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Post by Jasmin Forte on Sept 8, 2015 2:31:59 GMT
Jasmin had very little time to be Jasmin nowadays. Today marked a well-awaited turning point in the war. The odds had shifted; Thirteen had taken on a new ally - a militant squad gone rogue in the most prestigious, stringent heart of the Capitol.
It turned heads - how could this have not been nipped in the bud earlier? It raised question - if the militia was rethinking their loyalties, what did that say about the Capitol?
And more importantly to the worn out house full of soldiers and medics, it meant for celebration. At one point, that would call for copious amounts of alcohol that the Commander would politely overlook, but leisure came in short supply. Scarcity had reared its ugly head.
But tonight? Tonight, they would feast on the pre-packaged foods delivered from their Capitol allies, alongside the bruised fruits and vegetables the Districts donated. Their stew would not be watery and tasteless, but would reflect their rediscovered hope. It would be hearty - not made with the discarded fat and day-old grease from the small game delivered.
So Jasmin took the opportunity to prance off to the empty bedroom, where she'd been seated cross-legged on the dusty floor, hidden snugly among her old blankets behind a messy stack of luggage, along with three dressers with numerous drawers, stacked with varying amounts of neatness.
She reclined against the wall, her hair out of its ever-present, uniform bun for the first time in weeks, hanging like a curtain over her shoulders, with as much curl and disarray as the ocean's waves. She was dressed down in a faded gray tank top that wore like a warm second skin. A blanket was wrapped over her shoulders in case someone were to step in, as she wasn't all that keen on flashing any old (or new) bruises and scars.
There was no cigarette grazing the space between her index and middle finger, or a bottle tipped against the wall to her right.
All she had was a letter folded into her shirt, smudged and crumpled from man-handling time and time again.
Her sister was pregnant. Pregnant! That was the last thing she'd anticipated.
She kept the letter close to her heart and her dreamy gaze a universe away, trying to piece together what would come of the baby and her family.
All she knew for sure was that the child would be loved so strongly, and that was enough to soothe her. For now.
A heavy yawn escaped her as she scanned the room. All the hubub was taking place in every room but this one. Its compact size was a turn-away for the buzzing crew.
She just sat back and marveled at the quiet, listening to the waves lap against the shore less than a mile off. She wanted dearly to escape into it, but she couldn't leave. Not even for a moment.
(Temporary hiatus on the AU for now if you'd like, to make replying easier? Let me know xx)
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Aug 3, 2015 20:33:19 GMT
Two sets of foot prints dusted the ground. Two sets of boots knocked against the fine grains of wasted, depleted soil. Whush, whush - the rhythmatic clap was heart-achingly familiar to the owners of the heavy boots.
Two girls shared a single cigarette, handing it back and forth.
Jasmin accepted the nubbin of a crudely rolled cigarette and gave a smokey, dragon smile as she exhaled the first breath of toxins, and then passed it back.
"You doin' okay now? Got ya' out in the lick of time, eh?" Delainey praised with little audible concern.
"Yeah," Jasmin replied slowly. Her lips felt numb. She was not doing okay. Not by most standards. But by her own?
Just peachy.
"Cool. Good to know," Delainey replied tenderly. "You haven't had one of them seizures in awhile." She licked her lips, the thick layer of smoke singing her tongue with an unpleasant, sour flavor.
"I dunno what happened," Jasmin admitted, deliberating. Was she straining herself? Was it the heat? What about stress? Regardless, she had to find a cure for her fits of semi-consciousness. A person of her ranking wouldn't be deemed fit to lead if he or she had epileptic fits.
Delainey knew that. She dragged her out of the kitchen, swearing up and down about heat exhaustion, just as the Commander's eyes blanked and her head lolled against the table. She always got to her in time.
She knew there was nobody that could lead quite like Jasmin. There was nobody that could understand her men the way she did.
Jasmin thought of it as a probable excuse to get out of the house, but a minuscule part of her had inferred the truth: Delainey cared. She kept that in the back of her mind so it wouldn't escape her mouth impulsively one day.
"Hm," Delainey grunted offhandedly, signaling that the topic could be dropped. She dropped the cigarette and smashed it with the steel toe of her scuffed auburn boot.
"I'm heading off to let you.. you know, walk. Chill. Potentially be shot. Whatever," She added over her shoulder, as she was already walking away.
Jasmin clucked her tongue at her in return, and lifted her cool hand to her mouth to feel around for any sensation in her lips. She didn't much remember seizures, and she didn't care to. The aftershock was uncomfortable, but not debilitating or incredibly worrisome.
