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{ ‘Pastella’ }
{ 28 || District 2 Escort || Capitol Citizen }
{ 5 ft. 5 inches || 151 lbs }Enthusiastic, jovial, curious, fun-loving, sensitive, nurturing, soothing, magnetic, warm, optimistic, generous, expansiveBlindly optimistic, careless, tactless, restless, superficial, moody, clingy, fussy, overbearing, pompous, attention-getting, tiring***Everyone in her family has partaken in the making of the Hunger Games in some way. Her father was a stylist along with her uncle, and her mother helped create the arenas. She is an only child.***
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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏωɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ▒▓ ＳＴＡＬＩＮＧＲＡＤ ＢＬＵＮＤＴ ▓▒
{ ‘Stalingrad’ }
{ 43 || Former Victor; Mentor || District 2 }
{ 6 ft. 2 inches || 198 lbs }Bold, brave, brash, confident, mysterious, powerful, deep, magnetic, capable, prosperous, responsible, earthyImpatient, aggressive, head-strong, selfish, inflexible, somber, resentful, obsessive, dull, cautious, reserved, pessimistic***He was a volunteer career when he was young. After he came home, he got the girl of his dreams. She's only married to him because he's a victor, but that doesn't stop him from thinking he loves her. They have two children, Sable and Pax.***
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{ “Raven” or “Rave” }
{ Sixteen years old || Career || District Two }
{ 5 ft. 8 inches || 110 lbs. }
ʙᴏω ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀʀᴏω ▫ 95 %Raven is a feisty beauty, her features striking and deadly. Her most prominent phenotypic trait is the ample amount of coppery red hair that cascades down her back and stops just right above her hips. Faint freckles adorn her face; dark and thick lashes accentuate her cerulean eyes.
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ᴋɴɪғᴇ ▫ 75 %
sᴘᴇᴀʀ ▫ 70 %
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▣ Aʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ
There is no one more proud than District Two's very own Raven Foreman. Why wouldn't she? She was born into a family of renowned Victors: her grandfather, mother, and brother. Her deceased father's family has owned one of the largest businesses in their district for over three decades now. Raven herself is gifted with a beauty and finesse most girls, if not all, would die for. She has every reason to feel a sense of pride, and feel them she does, though in a not so humble manner.
Because of the accomplishments her family has attained, Raven basks in the attention she's been showered with, regardless of their nature. She walks with her head held high, never bowing to anyone she deems inferior. And for someone who's been raised by a group of prodigious Victors, that sets her standards real high.
Admitting to her fault is also not something Raven is likely to do. For her she's always the right one, even after having been told otherwise; everything she does is without any doubts or regrets. Only her family can make her see her mistakes. Even then, she still has a hard time accepting defeat.
To say the least, Raven is arrogant albeit in a formal manner; she's not the mouthy type. The way she walks and speaks and gazes give off a vibe that suggests she's of the higher class without being insolent.
▣ Sᴇʟғ-ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴠɪᴏᴜs
Raven cares for no one except for her family and herself. She only has a very few friends; friends that are no more than physical companions. Due to her high opinion of her own self, the people who are less than significant just pass by her life in a blur, never to be remembered again. Unless their words are to glorify her or her family, their perceptions should not matter.
This particular characteristic of Raven's is the main reason why she is able to block out everything negative. Criticisms mean nothing to the redhead Career; she simply doesn't care about what they think. Raven rarely involves herself in an argument. They are a waste of time and breath; her time that is precious, her breath that is only for the worthy. Put differently, Raven is the type of person who just doesn't give a flying crap. If they try to taunt her with words, she would likely ignore them and never waste her energy giving them the satisfaction. The only way to provoke her is to question what she is capable of. Raven takes pride in her abilities. Once doubted, she would never back down until she proves them how wrong they are.
▣ Rᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇᴅ; ᴅᴇsᴘɪsᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ
Raven is a celebrity the moment she was born; her family name has ensured that. Wherever she goes, she carries the name Foreman with her with great pride and honor. Coming from a family with such remarkable reputation, she's been raised with sophistication and formality. The Career acts like a true royalty.
