In Repose Under the Tree (open)

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Josiah Weaver, District 8
The sun beaming down on the small house he resided in, Josiah opened the wooden door and didn't say a word, taking a cautious step forward. He glanced around quickly, and then made his way toward the tall tree that created a silent repose from the rest of District 8. The nearest building, several hundred meters away, was quiet as the residents were shearing the sheep yet again. Josiah looked down at his feet, sad, and pulled out a novel.
No, you can't read at a time like this. You're too sad, too distracted...Too lonely
He reached for a small twig of which he broke off of the tree and twirled it in his fingers, the bark and dirt rubbing into his calloused hand. He sighed, a deep, full inhalation, and began to build a stick man out of more twigs from the tree.
You need something to spend your time on. What's wrong with you?
He stood up, wiped the dirt off of his hands and onto his pants, and began to walk on a nearby trail of which only he really traversed. He walked past other areas of residence and shoved his hands in his pockets. He glanced around.
I really don't know anyone. I want to talk, but everybody here seems occupied.
He kicked a small pebble awkwardly and backtracked to his tree which provided him temporary comfort. He sat back down and pulled out a small piece of metal out of his pocket that he scavenged from a broken light bulb and fiddled with it. Silently, he frowned and sat and did nothing as he thought about his father and his life and his hunger. How he longed for interaction, the social butterfly he was meant to be. If only he wasn't so misunderstood.
He became a social outcast just from being talented in school and research. Nobody gave him a second chance, only did people focus on the others who are much more blatantly talented, albeit in sports, physique, or attractiveness. He was a nobody. And he was barred from interaction while he was trapped in his home and so busy and now that things are slow he is different.
Only the tree spent this much time with him and he sighed and sat doing nothing yet again.

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Day Two.
Josiah woke up early today and ventured out. Fortunately, the weather was warmer and more enjoyable.
I'm not going to revert to my usual spot this time.
He walked on a concrete path toward the other houses and glanced around eagerly. With a smug look on his face, he continued walking, this time entering a nearby park. Momentarily he sat down on a bench in the shade, and sighed. It's so nice out. Dad would really enjoy to play catch on a day like this. He thought about his old friends, and said nothing. He later continued his little walk, hesitating as he thought someone said his name. "Josiah!"
"Huh? Who's there?" He turned to see a girl calling his name. "Josiah!"
"Oh hey." Who is she, again? Where do I know her from?
She reminded him of his old friend Mikey, full of energy and pretty. What ever happened to her, anyway? Josiah slipped his hand into his pocket and stood still and silent, awaiting to engage in conversation, and hopefully, remember where he knew this distant companion from.

[Daisy-May]

Adairia Maydryd sighs as she picks up the wollen jumper she has just knitted. One sleeve looks longer than the other and there is a few holes here and there. She hasn't been having any luck lately with her clothing making. Which isn't good as it is how she makes money, how she keeps the food on the table.
"Ada, go get some supplies" her mother says giving her a remeasuring smile. Ada doesn't want to go outside as it was fairly windy and it would ruin her hair; but she doesn't want to disobey her mother. "Okay mother, I'll be back soon" Adairia replies as she picks up a basket and leaves their small house.

As soon as she reaches outside the cool wind hits her. The wind dances through her hair like a wave and makes her curls even more wild. Ada shakes her head with a sigh and makes her way to the tree she usually sits at; which was the complete opposite direction to where she should be heading. But the thing is, they didn't need any more supplies. Her mother just sent her out because she knew her daughter needed a break.

Adairia walks along the path that leads to the park and caught a glimpse of someone heading her way. She didn't know who it was but she thought she recognized that chocolatey dark brown hair. Josiah Weaver she thought as she finally remembers who the person is. She has seen him a few times while she was collecting supplies but she hasn't really talked to him properly before. The name has stuck by her the second she heard it, Josiah Weaver, it has a ring to it.

Ada thought that she may as well speak to this boy, he seems to have a mysterious look to him. She is curious to get to know him. "Josiah!" she yells out flashing him a smile. Ada then notices her shadow, she looks like a walking pom-pom. Great, now my hair is a state! she thought frustratedly as she tries taming her wild mane.

[Wispy]

Stitch and pull, stitch and pull, stitch and pull.......Ashby began to get a rhythmic system going in her brain as she sowed a set of ridiculously bright neon socks for a shipment that was heading to the Capitol in two days. This was the sixty-ninth set of socks that she had sown today since eight o'clock this morning. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. "Ow!" She yelped as she felt the thin needle stick her finger. Dropping the socks and needle Ashby stuck the finger in her mouth as to not stain the clothing and really get herself in trouble.
The two old women sitting next to her stopped their work for a split second. Glanced at her. And continued on with their brightly colored pieces of fabric. To be honest, almost none of the stuff they gave them to sow looked like it was for cloths. More like something to stop traffic which, knowing the Capitol, was probably their goal.
Stupid needles! She thought and a lot of other words. "If I just didn't live here" She muttered around her finger.
But you Do live here.
The bleeding in her finger stopped and taking her finger out of her mouth she looked up at the dirty old messed up clock that was always ten minutes fast which she thought was pretty cruel.Yes, the illusion that we can clock out when in reality we must remain to feed our families.
DONG. DONG. DONG. The clock rang out as the minute hand touched the eight. Two-thirty, lunch time. Ashby, like everyone else, stood up and set her dropped 'work' on top of her chair and walked out of the factory with a little wrapped up apple in her hand.
Moving out of the way of the sea of people that poured out of the factory Ashby stopped and closed her eyes. The fresh air hit her like a full on smack in the face and the wind ruffled her hair a bit giving her a sense of peace. Keep moving. Lunch will be over before you know it. Opening her eyes she started to walk towards one of the most precious things in the world to her in District 8. Her own quiet spot under a tree that was a little isolated from everyone else in the park.
The thought of the quiet space made her smile. Hey! You can smile all you want when you get there. Hurry! She shook her head and started to pick up her feet and soon she was in a full out sprint to the park. Her heart pounded as the park came into view and she began to smile again, but suddenly stopped. She saw two people there in her spot. One girl and one boy. When she saw them she started to back away thinking A girl can't eat in peace?! Surly I deserve at least that!
Her heart pounded as she tried to make a quick, clean, and quiet escape until she heard the loud crack of a twig underneath her boot. Crap! She leaped behind a nearby tree, but she was too late. They had already seen her. And now the boy was calling out "Who's there?"