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Jayzee Churchill

Jayzee was sitting at the top of the trapeze with a huge cookie in her mouth and like everyone else she was dreading the day of the Callings. It was coming soon and even though the circus had no actual working phones, a messenger would still come and give a letter. There was no escaping it and even if you weren't taken in the mission you were still forced into watching the game on TV because they would interrupt every show and every radio to make the whole game world widely public.
"Monkey! Get down from there! It's time to practice!" called on of the performers, her partner actually.
"Yeah yeah! I'm comin'!" she climbed down the main pole of the large tent and went to join her buddy.
"You're not the only one thinking about it," said her buddy, "we're all thinking."

Penumbra Polijin

I layed on the bed, resting my head on this sorry excuse for a pillow, all the while hearing banging and mumbling down stairs. We had a phone and a door bell. I hated all of them. I sat up and went to get changed in to something other than my pagamas. My stomach rumbled and I went across the tiny room to the door handle and went down staira, now making out what my uncle was mumbling. "Got to...... more liquor....." Damn, the only person I would actually wish the callings on couldn't even be sober to watch them. Not that I wanted to watch them, he could atleast show a lttle more respect. I went into the kitchen, ignoring him on the couch, holding an empty Dry Ginn pint in his hands as if it were a baby. Well it was his baby. I got out something to snack on and ran back upsatirs when uncle called out, "Come..... give.... me a....kiss!" I slammed the door and went back to my bed. Wow. How did he get the liquor if he had no money?

Arms pulled up around her and irritable, Vi came out of the house into the cold Montana morning. Out of habit, she peered into the small mail-box beside the door and saw instead of the bare metal at the back of the box, a large dark mass. She reached inside and pulled out a hard, angular package which appeared to have undergone several mistreatments on it's journey to her and with a small smile she recognised her father's handwriting. In one corner, partially obscured by deep creases, was the name Ludwig van Beethoven. Gone were the days when she had resented the soft-edged, perpetually smiling contentedness shared by her parents and the limited correspondence they kept left her feeling warm.
But at the same time, her shoulders drooped and her breath escaped her in one great sigh. Every year she spent in Montana, her trepidation in the days leading up to the Callings grew worse, like someone who frets so much about a medical procedure that they make themselves physically sick. She tucked the parcel into her coat and hurried to work.

Tsubame awoke, breathing heavily. God, I hate dreaming about that day. She rolled over, just to make sure. Her window was closed. She started to hyperventilate. Have... to get that... open
She stumbled over to the window, trying her best to take deep breaths. She grabbed the sill and missed, falling to the floor. Dragging herself up, Tsubame used all her might to push the sill up. Finally. She sucked in a few deep breaths and sighed heavily. She hated having cleisiophobia, but what could she do? Overcoming it was not an option, it was too hard. Tsubame breathed deeply again. She turned to the chair by her bed and picked up her purse. Time to get ready for work. I can't believe I agreed to work longer for the same amount of money. God, I hate my boss.

Jayzee Chruchill

The only thing that Jayzee thought was better than the abolishing of the Calls was training. It was the one time int he day when everyone was together and could be laughing and practicing under the large tent of the circus. The clowns were practicing the exaggerated mimes, the janglers were warming up and Jayzee was working with the acrobats on the swings. This year she was doing a show with her partner and it was going to be played in a more comic way than the one they did last year which was a sad love story. This time it was just two idiots playing around with a swing.
"Careful Monkey! You're not tightening your body!" warned the director of the circus, a great guy, really, and a very loving man who was always being cautious.

Around noon, when practice was over and it was time for the small animal show practice to take place all, clowns, acrobats and performers had to leave the inside of the tent so that the animals could go in. The good thing about this circus was that there were no lions or elephants or anything like that. There were a few dogs and cats, two horses, four monkeys and a lot of birds, and we took care of all of them with love. Jayzee actually named one of the monkeys and is the one in charge of caring for him, Juju.
"Have you seen Juju doing his show?" Jayzee's partner, Keith, asked.
"Of course I have, but he shouldn't always rely on me always being there," Jayzee said, and she was right even though she loved like monkey like her son and was dying to go watch him practice.

((Hey Im really sorry for not posting I got into a major car accident and broke my right arm and leg but ill try to start posting daily again!))

Penumbra Polijin

I hugged my knees, and and rested my head against my wall. I glanced outside the window, knowing all i'll see were people lugging things aroung and dead grass with contaminated water. My black curly hair blocking out some of it as it swept over my eyes. I stood up finally, couldn't take being halled up in this tiny room, big enough to only hold a single bed and a armoir. I opened the door, uncle past out on the couch. Again.I snuck to the front door, well I knew it wouldn't wake him. Nothing could. If the house was on fire and he was burning alive he say turn on the air conditioner. I shut the door with another squeak and walked down the street, seeing one of my old friends Polly gardening her tomates. I didn't want to talk though. Plus her blonde hair seemed to be having clumps of mud and bits of food in it. So I keept walking, all of the people in the houses crumpled up in fear of being called. The goverment had no rigt what so ever to be calling people and say something like, "Kill this person or you die, but you still might die if you try to kill that person." It was all so messed up.

Jayzee Churchill

Every word spoken from that announcement made every bone in her body shiver. Just the voice from those stuck up rich folk hidden behind veils of so called justice, it just drove her crazy thinking about it. They called these games and found them entertaining, but ever person living in the world with no sort of protection feared this very day and feared picking up their phones or crossing someone on the street.
Jayzee hated this moment because it was when everyone in the circus gathered together in one of the trailers and they all waited to see if any would get a call. It was a moment where no one spoke and no one moved, all they did was smoke or stare or just close their eyes and pray for the best to come.

Penumbra Polijin

The announcement came on and my body shook. I sat on the step, not moving my body. Praying that no one would come across me. But some one did, a man with a big lomng trench coat came up to me, his hand holding a letter. "Penumbra?" He asked. I almsot shook my head but he already knew the truth. "Yes." I croaked. "This is for you." He handed the letter to me and walked off in a big hurry, disapearing behind the block. My eyes were already full of tears. I knew what was in the envolope. I was in the games.

As Tsubame turned to her bag, the radio in the background suddenly became very clear. The Announcement was made, and Tsubame shivered violently as she remembered what had happened to the previous contestants. Suddenly, her phone rang, making her jump. Moving over cautiously to it, she picked it up. "Congratulations! You, Miss Tsubame Tsukino, have been selected to join in the Games!"
Tsubame dropped the phone and shook violently. "No... No!" Sinking down to the floor, tears started pouring from her cheeks. Of course, there was no escape. She had to go. She was in the Games.