Coughing up a lung(open, GB)
Sept 12, 2010 23:15:05 GMT -5
Post by wingsonmyheels on Sept 12, 2010 23:15:05 GMT -5
Hector Alexander:
You can always see the factories, even when your miles, and miles away, the pale gray storm cloud is always present. I never understood, how the air was so clean, and fresh in my field, and just an hours walk away people were coughing up a lung. They had stains underneath their eyes from the tears that the smoke brings and they talked softly, like their voice are scratched permantly. And now that time that only comes every month was here, where I have to go and record how my herd did. Did it thrive, or were there deaths, what happened a flood, a fire, a drought? All the factory care's about is the money, and in 2 months the main slaughter season comes. When the Capitol stokes up on their meat, and their expensive coats before it snows. They don't appreciate that the sheep are my responsibility. I'm honestly not attached to the sheep, they have a purpose, but I feel unappreciated, and the fact that the factory has the right to take my herd away from me if they arn't satisfied with me, honestly bugs me.
I just turned off Main street and I was in the slums. Left, right I followed the winding turns of the roads, and evenutally gave in my report. I was in a bad mood, I'd been meet with a cynacism in my interview. As I was exiting the building I saw a random rope just lying in the middle of the floor, I gave it a nonchalont kick as I passed by, just a small way to empty out some fustration.
You can always see the factories, even when your miles, and miles away, the pale gray storm cloud is always present. I never understood, how the air was so clean, and fresh in my field, and just an hours walk away people were coughing up a lung. They had stains underneath their eyes from the tears that the smoke brings and they talked softly, like their voice are scratched permantly. And now that time that only comes every month was here, where I have to go and record how my herd did. Did it thrive, or were there deaths, what happened a flood, a fire, a drought? All the factory care's about is the money, and in 2 months the main slaughter season comes. When the Capitol stokes up on their meat, and their expensive coats before it snows. They don't appreciate that the sheep are my responsibility. I'm honestly not attached to the sheep, they have a purpose, but I feel unappreciated, and the fact that the factory has the right to take my herd away from me if they arn't satisfied with me, honestly bugs me.
I just turned off Main street and I was in the slums. Left, right I followed the winding turns of the roads, and evenutally gave in my report. I was in a bad mood, I'd been meet with a cynacism in my interview. As I was exiting the building I saw a random rope just lying in the middle of the floor, I gave it a nonchalont kick as I passed by, just a small way to empty out some fustration.
