in truth it was probably closer to 5 minutes of Strelitzia heaving as she fought to get her breathing under control. It was awful no matter how many times this has happened, the sallow parlor of her face never failing to send chills down his back. "We're going back home. I don't care what you say, you need to rest." He declared, scooping his sister into his arms. It was frightening how light she was, her frail body resting easily in his own scrawny arms. His heart only plummeted even further when all she could manage was a frantic shake of her head and a tight grip on his shirt, hair slipping out of the makeshift hair ties and sticking to her skin. Ignoring her adamant refusal, Lauriam marched back towards the exit, shouldering his way past other to-be tributes.

"And where do you think you're going?" One peacekeeper asked, stepping in front of Lauriam and refusing to budge. Snarling at the wall in front of him, he tried to go around but no matter what he did, his way was still no dice.

"You have eyes, don't you? Where does it look like I'm going." Lauriam sneered, holding his sister even closer. He didn't have time for any dilly dallying. The faster he got home, the faster he could start treating his sister.

Although the mask largely obscured the peacekeeper's face, Lauriam could still sense the disdain that rolled off the guardian's form as he made another attempt to side step the guard. "I don't get it. She's just another street rat. Better to end her suffering in the games than let her live on." Ignoring the red that flared over Lauriam's vision, the peacekeeper waved one had as if non-verbally pushing the seething boy back. "Regardless, the Reaping is starting soon. I'll let you out after if you're that desperate."

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Posted: Thu, 29/04/2021 02:20 (4 Years ago)

With both siblings having changed into the least ratty clothes they had, Lauriam gently took Strelizia's hand. As they were about to walk out, one of the strays came up to tangle her body in between the sibling's legs, meowing loudly. "Lauri, did you forget to feed the Chirithies again?" Strelizia giggled as she picked up the mewling kitten.

"I was going to do it later today..." Lauriam defended himself with a laugh but put down some cooked chicken from the night before into the kitten's bowls. He was way too weak for his sister's whims anyways. He also wouldn't admit it ever but the cats were growing on him, the twin animals reminding him a lot of himself and his sister. With the house pests fed and purring content with their lives, the siblings finally set out to the Reaping. While the Ponderosa name wasn't an exactly unknown name ever since his no good father won the games, Lauriam never made an effort to flaunt of his lineage. Certainly he never told Sterlizia about it, preferring to keep the only part of his life untainted by that man's influence far away from the pain the name carried. Keeping his hand in hers, Lauriam led Strelizia into the wealthier areas where signs of their poorer upbringing was more evident. There was a group of Peacekeepers slightly down the road with a girl and a young child so Lauriam steered clear of them keeping his sister close. While he could respect peacekeepers and their duties, it didn't mean that Lauriam had to like them. The stigma that poorer kids like him brought was enough for him to be wary of authority figures. It didn't help that when it was finally their time to be registered for the reaping, both siblings blood was taken a bit more forcefully than the rest, eliciting a pained little yip from Strelizia. "Hey!" Lauriam barked, shooting a glare at the unapologetic peacekeeper. "We're people too, asshole."

"It's not worth it Lauri. Let's just go." Strelizia hurriedly whimpered, pushing him into the reaping arena itself. Lauriam snarled one last time but allowed himself to be pushed away. "You really don't have to do that every time." She sighed once they were situated in a relatively less crowded area. "I can protect myself Lauri. I'm thirteen. When you were thirteen you already opened up shop."

How many times have they talked about this? Lauriam had honestly lost count but it was something their sibling refused to let go of. Stubbornness was an acquired trait after all. "This and that are different, 'Litzie. I'm not letting you go through what I went through and if that makes me overprotective, then so be it." You're already weak enough. As if to prove his unspoken argument, Strelizia muffled a cough into her sleeves, Lauriam frantically pulling out a well worn medicine bottle and uncapping the dented white cap. "See? You don't worry about yourself enough so someone has to." He chided lightly, gently rubbing his sisters back before pressing the home grown herbs into her hand.

