Flying objects (Open)

[Jack Lexington]

TYLER JAMESON

The shingle flies through the air like a ball and we are the players in this game. Why not make work fun?
Taking a small side step I catch it with ease and carefully place it in its spot.

I'm standing really close to the edge of the the roof of a three story building ready to catch the next bright red shingle, who get's thrown my way by my colleague and friend Jason, who has positioned himself on the top with a box of these nice, hand made roof tiles.
This way we save ourselves some time and might get off this roof before we're fried like bacon in a pan. The sun has been beating down mericlessly on us since noon and despite the fact that there is a little wind and our shirts are off it's still hard to bare. None of us would mind laying in the shade or even going for a swim in a lake in the early evening so we hurry.

While I'm waiting for his throw I wonder whether it's a good idea to be throwing around stuff when I'm so close to the edge. I guess I'm not stupid enough to go diving after one that lands too far away from me but it could still hit somebody down on the street and then what do we do.

I still stand and think about this option when he hauls off to toss the next one and, indeed, misses but at least 7 feet, which is too far for me to catch.

My head whirls around and I follow it yelling. "Oh shit, watch out!" At whoever is walking down there.
Luckily the shingles smashes in front of the person and not on her or his head. So i quickly move away from the edge just to turn to Jason and shake my hand. "That was close. You almost decapitated somebody."
A snicker escapes me now that I know nobody got hurt, then I turn back and lean over the edge.
"Hey, sorry. Everything okay down there?"

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D7, carpenter

OOC: Hey, I'm looking for somebody to get my character more active, could be a friend, rival, love interest....join me!

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~ Lux Everley ~

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I step out the door of my house, my boots easily gripping the uneven gravel beneath them. It is too hot for a jacket today; as I walk a few paces into the middle of my street the sun beats down on my back, already making me desperate for the sweet coolness of shade. I spot a few trees some hundred yards away, but I've been sent into the town by my father to buy some supplies and I decide to get the job done as fast as possible.
I walk quickly down the street, passing many houses that are the same dull colour as mine. As I go to turn the corner toward the town center, I find myself wondering about all the different candy coloured houses in the Capitol. I laugh at how the stuck up Capitol residents would react to the houses we have here in 7.
I hear it before I see it, a warning cry, then the smashing of an object on the floor only a few centimetres in front of me. I look down to see a brightly coloured shingle smashed into a thousand pieces.
"That was close. You almost decapitated somebody." I hear the voice from the roof, and as I look up I see no-one, so I guess they're not talking to me. My hands find their way to my hips and I wait, unimpressed, for the culprit to appear. He leans over the edge, lips curled into an annoying smirk, and I glare up at him, tapping my boot on the gravel.
"Hey, sorry. Everything okay down there?" He says. I stare for a few moments, unsure how to react.
"You're right, you did almost decapitate someone." I say with a smirk.

[Jack Lexington]

Now that I see her face I'm quite happy that the shingle didn't smash her pretty face. The smirk mirrors my own, which is nice because it means that the girl we almost hit won't come running to our foreman or up here to give us a speech.

"Would have been a damn shame. That head suits you so well." I love but then become more serious just to make sure she's alright. "Are you okay? I hope none of the pieces got you!" It's hard to tell from up here because there's a tree blocking the full view of the sidewalk.

I get up from my position on my belly and brush the dirt of my bare chest but it sticks due to all the sweat. My coworker and friend looks a bit shocked but I wave it off. "Just a little girl, no big deal!"
His hands let the shingle he just picked up slip back in the crate. "Seriously? There was somebody down there?"
"Yep, I gotta go and bandage her up." With a straight face I climb up to the highest spot, which is also the way into the house. Before I leave I clap him on the back. "Just joking, man. I'm just going to pick up the pieces. You should see your face." I laugh at his terrified expression.
Jason gives me a slight kick in return.

After I made my way down to the street I approach the girl and start picking up the broken pieces around her filling the empty pocket on my tool belt with the smaller stuff and keeping the bigger ones in my gloved hands.
Then I straighten up and briefly look at her. She seems okay. "Sorry, my coworker doesn't know how to throw!"