She'd never expected to even survive the first war with all of her limbs functioning, so seizures weren't something to fret about. Not to her.
She headed off into the musky, dry sea of forgotten land that was District Four with as much bounce as she had back when it was vivacious and springing with citizens, her gun drawn, the safety possibly on, but probably not, and her eyes glowing and watchful, ready for anything.
Hopefully.
She cocked her ear toward the woods to listen, but she could never really tell if the sounds were spurts of wind catching the bare branches, or an enemy that made a hasty step and ended up rustling the branches.
She lifted her gun in anticipation. Just in case. She couldn't lose her head. Not now - literally or figuratively.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 21, 2015 23:17:00 GMT
"I've missed you too," Jasmin agreed solemnly, and gave another wide smile before rolling her shoulders a bit to disentangle the two. She liked affection in small, sporadic doses, but she'd seen enough of it for months. She had a puppy-eyed soldier with a drinking problem and a whole lot of baggage to thank for that. "We should go sit. 'M starving. Really -- the food sucks back home," She didn't scowl or wrinkle her little nose. It was something she'd accepted. Being in impoverished areas was not something she wasn't accustomed to this far into her military career. "I have so much to tell you." She chirped, a little overwhelmed by it all. She had told herself that the celebrity family that were the Stones was an off limits topic. She would not ask about Felix, or Hal, or Jensen. Jewel Carver
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 19, 2015 19:17:41 GMT
Jasmin raised her brows, not at all expectant, but hoping, praying she'd shoved the ghost of his self-loathing out through his physical body with her words alone. She had a way of calming people down, but not in the warm, pleasant way most expected.
But it seemed that words were not enough.
She felt his hand to slip to her jaw, and before she could question or snap at him to mind his personal space, she felt a body press taut to hers. And then a pair of lips upon hers.
She wanted to slam her knee into his groin more because he had the nerve to further invade her space rather than because of disgust. She'd had worse moments in her life.
He was warm and as helpless as a puppy, but much too firm with the placement of his hands, so she had to end it before he did something he'd truly regret. If his hand wandered south of her waist, she would have no mercy on his testicles.
But she didn't freeze like she'd expected herself to. She had the plan all laid out.
The kiss was less invasive than she expected, coming from him. If this was how he sought out comfort, boy was he a lucky lad. There were plenty of people seeking the same comfort.
But not the Commander. She felt like the life was being squeezed out of her. His grip was not rough or forceful, but it felt like she couldn't breathe.
Jasmin slowly pulled away, her mental plan abandoned as she slammed a palm into his shoulder to force a few inches of space between them.
Her lips were numb. She opened her mouth to speak, but her air was cut off by a short, quiet cough. 'You don't have time to catch your breath,' She thought warningly, and the girl straightened in response, sizing the boy up.
"I suggest you learn the concept of personal space. I may not be so friendly next time," Her voice remained steady, but her throat was fighting to force in enough air. It was as uphill of a battle as any she'd been in during her time in the military.
Her tone made it transparent that she hadn't taken his kiss as an assault or threat. It made it transparent that while she was not angry, she was not going to forget this.
"I suggest you get yourself a glass of water an' head on to sleep before you dig yourself any deeper into your self-loathin' pit." She said, like they were her parting words, but she held up her finger in a very blank, stoney 'wait here' gesture. She couldn't really step back without him giving up his grip on her. The power was in her hands to wiggle out of his arms, but she wanted him to take this step to make sure they were seeing eye-to-eye now.
She couldn't have him staggering around and ensnaring unsuspecting soldiers in his arms out of drunken depression.
And she definitely needed that trip to the bathroom herself, but not for a cup of water. For something far less refreshing.
She would dry heave for a few minutes, soak her hands under the cool stream of water until she couldn't feel them, and avoid taking up her old habit of pounding holes into the wall behind a large, crooked picture frame with her fist.
You could only force your fist through a wall so often without being discovered, and with it being so late at night, she didn't want to risk the noise. Or the cleanly state of her knuckles.
Or the balance between anguished and cut off she'd found.
Definitely not that.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 18, 2015 23:38:53 GMT
Jasmin adjusted her sunglasses, and tipped them upward a bit to peer at Jewel. She had to see her clearly. She was as poised and as pained as ever.
"Hello, stranger," She cracked a signature piss and@jewelcarver vinegar Jasmin kind of grin. She had aged finely, but she looked to be far beyond the age of seventeen. Little divets of worry had formed between her brows that were enunciated with every smile or frown, and her face was bronzed over from the unforgiving District Four sun. She was all lean muscle and rough edges, but there was a very authoritative air about her that had never been apparent before this.
