Hey, you awkward[Minerva]

[Guilietta]

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The sun was burning the back of a small and skinny girl, who looked like she was lucky there was no wind: she would have been blown away. Nobody knew that that was exactly the thing the girl wanted to: being blown away, flying, going along with the wind, no stopping untill she met the end of the world. But Chaya better not dreamed about these things. Dreams hurted. Dreams creeped into you, crashed you, cracked you. There was no place for dreaming in the Capitol, not if the only thing you had was hunger and work. Not if your general goal was to try and stay positive at all times.

Chaya swirled her axe back and forth and put one foot in front of another, a very hard task these days. But she had no other choice: they needed wood. They needed it to sell it, to live and eat from. Chaya's stomach growled and proofed the fact that they needed money.

Finally, Chaya arrived at the border where houses stopped and forest started. The slight difference in warmth compared to the middle of the streets made Chaya ease down a bit, but not for long. It took no more than a few steps for the girl to feel the heat surround her, and battle her out. Chaya put her hair up in a tight knot once again, to refray it from bothering her eyes. She lifted the axe with her strong arms, looked for two seconds like she was going to fall down, and then the axe cut into the tree with a loud THOP.

Chaya felt like undressing, if it was only to make the heat go away. But then, that didn't so much matter, because the only things the young girl was wearing were an old shorts, which was once a jeans, but nowadays a short full of holes, and a t-shirt she was wearing since she was ten, showing her belly and parts of her mothers old bra because of the holes in it. THOP! THOP! THOP! The wood howled, Chaya sweated and the birds were quiet. The birds didn't even sing on this hot day. Chaya felt a sudden urgue to scream, but refrayed and cut on. THOP! THOP! THOP!

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NOTES: All credit for the lyrics goes to Miranda Lamber-Run daddy run ^^

[Minerva]

Juniper Knoll

Narration
Thought
“Speech”

Juniper had cut off work early that day. It was just too hot out. Fortunately, she had gotten through her wood quota early, even with her hands swollen. And with her mom, dad, and sister all working already, it really didn’t matter if she spent time getting extra wood. So here she was strolling home, but there was something nagging at her, in the back of her head. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Like the thud of an axe. Rhythmic, urgent, and relentless…what was it? Something-Something-Some-Thing-Some-Thud-Thud-Thud-and suddenly a cracking and rustling sound that could only mean one thing. With a gasp and a leap, Juniper dodged the falling tree. Thunderously it landed: directly on the path where she had been walking. Shaking with the realization of her close encounter, Juniper whipped out her axe. She had no idea how that would help anything, but somehow it was comforting to run her fingers over the familiar grain of the wood. Her breath came quickly as she slowly paced around the fresh stump, axe raised in fearful preparation.

Juniper was not prepared for what she saw. There, leaning on her axe, was a girl. Thin as a cattail, she stood surveying her work. The tree was huge, Juniper had no idea how the small girl had felled it. Must have taken a while. Lowering her axe, Juniper stepped forward and said in a voice raucous with sudden relief, “What’d you do, drive a plane into it?”

[Guilietta]

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Chaya was glad the tree finally fell down as it did, and watched it cry for a last time before it fell down on the ground. As always, Chaya wanted to drag herself through the hotness, walking along the whole fallen tree to see as she had hit somebody there, when suddenly, Chaya heared something. Leaning on her axe with clearly visible tension in her upper body, the skinny girl listened to the sounds of someone walking towards her. One of the last things she was in for today, in this hotness.

All Chaya actually wanted today was to sit home, staring at a fan and eating lots of food. The only problem was that she had already had her food for today, and besides, they didn't even have a fan. Funny, but only if you'd have a cruel sense of humor. The question that was finally thrown to her was made to be funny, probably, but Chaya knew it was true. She shouldn't be the one cutting trees down, but in the end... she'd probably always end up doing it. Chaya carefully scanned the girl with her eyes, wondering what to say with her fried brains on this hot day.

Chaya had never really been good at jokes, nor was she good at giving a wonderful and fun answer to one of them. Just to look somewhere, Chaya looked at her axe as if the words she had to say were written on the cool, rusty old blade of that thing, but however, the only thing Chaya could think was That axe needs some cleaning, before dragging herself back to the reality of the day.

"No," Chaya said, completely damaging the joke of the girl, but she just had no option. What else could she have said anyway? "I cut it down." Chaya added, immediately feeling stupid for what she had said. The girl could only hope the other knew a way to make her stupid answer funny in any kind of way, or just find the situation suitable to leave and go to her friends or something. It wasn't like Chaya didn't like the girl. It was just she most of the time didn't like people in general, a thing which was mainly caused by the fact that she never had any other friends than her little sister. Now that she died, Chaya has no more friends or socible contacts, though she would never ever blame her sister for that.

The problem was that Chaya'd probably never be as relaxed, happy and funny around anyone as she used to be, exactly the reason why Chaya now stood there, looking at her axe and waiting for an answer to shut the quietness up.

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NOTES: All credit for the lyrics goes to Miranda Lambert-Run daddy run ^^

[Minerva]

Juniper Knoll

Narration
Thought
“Speech”

Juniper nodded, smiling inwardly at this girl’s obvious exhaustion. “No, I cut it down?” Either very slow with a joke or suffering from sun stroke. Really, on a day like this, Juniper’s money was on the later. But the girl looked really uncomfortable, so instead of continuing with the teasing, Juniper tossed the girl her waterskin. “Here. Have some. I’m headed home, so drink as much as you need.” Juniper paused to readjust her axe. “I’m Juniper by the way…you might want to try and get home. It’s not safe to be out in the heat today. Even for us lumberjacks.

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(OOC: Sorry about the length )

[Guilietta]

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Chaya felt relieved when the other gave her a waterskin. Water. Just what she needed. It made Chaya wonder why she hadn't thought of it herself. Maybe because whenever she left home with her axe, her thoughts got all messed up when she had to leave her father and... Ah well, Chaya was almost sure she would never get used to anything of her life that had changed so rapidly after turning 11. Though Chaya had been wanting to drink it all at once, she drunk from it carefully. If she wouldn't, it would be empty too quickly, a thing Chaya sure didn't like if she needed it so badly. Even though she was taking small sips, the water cooled her body down, eased her muscles down. What a miracle of a liquid. Chaya thought stupidly as she finished it and gave it back to the girl, who introduced herself as Juniper.

"I'm Chaya. You're right I guess." The small skinny girl looked up at the burning sun, shining through the holes in the tree leaves. Well, it looked exactly like her roof now, didn't it. It probably didn't so much matter whether Chaya would go home or stay here. Then, suddenly, Chaya realised it did matter. And that she prefered staying outside.

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NOTES: All credit for the lyrics goes to Miranda Lambert-Run daddy run ^^