To be admired shouldn't be a hard feat at all for Raven; her outward appearance and heritage has helped her gain a wider recognition not only in her district, but all over Panem as well. The people in Two look up to her as if she were already a Victor. Outside her district, however, the Foreman family are recognized as no more than a group of ruthless, coldblooded murderers who kill for the sole purpose of obtaining a title they so proudly regard as honor. They view Raven as just another horrible person who hungers for blood and honor. But who wouldn't? She was brought up to be the very image the other tributes fear. And despise. It's not like she chose it, wanted it the moment she was born.
▣ A ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ
The Foreman family is the perfect embodiment of an ideal Career; they willingly participate in the Games because they believe in whatever the Capitol say; they worship them as if they were gods and goddesses. Blinded by the fortune and support and special treatment they are receiving from the Capitol, they never question their motives and the way they rule. The Foremans have never experienced oppression before as they are literally being spoon-fed by the Capitol, and so that's where their loyalty lies.
Raven's exceptional skills and particular way of thinking, for instance, are strong evidences that she is what most people believe her to be: a Career, from the Capitol's most favored district. Years of training has helped her found her way with most weapons. Raven is also a strategist; she doesn't just fight, she does it with presence of mind.
▣ Lᴏʏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ғᴀᴜʟᴛ
If there's one redeeming quality about Raven, it is her unquestionable loyalty to the people whom she cherishes the most. Her family means the world to her. Betray them and she'd kill for them without a shadow of a doubt. That's how much she loves them.
One may think that what they all do is train or fight or brag around their achievements in life, but behind their victories and vicious exterior is a closely-tied group of people who takes care of one another.
▣ A sᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss
Being the youngest and only female Foreman of her generation, Raven has been brought up like a princess; she gets whatever she demands, but, as said above, she's not the mouthy type; she never let these things get to her head. Yes, she is arrogant, but her arrogance is in a more silent and sophisticated manner.
Because of the way they treat Raven, she hasn't endured any emotional nor mental torment in the past. Her physical injuries due to training are nothing to her; they are part of her being a Career. Even so, they handle her with so much care.
▣ Iɴᴠɪɴᴄɪʙʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ
Raven likes to perceive herself as strong, tough, fierce, invincible. That's what most people see in her, too; that she is never weak and frightened, but that may be because she hasn't been broken before. As mentioned above, Raven is practically a princess in her family; they never hurt her in any way.
That certain fact makes Raven even more vulnerable and fragile than what she would have liked to admit. She has always thought that being physically fit is all that there is; her lack of personal experience at handling emotions just makes her ignorant of other things.
▣ Aɴ ᴜɴʀɪᴘᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ
How could someone so strong and tough be unripe? The answer will all come down to Raven being emotionally inept. She has only ever loved her family. Romance is not in her vocabulary; every guy around her seems weaker and incompetent than herself, and so has never been involved to anyone. That only supports the statement that Raven is oblivious to other human feelings.
She has led herself to believe that she is perfect, but the truth is, she is ever so flawed, and that there's a lot of imperfections she turns a blind eye on. Raven is an innocent being that's been locked up for so long in a world full of deceptions. She doesn't realize this because of her beliefs. Now that it's her time for the Games, she will discover things that may change everything she believes in.
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Wait ... I must have miscalculated! Bryce's on the previous page. Bahaha.Ohh, pssh. Your ideas are pretty awesome too! You just like giving the floor to other people ;) Too humble!
Yes! Full-on rebellion! Bad-ass indeed. Now, I just need to have a very good reason for Raven to betray the Capitol. XD It's gonna be a hard feat. Hmm.
Yup XD haha, now what? Repost again? I do like giving the floor to other people. I just like their ideas better than my own :D
OOhhhhh, yes this is going to be epic! But we must plan tomorrow for I am slipping into sleep. I LOVE Raven though. She's amazing. And thanks for the credit :) That makes me happy ^_^
Bahaha. No, it's alright. You've posted him 2x already XDAlright, biffles! And thanks ^^ Raven isn't actually a likeable character, lol. I mean, if she were a boy, she'd be an asshole. Ahaha. I got those dividers from you! So you deserve the credit ;)
Good night to you biffles! Talk to you tomorrow Loveyah <333
Haha, okay! :D You're welcome! I tend to like the unlikable characters XD They're always my favorites. Squee <3 Those are my favorite borders.