She stood tall; and although her hair was in an eclectic sort of style, it was all very tidy and well-kept. The war had chiseled a fine leader out of the woman.
Regardless of all the change, her eyes were still the same, but warmer. They were deep and dreamy and still sharp as a cat's, but they held a glimmer of friendliness. She had insight she had never expected to gain. And it changed her.
Surprisingly, Jasmin went in for a hug first, her strong arms squeezing her like old times. "Good to see you." She whispered, and pulled away to gauge her reaction, hands still gripping her shoulders.
Jewel was graceful and elegant. It made her deadliness all the more cut-throat. She could not only kill a man, but she could kill one with a finely sharpened eyeliner pencil, or maybe the heel of a shoe. Jasmin liked to consider all those possibilities. She liked to think about how well off her friend was, and how relieved she was to see her childhood friend out of combat.
The Capitol armies were much more swanky compared to the bedless, stifling hot, resource-deprived stations in the Districts, but that did not mean that she'd suffer less than her own people in the end. They all bled the same blood.
This was not a war that would ruin her friendships.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 18, 2015 5:54:44 GMT
Apple nearly protested when she felt his hand grip hers, but her eyes widened as she noticed the urgency in his movements. She had been close enough that the ground down, bald tires rolling on down the pavement left her feet vibrating.
And then she was back on the stoop of a sidewalk, and mashed against Raiden's chest. He was warm. He smelled a little weedy, a little masculine, and a little like fabric softener. It was a nice combination. Easy on the nose.
She felt her face warm, but a flush didn't spread over her cheeks. She wasn't much of a blusher, but the quirky little drop out boy she'd become a companion of sure was.
"Oh my God-" She waved her hands at him, unable to croak out an apology, but the intention was clear. "I am SO in my own little world. Thanks." She said warmly, flashing a smile: the first full-fledged one she'd offered him. It was a little wobbly from her embarrassment, but a smile was a smile was a smile.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 17, 2015 3:52:48 GMT
Apple's eyes crinkled a bit at the corners as she watched his gaze wander over her. 'He's checking me out -- I think. He isn't really looking at my boobs or anything... weird,' She thought with faraway wonder.
"That's oh-kay with me. And I'ma senior. Most people think Jas is the eldest, but nope. That's me," She explained. She was close enough to comfortable that she didn't have an urge to babble on and on about nothing at all, and far enough not to move closer to him or hold his gaze for too long.
Maybe Jasmin was right. Maybe you couldn't rightfully associate 'drug dealer' with 'bad person' without looking deeper into the situation.
She recognized his name more than his face, but any firm details about him had since slipped her mind. 'What can you not talk about with a drug dealer? Do I ask about it? Or, like, ask him how he likes it? Compliment his smile? Well, that totally isn't a conversation starter,' She thought, looking deep in thought as they walked. She was oblivious to everything.
She was one to cross streets without thinking or looking. She was accidentally reckless in a number of ways. And she was about to cross the intersection without looking.
Again.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 16, 2015 0:42:05 GMT
Apple took a deep breath as her and the strange, strange boy with an even stranger brother escorted her to get a milkshake. She'd been avoiding any steady eye contact, but once he turned to her with a questioning glimmer in his eyes and put the power of where they went in her hands, it was impossible.
He was not someone you could easily ignore.
She met his gaze, posture a bit hunched and bubblegum lips pursed as she considered. After a moment, she replied: "surprise me," bouncily, like he was impressing her.
But her expression fell flat quickly. She wasn't great with men. Both her and her sister had been given the awful gift of a deadbeat father: and it just kept on giving.
Jasmin never saw hers. Apple saw hers too often. The girls were close to opposites, but they were inseparable. They bailed each other out of tense situations and had managed to keep some of their teenage innocence along the way.
Nothing could break their spirits.
Apple walked alongside Raiden, their pace staggering as she waited for him to pick a place. She really didn't mind. She loved surprises.
"Really... I don't mind. I like surprises," So she said it. She had no real reason to, but it felt okay to spill to him. Better than okay, actually.
It felt right.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 12, 2015 22:13:40 GMT
A look of confliction washed over Apple's face as Raiden brought up the possibility of a date at the present time. She'd need awhile to decide. A week. Three years.
She felt fingers squeeze hers, and when she looked down with a complaint on the tip of her tongue, she was pleasantly surprised to see that the hand had five beautifully painted gray nails.
Jasmin.