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"Would have been a damn shame, that head suits you so well." I can't help but blush as the stranger shouts to me from the top of the three-story building. He's probably just trying to flirt his way out of an argument. I know I should be angry, but my cheeks are now as red as the shingle that nearly fell on me, and I know that in the presence of this man, any anger I conjure up will not last long.
"Are you okay? I hope none of the pieces got you!" He shouts. I quickly check my exposed arms for wounds that could have been caused by shrapnel, but when I see nothing I figure that I'm fine. I tilt my head upwards, ready to give some sort of sarcastic response to the man, but just as my eyes rest on the spot where he was laying a few moments earlier I see that he's gone. I listen for any sign of him, just long enough to hear him tell whoever else is up there that I'm 'just a little girl' and it's 'no big deal'. No big deal. I laugh.
After a few minutes waiting, the same, topless man that was leaning over the edge of the building appears in front of me. He's still smirking and I'm still blushing, so when he kneels down to pick up some of the shattered shingle I take a moment to compose myself.
"Sorry, my coworker doesn't know how to throw!" He says when he stands up. I move my hands from my hips and fold them over my chest, eyeing his semi-naked body and deciding how to respond.
"Well, as long as you're a better shot than he is I guess we're all right," I say, "But you know, if you want to play catch up there, there's this thing called a ball?"

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Now that I see her up close I can tel she's perfectly okay. Instead of yelling at me she's actually checking me out and then gives me a reply that almost sounds like she's flirting with me.
"I'm actually a much better shot." I raise one brow in a mock attempt to look cool but then smile.
"Next time I'll throw but the bad part is that he can't catch either."

She mentions that we could throw a ball instead but I remind her that "A couple of balls up on that roof would look pretty silly."
With that I pick up the last piece of tile and with loaded arms turn to leave. "Let me know when you want me to throw you a ball."
That had to be the cheesiest pick up line yet but who knows. The way she was eyeing me she might be interested.

With that I walk off glad that instead of being yelled at I had a somewhat friendly conversation.

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The man, whose name I still don't know, smiles at me as the scorching sun beams down on both of us.
"A couple of balls up on that roof would look pretty silly." He says as he bends down to pick up the last few pieces of the shingle. I figure that they must have been working, playing a game of catch with the shingles to get their job done faster and lighten their workload.
"Well," I say as my hands find their way to my hips once again, "I guess there aren't many opportunities for fun in this place..." He smirks as he stands, hands full of bright red shrapnel. He turns, pauses, and looks back at me quickly,
"Let me know when you want me to throw you a ball." I laugh and shake my head, amused at our exchange but slightly annoyed that I wasn't firmer with him.
"See you around..." I say as he walks down the street and disappears back the way he came. I continue down the road toward the town, smiling politely at familiar people as I go, and slowly let my mind wander to other things as I go about the bustling city center, trading and buying as my father told me to do.

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It takes us the whole afternoon to finish the roof and , of course, I brag the whole time how I flirted with a gorgeous girl while Jason didn't have the balls to go down there and apologize.
When the last red shingle is in place we pack up and finally take off our belts and gloves before we unlace our work boots and allow ourselves a quick trip to the city center where we're looking to have something to eat and drink at the local pub.

Both of us are actually wearing shirts on top of todays sweat and dirt. While we walk down the road and chat I notice the girl from todays accident in front of a shop and holler over to her. "Hey there, ball girl. Did you recover from your shock?"

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After hours of purchasing and trading in the city center, my feet are sore and I want nothing more than to go home and rest. I walk across the large town square, enjoying the cool twilight, and make my way to one final shop before I leave. I want to pick up some paper so I can continue my collection of drawings, but even with the extra money I have for myself all I can afford is a rough, yellowish-white card. I've just handed over a few coins and carefully placed the paper in my bag when I hear a familiar voice shouting across the square. I turn to see the same guy from earlier, accompanied by another man who looks similar in stature. I figure the second man is the one who almost hit me with a shingle earlier on. I walk forward, closing the flap of my messenger bag and putting a few coins in my pocket.
"I think I'll be fine. I hope for the safety of the community you gave your friend some throwing lessons." I fold my arms over my chest with a smirk.

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I like the way she's joking and at ease with the situation. For all I know she could have run to our boss to tell him what we did, which could get us in big trouble since he's all about safety.

"In fact I did." I tell her with a nudge to my buddies chest.
Then I let my green eyes wander over to the door of the pub because I'm incredibly hungry after a whole days work with only a sandwich for lunch but decide to stay and chat a little longer nevertheless.
"I'm Tyler. What's your real name...other than ball girl?"

My buddy has a weird happy look on his face while he looks at her and introduces himself as Jason and actually a pretty good pitcher, which makes me chuckle.
"We're about to grab a bite to eat. Have you eaten anything yet? Maybe Jase and me can make up for almost flattening you out."

