Letting Go (Open)

Jameson let out a frustrated groan as his sister grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it taught against his neck. "But Valley, it'll be a short walk! Just a walk!" he protested, yanking the girl's hand off him. The boy from District Seven hated getting angry with anyone, but his sister had been getting clingier as the days went along. She looked so much like their mother it was almost scary, which made him hesitant to meet her gaze. Jamie couldn't ever get mad at his mother's eyes, ever. "What if they don't want the milk today?" she asked, knowing they wouldn't get any supper without the money from the cow's milk.

Running a hand through his caramel colored hair, Jameson shook his head. "They will, don't worry," he offered with a wide smile, giving her a small shove. "You can talk to people by yourself." His green eyes shone with truthfulness as he gave her a small wave, before breaking into a sprint. Jamie's sister didn't even have the chance to react before she was left at the market place, with her brother running towards the train station.

He had heard voices ever since nearing the tracks, seeing two figures coming into view. As Jameson neared the station, he could make out some of their conversation. It appeared that the girl needed some cheering up, which was in fact his specialty. Clearing his throat, Jamie interrupted, "Hate to be rude, but it appears you seem to be upset." Stepping out of the trees' shadows, the lean boy smiled softly at the two. He recognized them from somewhere, whether it was from walking around the district or from school, he didn't know. Jameson's soft green eyes flicked between the two of them before continuing. "Oh, I'm Jameson, 'cuse my lack of manners." 

Jameson watched the girl with a mixture of confusion and worry. He didn't know anything more than her name, but it was enough to make him well bad about it. Sadness was written all over her face, and transferred into her actions as she shivered and failed to return his grin. The coat on his back seemed to be weighted, and drag him down as the rain continued to fall.

Deciding to sit next to the girl, he felt the Earth's dampnes seeping into his jeans and shoes as he sat. "Sure, whatever works," Jameson replied, pulling his knees to his chest. The boy hadn't even been out in the open for that long, and the rain was already giving him chills. Listening to Preston talk, nodding slightly, he was mentally running lines he had used before through his head. Jamie was the guy everyone went to when they wanted a laugh, but he didn't think that would happen in this case.

Glancing at Greta, he silently slid off his coat and set it around her shoulders. "You seemed cold," Jameson said softly, deciding for the calmer approach. The situation reminded him vaguely of the time his mother told him about his father, and how he died a cruel death. Fair wasn't a decent word to describe their current society, but Jamie wanted Greta to feel like she could have a fair chance to explain what was causing her sadness.

Jameson admitted to himself, he was banking on a smile from his gesture, but received none. he then realized that whatever she was keeping harbored up in her mind, it was really beginning to drive her crazy. Greta's story didn't seem to disappoint. James' mind was fogging up with questions to ask, but he didn't want to over power her with more information. The look in her eyes was enough to tell him that she felt alone.  

Alone was a terrible place to be, not that Jameson knew much on the subject. He had always been by his sister, whom kept him constant company (even when he didn't want it). As he listened to Preston, he felt his eyes grow wider. Jamie had guessed the guy was older than him, but he spoke out words of wisdom like it was nothing. The boy knew he couldn't deliver that great of advice, even if he tried. "Well he was your father, you have a right to see the world in a different perspective now," he offered, remembering how he felt once his mother vividly explained how his father was killed and then cut up in the Hunger Games.

Scratching the back of his neck, James could've sworn he saw a small tear streak down Preston's face. He ignored it, guessing that it wouldn't be a great idea to point it out. "But, the world is kind of nice, I mean, you will always have some rainstorms, but there's rainbows to go along with them," Jamie said with a smile, turning his green eyes back at Greta.

Jameson hoped that she was feeling better, especially after seeing a small smile creep up onto her face. "Nah, it's better than the impression I usually give," he joked, a grin floating onto his features. "It usually goes like this," he cleared his throat. " 'Hello random citezen!', that's me, and then the person will go like, something like this : 'Don't you have something productive to do?' And then me again, 'No, not really,'" Jamie chuckled and ran a hang through his hair, realizing his new friends might be confused by his energetic nature. "I uh, talk a lot..."

James ran a hand over the curl near the top of his head and looked at the ground. Valley told him that they were opposites all the time, her being antisocial and him being over-social. Sometimes he thought being so bouncy wasn't what most people of district seven were looking for, but they needed it. Greta was just one case, where children had their parents ripped from them. They all needed to smile.  

"I'm sixteen too."

Jameson smiled as Greta squeezed his shoulders, happy to see her in a good mood. Her sudden giddiness was contagious, as he was soon laughing along with the girl. When he laughs, the boy's lips curbe into a wide grin, and the crinkles by his eyes are more evident. "No, you're so much better with words, Pres," James interrupted, glancing over at the seventeen year old. "I mean, I couldn't have come up with all those big words," he added, a cheeky grin floating it's way onto his face.

The boy tilted his head upwards, letting the rain drip on his face and steam down his neck, letting it cool him. He hadn't sat out in the rain in a while, but it was nice as far as almost freezing went. Jameson didn't really mind the rain though, he had friends here.

Jameson's face lit up at the mention of anything related to food. He noticed Greta shivering, and knew that drinking something warm would probably help. As the girl's figure rose up, he cast his green eyes over at Preston, seeing him stand as well. Rising to his feet, the boy stretched out his legs, which had fallen asleep as they sat.

"Yep, just trying to get feeling back in my legs, it'll just be a second," he called, beginning to start a small and slow hop to get the blood pumping to his legs again. After a few seconds, James' legs were back to normal. "Okay, let's go get warm again, I don't know about you, but I'm freeeezing!" He let out a chuckle, running to catch up with the other two. He ran a hand through his damp hair, wiping the excess on his pant legs. It was still raining slowly, but it was beginning to clear up.

occ: i'm so sorry for not posting sooner!

Jameson followed Greta and Preston to the small cafe, where they ordered and waited patiently. He smiled at the girl's question, deciding to let  the older boy to first. Pres's story scared him, hearing that he had parents that didn't care about him. Sure, not everyone was blessed with a good life, but that just sounded cruel.

Running a hand through his hair, James shrugged. "It's not much, really, I guess..." he said with a small laugh. "My mom and dad married young, like sixteen young. My dad was reaped before I was born, so I never knew him. I have an older sister named Valley, and my mom is coming down with something. I think it's serious, but she won't tell me." The boy exhaled, not knowing he had been holding his breath. His green eyes cast over the faces of his new friends, wondering what they would think. Most people gave him weird expressions when they learned his parents were young lovers, but Jameson didn't care. He loved his family, no matter what.