She did a double-take, and when she looked back up, she found the same girlish smile, and her sister nodded once encouragingly. "You down have ta' go," She whispered, "but he's real nice an' you're away from your dad longer," It was meant for their ears only, but with the brothers in such close proximity, whispering was about as useless as Raiden's pick-up lines.
Her sister only released Apple's hand when the boy spoke again, and Jasmin could tell that her sister was sold.
You could read it in her expression. Jasmin was not clairvoyant by any means, and her sister was a tricky, complicated labyrinth of hidden emotions.
This was an oddity, her being so upfront with her emotions.
"Okay," She agreed, a squeak in her voice, "Hell yeah." And then softly, "I'd like that." She shifted her weight onto her heels, and then her toes, and then her heels again before finally gathering the courage to close the distance between them so he could lead her to his eatery of choice.
Jasmin was left with the older, darker brother. Really, they were two strange little peas in a cozy pod, but it didn't make their interaction any less abrupt. "You wanna get out of here before we raise suspicion?" It wasn't a come-on, but Harley would know that. People expected her to be something of a harlot, and all because most of her friends were male.
Even her own sister thought of her as someone promiscuous. She pressed her lips together to chase away the thoughts of self-loathing.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 7, 2015 19:52:17 GMT
Apple didn't enjoy the tense nature of their trade-off. If weed made you so very calm (or so her sister hymned and hawed whenever the blonde lectured her on it), it was a whole sly, suspicious, and grabby process. It seemed ironic to the blonde.
Jasmin took the baggy with a wink at the brothers -- something her half-sister would sometimes consider a come-on, although it was truly just her quirky gesture of thanks, and nothing more.
The blonde folded her arms tighter into her chest when Raiden leaned in and shied her face away, but before she could voice her discomfort, he spit out the cheesy pick-up line.
She felt her face warm, and a smile betray her lips. The girl turned away so he couldn't see her reddened cheeks, or her pearly white set of teeth.
"Oh, but my sister ain't a client. She doesn't like this kinda thing--" Jasmin jumped on the opportunity to shine some happiness over her scorned little sister.
"... She told me we were getting milkshakes," Apple admitted as she turned to face them, brushing her hair out of her eyes to shake the lingering flecks of laughter from her sharp face.
And then she looked to Jasmin with questioning eyes. "Are we still gettin' milkshakes?" She asked with floundering hope.
Her sister rolled her eyes. She wasn't one to go back on her word. "Yeah, yeah," She soothed.
"Oh -- and my name," Apple had almost forgotten. "'S Apple. Really," She expected a skeptic response; quirked brow, hearty beat of laughter...
"We've got weird parents," Jasmin said with an almost undetectable squint. 'Weird' was an understatement. Their parents were lonely, abusive, and far too crafty for the two girls to go out and tell anybody about it.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 6, 2015 21:57:16 GMT
Bliss x Eve was my second choice, though
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 6, 2015 15:37:13 GMT
"No, you don't care for me," Jasmin agreed, watching him stagger and moan in pain woefully, "but you gotta deal with the fact that I won't let you hurt while you're here. We can't win a war with bumblin' drunks with guns and a whole lotta sadness--"
She spoke more for his benefit than her own. If she could draw his attention toward her, she could snatch the bottle away, lead him outside, dump a bucket of frigid ocean water over his head to sober him up and be done with it.
Her hand reached out, straying from the direction of the bottle, and rested on the flat of his mid-back. It rubbed small, consistent, soothing circles against his skin.
"Calm down. Things'll get easier. I'm sayin' this as a person, and not your Commander," She whispered like this was between them, and them only, but nobody was within earshot that was nosey (or ballsy) enough to eavesdrop. It just made the statement more genuine, even though she'd said it a dozen times in a dozen different ways.
It was true. She was living proof.
She looked up at him with eyes so naturally intense they could make the ground shake, but now, they were watery and hooded and infinitely warmer, but still losing no trace of the icy coolness.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 6, 2015 15:23:30 GMT
"Pleasure to see y'all two," Jasmin chirped, hand moving to her bag (slowly) to have them see she was not going for a stashed firearm.
She was so often full of stories and awful, awful jokes that it was not difficult to peel away the badly glued mask away and see that she was struggling.
"I woulda told you, I really would have, but she's fine. She's my sis-"
"I'm her half-sister, and I'm not gonna rat any of you out, no matter how much this wigs me out." She said with weak diffidence. Apple rubbed down the sleeve of her long sleeved, boat neck shirt. It was of a similar shade as her nails, but much darker. Perhaps a fuschia.