Baha! I tend to like bad boys (not everyone, though), but girls? Pfft. Just no. If Raven weren't my character, I'd probably hate her to the bones.Yay! I really like those borders, too! They're simple but beautiful ^^
Gah. Bad boys. They're awesome.Bad girls? They're just okay. I like the ones I make more than everyone else's though. Maybe it's because I have such fun writing them XD
Raven's awesome though. I can just tell that I'll love her.
That's why I like them ^_^
So how should we start this, by the way?
There are bad boys that I like, and there are those I don't. For example, Peter in Insurgent. I'm starting to like him! <33333 And then Jace in City of Bones, I can't stand him. Bahaha.And yeah ... about the bad girls. Raven's an example of a bad girl that others might find spiteful. I would, like I said, if she weren't my character. But unfortunately she is. So I love her! Plus, I'm kinda sick of good girls and their good intention and heroic acts. Bad girls ftw!
Thanks biffles! Hope I can do her justice, though.
Hmm. I can start it with the Reaping ^^ You'll have to wait, though. You know how long it takes me to write something. Hehe :3
PETER! I love Peter! Yeah, Jace can be annoying, I'll admit. I liked him in the first few and then he bugged the living crap out of me in the last few. Annoying, cocky guys DXGosh, I hate good-girls. They're so annoying sometimes and always seem to be super generic.
You so welcome, guuuuuuurl. XD And you so will be able too. You're amazing at RPing :)
Okie dokie! That would be great! :D I don't mind waiting at all ^_^
Have you read Under the Never Sky? ^^Yeah ... the Mary-Sues and all. Oh god, I know someone whose characters are mostly perfect. Like, 9/10 of her characters are beautiful and intelligent and kind all at once. Ugh. No. Just no.
Yay, thanks! I'll try to finish it now. Or within an hour. But don't expect. LOL. I can get too distracted at times ._.
I have ^_^ I think you might have been trying to convince me to read the second, actually XD I think that may have been you, but I'm not sure.Oh my god. I would murder her characters. I'm not even kidding. No, you know what? I'd probably make a jerk and criticize her characters for being perfect through the characters dialog. Throw in something really mean like, "You think your so perfect don't you, you little (insert mean name of choice here)." That's the kind of thing I do when I come across a perfect character XD
Okie dokie! And, yeah, don't worry. I'm distracted too. I was trying to reply to RPs but I got distracted with anime videos. Whoops.
Yes, I'm that! LOL. So you know Soren, right? I loved him in book two <3333333I would, too! Grrrrrr. I was literally rolling my eyes the whole time I was reading her character sheets. Mary Sue is special because she's genetically altered. She's the only child of two of the highest ranking officials on the planet. So that means they're freakin' rich. Everyone goes after her and so on and so forth. Ohmigush. You'd know who I'm talking about when you join Nightfall ^^
The thing is, the one who owns this character is an advanced player ._. I would understand if non-advanced players do it. But advanced players? There'd be no character development if a character is just too perfect.
Haha, lol. I already waste 20 minutes or so on procrastinating. Ahhh. Will write now.
Ahhhh, I should read it. But I'm afraid I would get lazy and put that off too. Oi, I need to get it together :/ I've been so lazy recently.Sheesh! No character development; I would go insane. Really, I would. I live for character development. And, *Cough* I may or may not have done some serious digging to figure out who you're talking about. Yeah, I definitely did.
By the way, how's the group going? :3 It sounds really cool.
Okaaaaaay! :D Can't wait to read it!
