For We Dance [Mckenna]

[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

"Kimmt" Cotwright

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Now that Kimmt Cotwright was out of his mother's house, Kimmt was forcing himself to detach from the life-style of a victor's son. It was irrational to think that he had never had a mother who had survived the Games, or had never spent a childhood within the comfy mansions of the Victor Village, but it was rational to disappear into the faces of the average District 11 citizen and work in the fields of wheat and the orchards of apple trees.

It was hard work. The other workers made it look easy, bending over and plucking the cotton balls. He had broken the stems of the cotton plants more than once, stepped on a few of them, and even dropped the cotton balls. In everywhere was the possibly smartest person in District 11 making a complete and utter fool of himself.

Sighing, Kimmt stared as a cotton ball dropped from his hand. Stupid things. Stupid, stupid, stupid things. Why couldn't District 8 pick their own cotton?

Kimmt couldn't help but remember an old fable about a fox who couldn't get some grapes, and cursed the fruit. The moral of the story: it is easy to hate what cannot be obtained. Kimmt had always thought the fox a little stupid for not thinking up a plan to get the grapes, no matter how impossible it as to get them. But now, the victor's son finally understood the fox's woes.

Suddenly, a small form appeared beside. Kimmt's eyes widened as he realized who the little girl was. "Mckenna!?" Kimmt said with a laugh. He knew the twelve-year-old worked in the cotton-fields, but he hadn't expected to see her. "Fancy seeing you here!"

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(ooc: If you're confused, Raeoki and Kimmt are half-siblings and know nothing about each other. )

[Kenna Is Begining Anew]

(ooc: Lmao, nice. =D Oh and I got it, Kimmt )

BIC: Here I was. Working again. It was ironic how I had a green thumb but i still hated picking the stupid cotton with my guts. Useless it was. Completly. I mean who needs clothes right? Sigh. Today apparently just didn't seem to be my day. I normally didn't mind when my dad broke down again, but today it bothered me more than anything. I mean it's been 3 years. Shouldn't he be over it by now. Then again maybe I just got tired of crying...
The fields were huge. So enormous infact, that I couldn't see anyone for miles, even though I knew there must be atleast 50 other people trying to rid of the cotton.
I walked my mind plagued with memories and dreams. The cotton was easy to pick. You just needed to know where to step, really. So you don't crush any cotton. And you definately needed practice. I laughed, remembering my first time picking cotton. Huh. I sure miss being young. Care free.
I turned right, seeing some cotton that hadn't been picked. Weird. Some of the roots looked trampled on. By the look of the treads, it was definately a guy. Hmph. Couldn't they watch where they were going?
I looked up, cracking my fingers, getting ready to chew out whoever killed the poor plants. "Oh! Kimmt. Umm. Nice to see you." Despite the immense headache she had, her face smiled. It was weird. I didn't really smile a lot in front of people. " So, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be you know somewhere else than the fields.

[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

Kimmt shrugged. "I thought I'd do my part as a citizen of Panem and collect cotton for our clothing," How ironic that someone who's been stomping on plants for more than a few hours would say that.

I would probably do better if I stayed home and invented something to pick the fluffy things,

[/color] Kimmt thought. It was probably true, but he didn't know how an inventor in District 11 would do. Not well, Kimmt assumed, as people preferred Three as the machinery and technology-makers.

He remembered the day he and Mckenna met, and her saying she only had one parent. Kimmt hesitated. "How's your father?"[/blockquote]

(ooc: >_> Short post is short.)

[Kenna Is Begining Anew]

"How's your father?" A surprise. Kenna had to think about this one. I never really had thought about simple questions like that. You see, they were never asked. I was so used to being alone know that I'd forgotten saying stuff like, "How's your day?", was normal. It had somehow seemed like a fantasy. Weird to me, saying normal stuff like that. It had always been the important things that were discussed. Never about your day. It just felt weird.

So, how was Azulan. He certainly was not ok. Struggling to escape the tight hold on the prison he lived in. Actually, I wasn't sure he was struggling anymore. Maybe he liked living in the past. Before the death of all our lives. Mom had been everything to him. With her gone, I wasn't even sure if Azulan wanted to stay in this hell anymore. But I was glad for him staying. Maybe that’s why he faired well in the beginning. His mind just couldn’t accept that mom had died. And when it hit him….

“Azulan is alright. He’s, erm, working in the corn fields, I believe.” , I said. It was the truth, partially. Actually Kenna wasn’t sure where Azulan worked anymore. He said he had gotten a better job. Hopefully, it wasn’t illegal.

I looked around Kimmt for a second, remembering why I had came in the first place.
I shook my head and raised my eyebrow at him. Obviously he wasn’t a worker. I wondered, what did he do for money? Maybe he worked in the Justice Building. That would be intresting. He seemed to be holding about a dozen cotton plants, some slightly, dead looking. “Erm, Kimmt, how long, exactly, have you been, erm, fulfilling your duties as a citizen of Panem?

[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

Snap. She just had to ask that question. "Uh...Awhile?" He didn't want to say the truth, that he had really been working for a few days, though it was the honest thing to say and honesty was always the most logical thing on this planet.

Too bad humans aren't,

[/i] Kimmt thought with a slight frown.

Just take Mckenna, for example. On the day he had met her, she had tried to pick a fight with a rather hostile girl. Just take Kimmt, for example. He was basically lying to not look like a fool. And just take the Games, for example. They were created to keep a snarling dog on its back, when the snarling dog only wanted to stop being kicked in the ribs.

Unlike honesty, humans weren't the most logical things on this planet.[/blockquote][/size]

[Kenna Is Begining Anew]

I laughed. Awhile? Didn't seem likely. Kimmt definately wasn't the type of guy who looked like he worked everyday. And in the fields, the first few days werealways tough. Which was saying something for me with my natural talent as a gardener.

It was almost as if Kenna could read his mind. He was definately not being honest with her about the duration of his time in the orchards. It made me feel a little sorry for him, being so out of his range in the fields.

"Right. Awhile. Well, erm, you look like you could use some help. You would be fulfilling your duties much better if the plants didn't go to D8 dead. it's actually not that hard." , I insisted. Truthfully, it wasn't that hard. Much easier to pick than carrots, I assure you. I stepped around Kimmt, spotting a cotton plant that looked easy to pick. "Watch and learn." I looked at the large stem sprouting from the ground until I found a some cotton to pluck. I carefully wrapped my finger around the tiny stem of the cotton and cracked it to the right. The cotton came right off, twittering into my open bag, as if it knew it's destiny. "See. Know you try."