It made her porcelain skin look that much paler, and her eyes endless and blue enough to see through somebody.
"What she said," Jasmin agreed, and offered the wad of fives with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. She'd expected utter silence from the light to her dark, and while Apple was having the bejeezus scared out of her, she was impressed with her dialogue, and her smooth, silent expression set upon her made that clear to her darling sister, who could read her vague expressions like a picture book.
--
Since silence had swallowed them up, Apple had crawled away into her shell. The smiling, mouthy one was watching from the corner of his eye. Or maybe he was leering.
She didn't suspect that Raiden was disrespectful, but like she'd been taught by her paranoid-delusional father, she removed her gaze from his direction in general and bat her long, dark lashes to draw herself out of the stupor.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 6, 2015 6:13:22 GMT
Darkness had fallen, and so had her professional barriers. That was a fault of hers, sleepiness. It made her voice lower and her conversational skills nonexistant: little eye contact, hands smoothed back in her limp, perishing bun..
Nobody really seemed to take note of that. It was a normal occurence. With so little resources and even slimmer amounts of strength left in the dilipidated, original band of soldiers, it was not uncommon to let the little things slide.
" 'xuse me, Rollins," Jasmin said, clearing her parched throat to imply her apologies, "I've gotta head to bed. Anyone can finish the game for me." Checkers was a favorite pasttime of theirs at their sandy little hole of a base.
She left her red pieces stacked in a dumpy pile. "None of y'all let Simmons play. She'll break my winnin' streak." The Commander winked her clumsy, doting little wink and saw herself out.
Her room was occupied solely by her original soldiers. She was roomed with five others, and they were snug as bugs in a rug -- a real rug too, as bugs had invaded their old beds and they'd been tossed since then.
She hoped no actual buga were comfy cozy in the worn rug.
She headed down the dimly lit hallway, straight ahead toward the bathroom, but at the last minute, she had to make a mad dash to toe the wall so the man in front of her wouldn't barrel right into her.
'What is that sm -- whiskey. Fuckin' aye,' She echoed her last thoughts aloud "fucking aye, Airron," She cursed and mumbled, her hand grasping at the untouched portion lf the bottle's neck to try and coax it away from him.
It had been difficult enough to wean herself off the stomach warming drink for a good while, and she would not see one of her own fall to addiction.
"You can't have that," She whispered with urgency, "hand it or I will write you up." As much as she was disgusted with writing shots, she was disgusted more so by being ignored. Her word was law.
She didn't quite like that idea, but it was part of her job requirements she'd read in the fine print: discipline referrals must be written with any case of disobedience, and any unreported incidents we become aware of will result in a shock quota.
Her eyes gazed up at him, amber and touched with the threat of pale spring leaves after the dead winter months. Worry gleamed in them, and anyone could say this outright: Miss Forte was no liar, and her eyes never betrayed her when it came to projecting her thoughts, emotions, and reactions.
He reeked of booze, and she hoped silently that he wouldn't collapse if she tugged at the bottle and squashed her like a flea.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 6, 2015 0:44:44 GMT
Jasmin had a problem. She did. Anybody that was willing to meet at a shady, secluded part of the local park for a few joints was crazy! At least, that's what Apple believed.
She was willing to do almost anything to keep out of her house; to keep her psyche from cracking like an egg.
She saw drugs as useless and expensive, and it was transparent that Jasmin did not have the cash to toss around. She had no car, and her house was run down and smack dab in a drug area. Others may not have the keen sense of awareness, but she did.
And Apple did not like this. Not one bit.
"Uhm, so... like, these guys have graduated? That's hella shady, Jassy," Apple said timidlty, scratching at her cotton textured hair with her oval, pastel pink acrylics.
"Delainey knows them, and they ain't kidnapped her yet!" It was Jasmin that was upbeat for once. She was craving this relief after being given an earful from her drunk, bellicose mother earlier that day.
Apple knew that the chances of them being hurt by the brothers were slim, but she was born with a knitted brow and a worried expression carved into her marble face.
As they approached the tree (which Jasmin noted jokingly that it was shady, but her sister wanted no part in her lame tree puns), the blonde straightened and neared her rough, dark-haired, pink lipped sister.
'I won't look scared. I will not look scared,' She preached internally, and wove a hand through her hair to smooth it down. Preening always made other girls appear more capable.
She just looked on edge, and her glossy, icecap eyes showed it.
"Aye, Raiden!" Jasmin called, and headed toward the pair with a tight smile. She didn't want small talk -- she wanted the pot, and then she wanted out.
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