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[jackson grouy]

Government of Panem

JACKSON HUE GROUY Seventeen ∙ District 8 ∙ Factory Worker ∙ Cody Longo romantic ∙ cautious ∙ protective ∙ outspoken ∙ secretly afraid ∙ typical Now that don't kill me makes me stronger, can only make me stronger. I need you to hurry up now, 'cause I can't wait much longer. I know I got to be right now, 'cause I can't get much wronger. Man I've been wiating all night now. There's a thousand you's, there's only one me. I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment right?

One might think the typical guy would be a hard-headed, crotch-thinking, strong guy.. well, that one most likely is wrong. Jackson can be a very typical guy, but what is typical about his personality? He's strong willed. Jackson isn't one to ignore his own feelings but if it means to hide that he's absolutely terrified on the inside of dying, then he just might be the typical guy. Although being like that is bound to be boring sooner or later, so instead of being super normal there are many other traits of his that just might not go together that well.. or they fit perfectly. Either way, he's an interesting person.. as long as people took the time to get to know him. That is, according to him it's not even worth it if his own fate has been written for him.. Growing up his parents always taught him to be kind to others, basically that it wasn't worth mistreating people since in the end friendship was all that really mattered in the world. As the government fueled the fires with each and every hunger game that came to pass, leaving his name placed in the ballot so many more times every single time he turned a year older, things grew tighter for Jackson. Every reaping that his name was never pulled out of that large glass bowl pulled him closer and closer to the realization that he more than likely wouldn't have good luck this time around. Strong willed, absolutely, but Jackson is terrified. He knows.. almost for a fact his name will be called this time around and he's not even prepared. Almost every single one of his siblings had been called into the hunger games minus at least one or two, leaving him to have to fend for himself as far as emotions went.

The rough reality of having to work from the age of four on up has roughened his spirit but of course.. as a human being he's not entirely prepared for what is about to happen. It has only been a few years since Jackson's first sibling was reaped into the games and killed, a younger sister only the age of twelve.. it was her first reaping, the actual day of her birthday that her name was called. That was just a silly little bit of foreplay from the Capitol, laughing at Jackson from the inside and teasing him. Sure he had an older sibling and two younger brothers that weren't even close to being reaped. Too much in their little family that perhaps the Capitol was tired of seeing all of them? A sick game. Although the death of his baby sister was broadcast all over the television across all districts, Jackson blanked out her death.. pushed it aside. A mute button was placed on his vision, just a simple protection to his own feelings from making him break down. Yet the second reaping of one of his siblings was his older brother.. who at the time had just turned eighteen. He was almost out, he was almost to the finish line where they couldn't pull him in even if they wanted to.. one more year and he would have been out. Instead, as he looked at the other children surrounding him on those platforms before taking off.. all he could do was gather his thoughts and realize he was bound to die anyways, so just slaughter who you can. Jackson's brother had lost his mind right at the beginning..

Hacking, slashing, breaking necks. The guy was built after having worked all his life for the capitol, making a living to help feed everyone in his family. As the oldest he was expected to support the youngsters.. although the parents did their best, it was never enough money to take care of everyone. Jackson watched his brother go insane.. had to have killed at least fifteen of the twenty-four that were out there. So much blood, too much murder. It wasn't even a kind snap of the neck and done.. it was slicing stomachs open and gouging their eyes out kind of murder. A hunger games year that the capitol absolutely loved. So beyond gruesome that even Jackson has had to block that one out of his mind as well. Two siblings lost to him and he's still breathing.. but this year, it's bound to happen. His name will be called. Though that leaves two more children in the family, both boys, for his parents to watch over. He's scared, obviously, but does that mean he has to show it? Absolutely not. Growing up helping take care of his family has caused him to become even more protective, and of course his mother has taught him that romantic side.. if there were ever to be a girl in his life, seeing as it might not even last, there's absolutely nothing wrong with him having the romantic skill.