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Posted: Wed, 28/04/2021 21:24 (4 Years ago)

Some people say that home is where the heart is. Lauriam didn't know if that was really true or not. After all, he didn't really have a heart. At least he didn't think he did. Preposterous, some might say. Because Lauriam was a kind young man, one who helped others readily and devoted his whole life to taking care of his sister. Because Lauriam could be seen, every morning at 7 on the dot with not a minute too early or a second too late, humming as he watered the plants displayed in his shop, each organism treated with care and love. Because everyone knew not to pick on Strelizia and if you do, you risk incurring the wrath of her overprotective brother as the scrawny boy would rip anyone who dared mess with his sister to shreds. Because Lauriam was a kind boy with a big heart. He would have to be, being the sole caretaker of a sickly girl two years his junior with no parents in sight. After all, their parents had abandoned them to live in the Capital. Everyone knew that it was the parents who didn't have a heart, not the perfect son that they had left behind. But Lauriam would still argue otherwise. The sins of the father were still the sins of the son.

To Lauriam, where home was is simple. Home is in a field of Bird of Paradise flowers, his sister standing amongst her namesake; laughing without a care in the world. Home was the smell of soil and earth, of cat fur as the twin stray cats that Strelizia had taken in began to shed. Again. Home was Strelizia. And Strelizia was home. It was that simple. But home was not were the heart was for Strelizia could not hold what did not exist. Given the chance, and he had been given them multiple times, he would have left her alone, wailing and crying in a dark alley just as their parents had done to him. Like father like son. For what reason did he stick by his sniveling and weak sister's side was a constant topic of thought for him. Perhaps it was because she had nothing in the world apart from him. Lauriam was the sole rock in her life, her protector. Or perhaps it was to satisfy his own twisted desire to be needed, to be wanted, to hold on to that right to still exist because what good is a child who couldn't do anything for anyone? But ultimately, the past is the past and Lauriam had risen above the hurdles life whacked him over the head with and he was now living comfortably, devoting most of his time now to teaching his sister less practical but still important lessons.

But even without a heart, Lauriam was content with his lot in life. He was as kind as he was cruel, his duality keeping other kids from picking on his family. After all, the area that he had lived in for so long wasn't exactly the kindest nor the safest. At least the housing was cheap. Like each morning, Lauriam woke up at 6, crawling out of bed with the rising of the sun. With half lidded eyes, he gently watered the plants living on his window sill, changing into more suitable attire for the day as he made sure that each plant got their needed moisture. After shaking his sister awake (who wouldn't be up for another hour but at this point it was just as much of a habit as it was tradition), Lauriam would heat up yesterday's leftovers before heading out to his shop at 7 sharp, humming as he began to water each plant with meticulous care. Greetings were given and received, shop keepers and shoppers alike giving their morning wishes to the familiar boy with dyed hair. The only difference today was the presence of the "Closed" sign, even as the flowers perked up after their morning watering. With a satisfied nod, Lauriam ducked back into the house, and knocked on Strelizia's door again. "'Litzie, no more '5 more minutes' we'll be late!" He called, plating up the earlier made breakfast. There was a muffled groan from the room before Strelizia finally stumbled out, hair mussed and eyes bleary.

"Laur, where?" She mumbled, nearly tripping over her feet as Luriam handed off her food.

Ruffling her hair, Lauriam led her sister to one of the chairs in the room, sitting her down as he began to run his fingers through her hair. "Reaping, remember? Its a Quarter Quell so we'll have to be careful. I don't know what the theme is this year." Pulling his sister's hair into low hanging pigtails, tying them off with Bird of Paradise stems that he plucked from the nearby plant. Strelizia hummed busy stuffing her cheeks with porridge. It was kind of adorable. With a smile, Lauriam ruffled his sisters hair, ignoring her sounds of complaint as he picked out the nicest clothes that she had to wear to the reaping.

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Posted: Wed, 28/04/2021 16:54 (4 Years ago)

Name: Lauriam Ponderosa
Character's appearance (use an image if desired): (x)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Status: Alive
Power: Graceful Delilah
In the most simplistic of terms, Lauriam has the power of Anthokinesis, or Floral Manipulation. His greatest strength is the mastery over flower petals and using said petals to help preform tasks or create replicas of objects. Replicated objects are still, in the end, flower petals so objects such as grenades will not actually work but for smaller scale things such as decorations, keys, clothing etc will still work as intended. Lauriam can harden and soften petals as needed, but this level of mastery is not passed onto other parts of a flower. Palynokinesis is another strength of his, although he can only spread pollen around a 5 foot radius and can't change the intrinsic properties of the pollen by very much. He can control every part of a flower, but to what degree. Well, it will depend on how much he practices with it wouldn't it
Was your character picked or volunteered: Picked
What did your character do for a living before the Hunger Games: Local Flowershop Owner, Homeschooling his younger sister
Anything extra:

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