Haha. I know the feeling. XD I was about to read some steampunk novel last night but got the feeling that I would abandon it because of the roleplays. So nope. Next time.Bahaha. You won't have to do some serious digging. Gahhh. The group? No change. Bahaha. Not even a single info. Lol, no. I think there are at least two thread. But I'm still planning to revise it because the info were, like, 3 months old and I need to update it and my writing back then was not as polished.
Would you like me to invite you to Nightfall? Just so you can see her? XD
That's exactly how I feel. I have a book in process but I'm only about forty pages in. With school and RPing, I just have literally no time to do anything else. It can suck sometimes. Yeah, I found her XD At least, I think I did. Not going to put out her name, but if it's who I'm thinking of, I've seen her around.
When you say Nightfall, do you mean the new or the old one? :3 Just wondering because of how I got confuzzled last time XD Haha, I get confused too often.
It sucks all the time! LOL.Yeah ... she's popular ^^ Hmm. The new one. She's on the old one as well. The new only has 3 members ;) I'll invite you. I've been meaning to do that for a long time. I wanna make you a mod actually. Izzokay if you don't want to, though ;)
Pahaha! Yes! Exactly! XDYeah, I'm definitely thinking of the same person, I think. Wait, is she a mod? If she is, then that confirms my suspicions.
I joined, and holy shiz it looks amazing. Seriously. It looks great. And, nah, I wouldn't mind being a mod :) That would be cool. Ahhhh, second mod proposition this week XD I feel so specialz.
And, oh haiiii. My friend Helen was a member of the old group :) That's cool.
Gah, I just got a retainer in my mouth and it's so sore DX I think I'm dying.
Yes, she is! She's a great mod and roleplayer. And I like her, actually ^^ We're friends. It's just her characters ... Have you seen her character on the Luxen thread?Yes. She was! But I think she's left because the old one has died. Bahaha. I wanna make it public by the end of the month. Before I go back to school. Nooooooooo.
Really? I'm gonna get a retainer this month. I don't want to, but I'll have to ._.
Yeah, she seemed nice the few times I... stalked her RPs, I guess XD The character looks good as in style, but, yes, I totally see the Mary-Sue-ness. I mean, badass characters are great and all, but they have flaws. And having a bad temper isn't one of them. They have to be seriously damaged and be completely irrational or hurt or something like that to work right. Or at least, that's my experience. They can't be awesome all the time or they fail.Ah, school. School sucks. By how good it looks so far, I'm sure you'll be able to :D You look like you're doing pretty well thus far.
Yep. Aw, I'm sorry. I have a retainer that's all metal on the roof of my mouth and one I have to wear to bed that's see through. They're so annoying. I have a lisp and I can hardly swallow. It's bad. And on top of that, I have to eat all soft food today, tomorrow, and the next day DX No gum for me...
I agree with the flaws: they have to be serious. I don't consider laziness or clumsiness or extreme loyalty as a flaw. I just don't. I think they have to be more ... damaged, as you said ^^I said to myself 3 weeks ago that I'd finish the group and then make it public by the weekend. But no! Too lazy. Hahaha DX
Ahhh, no. I guess we'll just have to get used to it ._. Biffles, I'm going to be ghosting now! Talk to you later ;)
Psh, yeah. Those are not flaws in the slightest. Yay for tortured and damaged characters! :D Hahaha! Don't worry; I feel the same way with my group. And I started it back in June o.o
Okie dokie artichoke! Talk to you later, Biffles! :D
For the people in the district of masonry, the 74th Hunger Games wouldn't be like any other. For them it was close to a Quarter Quell: special, with unexpected twists they didn't normally see in a regular Games. Because today and in the next few weeks to come, another Foreman would make a history. Another career would bring home the bacon District Two held so dearly.The mayor rose from his seat the instant the town clock struck two. He stepped up the podium and proceeded to telling the citizens Panem's history: from a superpower nation once called North America, and how countless of disasters had shaped the world they were living in the present. Of the uprising that had happened 74 years ago, and how it had given birth to the ultimate game of all: the infamous Hunger Games. It was the same tedious story they had been hearing the moment they entered school, the same story being recited by mayors every year during the Reapings. However, for Raven Foreman, it was anything but tedious.