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I stand for a few moments, watching the two men approach me, and when they get close enough the first man is the one to talk.
"In fact I did." He says, reaching his arm over and giving his friend a firm nudge on the chest. I see his green eyes gazing into the distance, and when the smell of hot food from the pub behind me makes my stomach rumble, I figure it's not just me who's under eaten today. Eventually his eyes find their way back to me. He tells me his name is Tyler and asks me my name.
"Lux," I say, "Lux Everley." Tyler's friend smiles at me, introduces himself as Jason, and then tells me he's actually a pretty good pitcher which makes both Tyler and I laugh.
"We're about to grab a bite to eat. Have you eaten anything yet? Maybe Jase and me can make up for almost flattening you out." Tyler says. Nightfall is approaching fast and I should be getting back home, but something about these two strangers makes me want to stay and get to know them a little better.
"That sounds good."

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"Alright." I rub my hands together and move up the stairs, then push the door open. I even go to the effort of holding the door for her.
To Jason I whisper. "You're paying, your throw!"
The fact that I make more money because I'm the foreman doesn't really bother me. We're friends and I know he gets by alright on his salary.

A nice waitress shows us a seat in the corner where we can see the street and then hands us our menues.
"What would you like to drink?" She gives us a pearly white smile, so I smile back and say. "Water for me...and the rabit stew." With that I hand her back the menu and wait for the girl to order.

When she's done I wonder. "So what have you been doing in town all day or do you live here?" Very subtle, Tyler.

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I smile as Tyler holds the door open for me, and the three of us walk into the pub and are directed to a table in the corner of the room. We are given three menus, and as the waitress lingers at the side of the table Tyler decides to order first. He asks for the rabbit stew, and as soon as the words leave his mouth my stomach rumbles, so I decide to order the same thing. After Jason orders his food, the waitress collects our menus and saunters off around a corner. Tyler pauses for a moment, then looks up at me curiously.
""So what have you been doing in town all day? Or do you live here?" He asks. I know that the residents of the town center are comprised mostly of District 7's richer families (who, by the Capitol's standards, are still pretty poor). I'm not sure if Tyler and Jason are wealthy, poor or have just enough to get by. They look healthy enough, but seeing as a few of the poorer kids dislike me purely because I'm not starving I decide to be careful with my answer.
"I live a few streets away," I say gently, picking at the stale bread that sits in a homemade basket before us, "My father sent me into town to get some food and supplies before the uh... reaping." I stop picking at the bread, the thought of the imminent reaping ruining my appetite. "How about you guys? Work, right?"

[Jack Lexington]

is it reaping time again already? I'm a few years past that and don't have to worry any more.
"How old are you?" I wonder whether she can still get reaped and this question has to be one of the most asked ones among young people.

"Yeah, we both work in construction." Jason replies."Tyler here is my foreman."
I nodd and smile."Yeah, and Jason here does all the dirty work for me."

The waitress returns with our drinks and I thank her and take a long sip. It feels nice and quenches my thirst.
For a moment I let my eyes wander out onto the street, it's fairly busy.
"Hope your father don't mind if we keep you for dinner."
I wonder whether she has a mother, too, who might be waiting with some sort of meal at home.
I wish I had a family waiting for me but I've moved out to be closer to work and usually come home to a lonely home.

Jason asks the girl. "What does your dad do for a living?"

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"How old are you?" Tyler asks me. I can tell he's probably too old to be reaped, and I envy him for that.
"I'm seventeen," Ever since I turned twelve I stopped counting my age in years, and instead I simply started counting how many reapings I had left to endure until my nineteenth birthday, "Two reapings to go." I say.
There's a pause, and then Jason decides to answer the question I posed before the talk turned to the Games. He tells me that they both work in construction, and then I laugh as they joke about which one of them does all the 'dirty work'.
The waitress returns with our drinks and we all take long, satisfying drinks from them.
"Hope your father doesn't mind if we keep you for dinner." Tyler says after placing his glass down on the table. I shake my head. My father will have gone back to work, and when I don't come home my mother will assume that I've stayed out to draw with my new paper and will have given my food to my siblings. I think I prefer that arrangement, anyway.
Jason asks me what my father does for a living and I tell him that my father is a lumberjack, along with my nineteen-year-old brother Lyel. The waitress comes to the table for a third time, holding three steaming bowls of stew, and my bowl has barely touched the table before I'm digging in happily.
"You guys are both too old for the reapings, right?" I ask as I swallow a particularly large mouthful of stew.

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I watch her eat while I chow down my own bowl full of stew.It tastes great and fills me up in a very satisfying way. When I'm done I lean back and put my hands behind my head. "Yeah, we're too old. But we've all been there." I try to make her feel better because everybody understands the worry and tension except those strange careers.
"How many times is your name in there?" I wonder since it seems to be subject of choice although I'm glad when nobody ever talks about those darn game..."May the odds be ever in your favour." I mutter under my breath while I watch the other two and see Jasons eyes dart around for listeners, who might hear my mocking tone.