we ALL fall DOWN [open]

[DAHLIA WINTERS]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; background: #FFE4E1, bTable][atrb=style, background: #f79696; padding-top:7px;] i want the moon and the stars, i want the whole nine yards i want your hands on my hips i want you kissing my lips

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left:3px solid #f79696;width: 390px;] "And don't forget the gauze this time, young lady." Dahlia Winters rolled her eyes at her mentors words, throwing a quick I won't over her shoulder as she closed the door to the makeshift clinic behind her. Madame Rosa was such a worrywart, sometimes. Of course Dahlia wouldn't forget the gauze; she wasn't stupid even if she did forget it that one time when she first started to learn the ways of a healer. And even then that wasn't her fault! there hadn't even been any gauze to begin with, so how could she forget it? Wrinkling her nose in slight annoyance, Dahlia picked up her pace until she was practically speed walking down the street, her arms taunt at her sides and her fists clenched. The people she passed on the street gave her worried looks, but no one commented on it. They all knew what the date was today and they all knew where the young healer was going. Even the Peacekeepers kept their distance from the sixteen year old, not wanting to be on the receiving side of her temper because today was a day of mourning and celebration for Dahlia. Today was the late Ashton Branch's birthday and Dahlia was going to visit his "grave". Sniffing, she reached a hand up to rub at her eyes where she already knew tears were gathering before picking up her pace again to the point where she was running instead of just speed walking. She reached the graveyard where the dead of District 12 were buried quickly enough, her eyes raking up and down the rows of tombstones before they landed on the one that she was going to visit. Kneeling down in front of it, she brushed her fingers across the lettering, letting her tears fall freely this time as her shoulders shook with uncontrollable sobs. She couldn't help it, really. Every year on this day and the day that he died, she always broke down and spent the entire day in front of his gravestone, wishing that he hadn't given himself up in her place for the stupid Hunger Games; wishing that her name hadn't even been called. Wishing that the stupid Hunger Games had never been created. Sniffing, she brought her hands up and buried her face in her hands, the stupid tears falling harder than they had before. She was so caught up in her crying that she didn't even notice when someone had wandered up to her.

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[Camellia Dawson]

☇ not your every day circumstance

the elephant sharing peanuts with the rats

Camellia Rose Dawson knew what day it was. How could she forget? Everyone in District 12 pretty much knew about it, but it weighed much heavier in Camellia's heart than anyone else. A close friend of hers once had a lover. They were really very cute together. Camellia had thought they would be one of those once in a lifetime couples that were just plain meant to be. But as it turned out, it wasn't meant to be. Ashton Branch was his name. He had sacrificed himself in the Hunger Games in Dahlia's stead. Surely that was the greatest sign that it was true love. But he was forever gone.

No matter how hard Camellia tried, there wasn't much she could do for her friend. She was so wound up with her own shattered life that she couldn't possibly hope to put the pieces of her broken heart together. She wished she had the ability to do more, but she was no superwoman. However, she did remember this day.

For a while, she had been gathering flowers from the wild. She did like selling them but she wouldn't for this special occasion. She had put together a bouquet of flowers. A set for Ashton and the rest for her deceased family. And she was on her way to District 12's graveyard where all of the dead were buried. Camellia wasn't necessarily presentable, in fact she was far from it. Her skinny self was dirty and her clothes were worn out, but she couldn't really help that. She had left her cap at home because she didn't think it was respectable of her to wear it.

Camellia arrived at the graveyard to see that Dahlia was already there. And it looked as if she were crying. Camellia's heart reached out for her and she walked up behind the girl. She tried to smile for her sake.

"Hey, Dahlia."

notes: awwww <3!

lyrics: by a fine frenzy | template: by magic of OTE

[DAHLIA WINTERS]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; background: #FFE4E1, bTable][atrb=style, background: #f79696; padding-top:7px;] i want the moon and the stars, i want the whole nine yards i want your hands on my hips i want you kissing my lips

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left:3px solid #f79696;width: 390px;] "Hey, Dahlia." Dahlia stiffened for a second, her mind trying to process the person who had spoken. It took her a second by she finally figured out that it was Camellia Dawson, one of her close friends and sniffing again, she wiped the tears from her eyes before turning and smiling up at the brunette. "Hello, Camellia," she said, her voice hoarse and her smile shaky. "What are you doing here?" Behind the sorrow in her voice, there was a hint of curiosity. Camellia was usually out hunting at this time of day and yet here she was at the graveyard, two bundles of brightly colored flowers held in her hands. To say that Dahlia was curious would be an understatement. She wiped again at her eyes, the tears soaking the sleeves of her shirt but she didn't particularly care about that. It wasn't even one of her best shirts and was already stained with herbs and other things that came with being a healer, but she knew that if Ashton was still alive he wouldn't really care about the fact that she hadn't dressed up. He was always complaining about how formal clothing was too stiff and made him feel like someone from the Capitol, which only made The Reaping a lot worse, since everyone had to look their best. He had even gone so far as to say that Dahlia looked better in casual clothing then formal clothing, which made her look like some doll. Which she was very much not as everyone knew, really. It took a lot to make her cry, usually, except on certain days.

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[Camellia Dawson]

☇ not your every day circumstance

the elephant sharing peanuts with the rats

"What do you mean what am I doing here?"

Camellia looked down at her friend with a mock look of surprise. At this time of day, Camellia would have been hunting or harvesting. She would have many disappointed customers at the end of the day. But she felt as if this was more important than that, even though I'd be landing a heavy blow.

Dahlia was so sad, all Camellia wanted to do was put a smile on her face. Dahlia was a very pretty name for a very pretty girl, and natural, too. They were both named after flowers. And of course, being the Mayor's daughter, was basically the most popular girl in the District. Everyone respected her and many people loved her. What was there not to love?

Camellia knelt down at the grave and placed one of the bouquets over Ashton's grave. The graveyard all in itself was a very dreadful place, but when it was filled with flowers, it didn't look so bad then. However, it was very hard for anyone to maintain the graveyard with so many other worries filling up your mind on a daily basis. Camellia smiled gently.

"I'm here to pay my respects to Ashton," she said, "and my family as well. How are you?"

notes: awwww <3!

lyrics: by a fine frenzy | template: by magic of OTE