As she stood amidst the sea of sixteen-year-old Careers of her district, her eyes gleamed with great veneration at every word the mayor uttered. She felt awe wash over her at the reminder of just how glorious and powerful the Capitol was. How could people revolt against the authority when they only wanted what's best for Panem? When all they did was to make sure the nation and people in it lived? Whatever the reasons were, Raven could not understand. Even doubted that she ever would.
The mayor finished his speech; Raven joined the rest as thundering applause erupted all over the town square. It was common knowledge that District Two was one of the three most faithful districts that supported the Capitol. That's why it was called a Career district. The Hunger Games, in their point of view, was a celebration rather than a punishment. They were celebrating for the deaths so long as they were not theirs. This year's Games, they were certain that the crown would return to where it had been two years ago. Because in that particular year, a Foreman was drawn. A male one. And in the district's history, no Foreman that had participated in the Games had ever lost, died in the arena. Each one of them always emerged as the Victor. This year couldn't be different.
Raven watched as Mayor Callahan walked back to the rows of chairs in which the former Victors and his son were seated. Among the seven alive Victors were her grandfather, mother, and brother; the most recent Victor of Two. Stalingrad Blundt, the mentor of the would-be tributes, was at the end of the row. Despite the fact that there were hundreds of teenagers lined up in front of the Justice Building, Raven was easily spotted by her brother. It was not a hard feat on Roy's part, or on anyone's for that matter. After all, her bright red hair was very noticeable in the daylight, especially since she was among the very few people who had that shade for hair. Though she didn't need the look of encouragement her brother had surreptitiously thrown at her direction, Raven appreciated it. She couldn't help the small smile forming on her lips.
The smile was dropped as fast as it had appeared when Pastella Ninon, the escort, sashayed toward the large glass bowl that held the hundreds of paper slips of the female names. It was time for the real Reaping. Time for the real show.
The escort beamed at everyone as she stood in front of the mic, a single slip on her hand. “Well, let's call our female tribute, shall we?” Her voice was high-pitched and filled with glee. “Oh, wait ... how do we pronounce this?” She laughed. “Mre - Mreb? Mrebareaen Preston!” The speakers blasted with an ear-splitting sound. “Where is Mrebareaen? Oh, there she is! Come on up here, darling.”
A blonde girl weaved her way through the thirteen-year-olds and was guided by two Peacekeepers toward the stage. However, the focus was not on her. The name had already been drawn. So for next, Pastella would ask for a volunteer, and everyone in their district —or probably even the whole of Panem— was aware who that might be.
The atmosphere was heavy with excitement as Pastella finally popped the question. “Of course, we will give chance to others, won't we? So is there anyone else who would like to volunteer?” There was a moment of silence. No one spoke nor move. Breaths were held; anticipation was building up when slowly, a redhead girl cut her way through the throng in confident strides. Eyes were fixed on her. Some with visible admiration, some with fear, and there were a very few who dared show utter loathing in them. She didn't notice any of them, though. She only paid attention to the front.
Peacekeepers didn't come to her; Raven didn't need them. Her gaze was cold, blank even. Chin up, lips pursed in a stern line. She marched across the aisle, taking all the time in the world.
This was one of the most awaited events of the year; everyone knew of her volunteering ever since she turned 16 last month. It was the talk of the district. Now that she was fulfilling her destiny, her inside swelled with pride.
Pastella had an enthusiastic expression on her face as Raven halted right in front of the stage. The redhead looked up —something she rarely ever did— at her escort and said in her moderate but dominating voice, “I volunteer as tribute.”
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(view spoiler)'I volunteer as tribute.' The words of the red haired girl echoed through the crowd, sending a rippling effect of surprise and anger throughout all open ears. But for Bryce, it was a mix of both. The boy had been standing in the back of his age group, stance tall and dignified. Since the incident involving his loved one, everyone knew if was a fake bravery he put on. Everyone knew he was still hurting inside. However, what they were unaware of was his utter preparation for this moment.