Jackson isn't the richest of them all, definitely not the poorest as having so many siblings earning money and putting their names into the ballots that much more every year for food and rations, they have earned their way through the district. He's dressed as to be expected in not too dingy but slightly neat clothing. Just a way his mother has wanted him to look to bring good expectations to those in the district, who obviously have seen enough wear and tear for the ages before them and to come. So for now, his mind not only set on winning the hunger games if his name was pulled into the reaping, but also on the fact of the winnings bringing a lot of hope to the district he was born and raised in.. and has lost so much in.

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"It's a cruel world that we live in, but don't give up now.."

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Desolate, rainy.. depressing. It was a wonder anyone didn't kill themselves in District Eight. The minute you saw what it looked like would prove it wasn't the best place to be born and raised, but having lived there for seventeen years made things a bit more bareable than one would think. Jackson knew how life was on these streets, it wasn't the cleanest.. no, the rain was almost constant, the sad depressing faces that left their homes to be summoned to work every single day. As he pulled on the work jacket, his fingers slid over the rough and slightly torn texture of the edging.. staring at himself in the dirty, greased over mirror at his slightly blurry figure; Jackson knew this was just as good as it was going to get, no better. Life was just that, boring.. the only thing entertaining for this district were the hunger games, and even they bothered Jackson anymore. It was hard to watch them but they were told they had to, there would be no arrests or killings made.. not in this house, unless summoned into battle against others. The other fear was having to fight a friend, a close friend at that.. was that even fair, pitting one friend against the other? Of course, there were no rules in the hunger games except.. well, don't piss off the capitol and put on a good show. How vicious.. animalistic.. put on a good show while you're being stabbed to death, make sure the capitol likes it. The simple rollercoaster of life. As he left his home.. empty of course since everyone was already at work, Jackson slipped through the muddy ground where grass once grew many, many.. many years ago. It was a city that would engage you to actually do something to make yourself happy, to push you to keep going for the sake of actually having a life. The center square was where he passed through every single day to get to work, the factories that he had slaved in for over ten years. The shy age of seventeen was an age that no one really wanted to face, but loved it the closer they got to the age of nineteen. Pulling back his shoulders, Jackson walked tall to the factory, trying to put himself in a better mood and push away the fact that the memories of seeing his siblings dragged into the reaping kept begging to come back. The square where the screens were tall and bright, summoning you to stare at them.. to be sucked into them. A constant reminder that one day this year another would be pulled in and killed.. and another, and another. It seemed as though the richer districts were always the ones that had winners. Was that odd or just somewhat.. familiar? Stepping into the factory, Jackson tried his best not to cough at the site of the peacekeeper uniforms gliding rather peacefully through the booming factory. Oh yeah, another thing he wanted to be doing the rest of his life.. the same thing, over and over again. At least he got out at a decent time.. after wasting the majority of his day there doing the same thing. Breaks? What were those? They never got breaks, had to eat food out of the small bag they were allowed to bring. Though compared to the nasty out doors at least they were inside where it was very comfortable.. and much cleaner since the peacekeeper uniforms were to be spotless and damn near perfect. It was an earning, and that's what he had to do. As he sat down at his typical work station, Jackson laid his jacket on the floor; why not, it was filthy anyways.. and got to work. It wasn't the best job ever, but at least it kept him busy and helped him earn the money he needed to help his family out. But for now, his mind was not only consumed by work.. it was quite distracted by the hunger games, and the fact that he had to find someone to mentor him .. to help him become stronger. Someone more terrifying in the games, than one would think.

[SARAH]

heatherrrrrrrr, why is jackson so adorable?! lol, i just want to cuddle him everywhere! you've done an awesome job with him and i can't wait to see him breaking hearts around d8! he's sucha cutie.. i don't even know what else to say... i loved him more and more with every sentence. awesome job, lovey! don't forget those claims babyyyyy ;)