Working and Thinking (OPEN)

[Gigi]

Asher Grant stretched, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Quickly glancing around, he noticed that everyone else was still working, so he went back to his mindless work. Farming was so boring, that he let his mind wander. Not like it mattered. He wouldn't make a mistake.

It was cooler than normal. It was one of the cold months, but District 11 was pretty far south. There was still plenty of work to do, which Asher was thankful for. He needed the small amount of money his job gave him. He didn't have many people to provide for, but his adopted parents were getting on in their years and couldn't work as much as they used to. Asher worried about them.

He found it strange that he was sweating when there was actually a slight wind, but farming was hard work. Maybe mindless, but difficult. His back hurt from the endless days of tiring work. His hands were sore from plowing and working with the soil.

Asher looked around just to make sure there were no Peacekeepers nearby. He hated them with a fiery passion. Well, most of them. Why were they so cruel to everyone? Why on earth would they want to help the Capitol ruin the lives of even more people than the usual twenty-three children?

Because they don't care, Asher answered himself. No one cares. Not in the Capitol. The only emotions there are fake.

That, of course, reminded him of their District escort. She always seemed rushed and excited, like she was always busy with something related to the games. Her name was Tasmain. Asher remembered because she had reaped his sister two years ago.

"Bryony Grant!" she had announced happily, breaking Asher's heart. Just like she had probably broken someone else's heart when announcing that Evangeline Karbajal had been reaped. District Eleven's female tribute this year wasn't much.

Then again, when had his District ever been a big competitor in the Games? Prenten wasn't a huge threat either. Maybe he would've been, given more time. But who cared? Certainly not the Capitol.

Apparently his thoughts had lead him right back to where he started. Asher sighed and went back to his work.

[skippy]

I was just leaving my job and was cutting through someone's field. I wouldn't be able to tell the size, but that didn't matter... All that mattered was that it kept me hidden from the peacekeepers... "Peacekeepers" yah rite... More like dictators if you ask me... As I'm walking, I thought I could here someone working in the field. "Ah crap..." I say to myself. Well... they will either be someone who will turn me in or they won't really care... "Hey, anybody out there?" I ask, as i come to the edge of the field. Please please please don't be a peacekeeper... i really don't want to fight today...

[Gigi]

A slight noise alerted Asher to someone else's presence. Not many people would actually be in these fields around now. Most people didn't like to wander far from their homes unless it was for work, just because of the Peacekeepers. Then again, it wasn't unheard of for people to be walking around. Maybe it was actually a Peacekeeper. Asher certainly hoped not. He wasn't in the mood for dealing with one right now. They might get upset if they thought he wasn't working hard enough of something.

But if it wasn't a Peacekeeper, and someone was messing up the field he was working on, the dictators could still get mad. They had no problem with screwing up peoples days. Or mutilating them. Both were possible.

Deciding that the best course of action would be to investigate, Asher started walking towards the noise when suddenly a voice spoke. "Hey, anybody out there?"

Asher finally spotted the speaker. Realizing it wasn't a Peacekeeper, he felt obligated to respond. "Um...hi?

[skippy]

As I'm waiting i here "Um...hi?". "Are you a Peacekeeper?" I ask. "I'm just cutting through your field to go to... um... that part doesn't matter... So are you or not?"

[Gigi]

In response to his rather undignified question, Asher heard the speaker fumble with their words, much like he had. It appeared that he wasn't the only one who was worried about Peacekeepers. Not a surprise. In this district, you could get in trouble for anything, and no one was eager to be on their bad list. The few people that openly showed hatred for the Capitol officials were normally hung in the main square. Far too many times had he seen people sentenced to their deaths in that square, including his sister. Life wasn't fair.

But the person. They were standing in front of him, a rather guilty, although relieved, expression on their face. "Are you a Peacekeeper?" they asked. "I'm just cutting through your field to go to...um...that part doesn't matter... So are you or not?"

Uh...no...um...Well, you see, I'm just a, uh, farmer.... I don't really care that your in my field...but if a Peacekeeper does find you, they might be a little, er, angry?" It came out more as a question, and Asher once again cursed his lack of speaking skills. With all of the ones he had, he might as well be mute.

{{ooc: OMG, I'm sorry it took forever. The Games have taken up all of my time. -.- Oh, and I was wondering, which character is this? Could you maybe give me a link to their profile? Thanks. }}

[skippy]

(OOC- nah, its ok, i've gotten lazy with my posts also, here's the link thehungergamesrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=lowchar&action=display&thread=4218)
"They might be a little angry, but I'll just run away, hopefully. Do you know where they are right now?"

[Gigi]

Asher looked at the person in front of him. A trouble-maker, for sure. He didn't have much patience for people like this. He knew the majority of his district were starving, but couldn't they earn their money through honest hard-work? This person cutting through fields wasn't a good sign. Asher wouldn't call them out on it, but he knew he would probably come off as a bit bitter. People should respect themselves, their lives, and the lives of those they love. He knew first-hand what it was like to lose someone you loved, and it was indescribable. Awful, disgusting, heart-wrenching...just to list a couple close adjectives. Here in District Eleven everything hung in the balance. The Peacekeepers controlled everything. But extent, the Capitol.

"They might be a little angry, but I'll just run away, hopefully. Do you know where they are right now?"

Probably coming off a little bitter, Asher responded, "They're patrolling the fields, I guess...that's what they...normally do. I think. I try to lay low most of the time. Er, not that I would ever intentionally do something...illegal...but I just...um yeah."

ooc: Ugh, lame response. Sorry if it seemed really weird. The link didn't work, so I still don't really know what I'm writing about.

[skippy]

(ooc- lol)
"They're patrolling the fields, I guess...that's what they...normally do. I think. I try to lay low most of the time. Er, not that I would ever intentionally do something...illegal...but I just...um yeah,'' says the kid. "Um, sorry if I made you mad or anything, but if i had to work 3 more seconds I was gonna start a riot...." I trail off. "Um, don't tell them if they ask for me, ok?"