The blonde boy had waited a long time for this. He'd trained, built himself up just knowing this opportunity would arise. And, lo and behold, it had just when he wanted. As of the moment, Bryce was at the peak of his physical perfection, strength and agility at a climax. None other time was he ready for this moment, for this time of revenge.
As the red haired girl approached the stage, her eyes burning with determination, Bryce matched it. His lips had curled up into an odd mix of a gruesome smile and a frown, giving off his mixed feelings. This was what he had waited for and now he was prepared. Now the boy was ready for bloodshed.
It took all the self control the blonde onlooker had not to march onto the stage and murder her in cold blood right now. She deserved it, he thought, for all that her brother had done. Of course, his hatred was stronger for the girl's sibling, Roy, but the red haired female would have to serve his place instead. Besides, perhaps seeing her laying in a pool of her own blood would break Roy's heart just as he had done to Bryce's. Though, Bryce truly wondered if that would be enough to even leave a crack in the heartless victor's stone countenance. It was likely that it wouldn't, even with the death of his little sister. But whatever the case was, Bryce wasn't planning on giving up. He wasn't going to lose this round.
Eyes trained on the stage, Bryce listened as the silent questioning of the crowd died down and the enthusiastic woman - Pastella - held her place on the platform, her bright blonde hair just visible over the rows of heads that blocked Bryce's vision. "And now for the men." She stated, her chipper tone a stark difference to the silence of the crowd. Though the second district of Panem may have celebrated this wonderful day, no one in the crowd was hoping for their name to be called. Not unless you were stupid or Bryce, that is.
Hand dipping down into the glass bowl, Pastella brought up a slip of paper, it's little form held just between her two fingers. As she opened the small piece of paper and read the name, Bryce was hardly listening. It was some name starting with an 'H' and that was all he heard. As all eyes turned to the boy, Bryce's stayed directed at the stage, focused on Raven. He hadn't the slightest clue whether she could see him from this far away, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was see her and know that she was the same girl he'd be killing when he got the chance. Maybe not right away - surprises were always the best - but he would kill her. Perhaps gain her trust before stabbing her in the back - quite literally. After all, wasn't that what revenge and knives were for?
The tribute boy barely had time to step forward before Bryce's hand rose into the air. His voice billowed out through the crowd, all eyes turning on him. "I volunteer as tribute!" It was exactly the response he had been hoping for: wide eyes and mouths open agape in surprise. No one had been expecting him to volunteer, especially against a Foreman. That was practically unheard of. In fact, it was definitely unheard of. They were always the ones to fear, the ones you prayed not to meet in a dark alley. They were capable of so much: murder, torture, brutality. And in the eyes of those around him, Bryce just wasn't. Or at least, that's what they believed. No one knew of his training; he'd kept it to himself, hiding himself away to prepare for this. Unlike the kid he'd been years before, Bryce was ready. He was ready to kill.
By the time everyone had come to grips with what had just happened, Bryce was already directing himself toward the steps. Of course, Peacekeepers had come to try and guide him, but he wasn't paying attention. His gaze was directed at one person and wouldn't leave. However, there was no anger there, not even a hint of enmity. His blue orifices gave off only serenity, as if he were taking a pleasant stroll instead of marching to his death.
That was what secretly worried the volunteering boy: what if he'd guessed wrong? What if he wasn't really ready for this? For a moment, his gaze flickered over to Roy and the spite broke through the guise. For a moment, all of Bryce's hate shone through his eyes and he knew he could do this. He had to for her. It was all for Hunter, the girl he had lost to Roy's blood-lust. And now that it was Bryce's turn, he wouldn't let Hunter down. He'd avenge her death with the death of Raven. It would happen; Bryce would see to it.
Before he knew it, Bryce was already on stage, his eyes on Raven. The escort hadn't even made the move to have them shake hands, but his hand was already outstretched, his body angled toward Raven's. There was a glint of false friendliness in his blue eyes that he couldn't help but reveal to her. Trust was just what he needed in this situation and Bryce was determined to earn it. It would be difficult, he knew this, but he would be strong and decisive, ready for whatever curve balls she threw at him. Bryce would catch every single one.
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