Take Your Share (Kousel & Yoya)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Iona Holbrook
District Eleven
Age Fifteen

Every single month a certain amount of food must be given to the Capitol, the amount depending on the family's crop size. The percentage doesn't matter, it's whatever the Capitol needs, desires, or wants. Even if it's a bad month they'll take all of the food supplies, leaving a family starving for any lengths of times. That's probably how they get everyone with the tessera, either way it's disgusting. But a lot of things about the capitol were awfully cruel.

"Iona, I need you to deliver the food to the train station alone this time please." Iona's aunt informs, her simply words making the young girl freeze from reading her book. Not that she minded doing chores, actually she loved helping out, but going out alone sounded terrifying. She was extremely shy, practically mute, and socially awkward. "Okay?" Her aunt makes sure to get a confirmation, she shakes her head up and down to gesture she'll do it. "Thanks." Her aunt quickly says before leaving the house. Iona couldn't help but gulp as she book-marked her spot and put down the book.

Not wanting to disobey any adults Iona immediately went to get the wheel-barrel filled with grains already set up in the back. It was extremely heavy, which was exactly why she preferred going with one of her brothers. Though she'd gladly suffer pulling it along if it meant having one of their protections while going out. Even Iona's little sister by two years went out alone though, but she did have much better social skills. All of her siblings did, but for some reason Iona wasn't too lucky.

"What's a young lad doing all by herself?" The peacekeeper in charge of taking in the food asks, his height and built at least three times the size of tiny Iona. Of course her heart began to race with fear, just as it easily did with any unwanted confrontation.

"Hol...Holbrook..'s...taxes." Iona's voice was as soft as a mouse, and she couldn't help but stutter a bit. Another gulp followed.

With ease the peacekeeper lifted the bag of food from the wheel-barrel and plopped it onto the scale. He scribbles something on the paper, most likely the weight and who's it from, then returns his attention back to the young girl. "It's ten pounds under." He informs, leaning closer to her and grabbing one of her wrists. "Do you know how to make up for that?" He asked coyly, immediately Iona slid her hand from his grip and toke off without her wheel-barrel. Luckily she was scrawny and could always manage to slip away from anyone, even with her complete lack of strength. And she had absolutely no intentions on finding out how to make up for the ten pounds.

Ducking behind a corner to catch her breath, Iona knew she was going to have to go back. It wouldn't be pretty if she came home with a lack of the family's only wheel-barrel, and she knew she'd never be able to explain herself. Peacekeepers are good people, and Iona's forgetful is what they'll say. Any mistakes always ended in punishment to. She didn't want that. After a minute she peered around the corner and was quite relieved to see others walking over to him to deliver their family's taxes. This was the perfect time.

[uwu]

Today I had to take the family's crop tax to the train station. Well, my friends family. I can't believe it's been that long since they died. It felt like yesterday I was with them. But that happened to long ago to feel sad about. I had to wake up earlier than usual to get to the train station on time, so I made sure I got good nights sleep before. Since we didn't have good of a year this year, I was able to carry the bag. But I felt more nervous because I would probably take the blame for not having enough. Stupid peacekeepers. It's not my fault that the weather wasn't in our favor this year. It's just life!

It wasn't long until I headed out with everything. Long trips like this one are probably the only reason I like being able to zone out. It goes by faster. As I walk, I don't really notice anything, being in the state of an undead flesh eater. I must have walked at least 10 miles before I start to focus again. I take in my surroundings. Dang, I think I missed the train station. And the district square. No, wait. It's that way. I take a left after I realized I was about 1 mile or 2 away from the town. I kinda felt stupid. At least it isn't worse. I could have completely missed it and not realize it, like that one time...

As I walk into the town center, I instantly start looking for the train station. I've never had to use it before, so I'm not really sure what I should be looking for. Hm... It might be the front of this long line full of people with bags of whatever they grow. I groan a little as I notice how long it actually is. Considering how long it takes for one Peacekeeper to do the bags, today may be a long day.

The person was a girl about my height, who has a wheelbarrow for her grains. I wish we had a wheelbarrow that nice. It would be more useful than the one we have. But it doesn't matter. We don't need it this time. It's light enough for me to carry it, so I don't worry about it.

As wheelbarrow girl came up, I overheard the little "conversation" she had with the peacekeeper. "What's a young lad doing all by herself?" I didn't know she responded, so I was surprised that the keeper picked up the sack onto the weight and wrote down some stuff in his notebook. Then he says it was 10 lbs under, while grabbing her wrist. He asked about how she could make up for it, in a kind of "You-better-do-something-or-I'll-do-it-for-you-and-you're-not-gonna-like-it" tone of voice. I got extremely nervous again. Crap! If she's that far under and got that reaction, how's he gonna react to mine?

She runs away, but left her wheelbarrow in the line. I proceed anyway. "This is for the Anderson family" I say as I hand him the bag. "We had a bad year. That's why it's lighter than usual" I explain. Hopefully he'll understand, but then again, they don't normally. He puts it on the weight, and writes down everything. He says something, but I zone out and just nod. I walk away, taking the wheelbarrow with me. I didn't mean to, I just took it. I didn't even think about the girl it belonged to. But the peacekeeper grabbed my hand before I could move that far. "Son, you need to pay more if you want to take that. It doesn't even belong to you." Wow. Thank you Caption Obvious. "I promise to give double of what we normally give you guys. You can take my word. And I'm just giving this back to the girl" He let go, and I guess since I said it, I automatically walked over to the girl and said "Here you go. Don't forget it again" in a blunt tone. I already had to much interaction for one day. I don't need more than needed.

[kousei ♚]

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[atrb=style, border: 0px solid #0d0d0d; color:transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px;][bg=1267D1] Ugh taxes, those days when we have to give a big lump of our stuff to the peacekeepers to take to the Capitol. It sucks pretty bad if you ask me, I'd much rather be giving the food we grow to people who actually need it than a city full of people where half the population is fat as fuck anyway. Seriously what's the point? It really frustrates me how my family makes me take all our stuff in a wheelbarrow, and take it to the peacekeeper's for tax. That kind of thing annoys me a lot, no it infuriates me! What if one day everyone just stopped giving them food? What if the peacekeeper's had no control over us? If we step one toe out of line then we're screwed but what if everyone started doing that, they can't kill all of us right? I guess that would just be like the rebellion again, oh what if we had actually won that? None of this shit would be happening that's for sure. I argued with my dad but my dad always wins arguments like this, so now here I am, a wheelbarrow with about one big sack of our crops, no way we're going to be short, not like last time. I worked hard all month and now a bunch of my hard earned stuff is going to be given to the peacekeepers. I'm following the road where a bunch of other people are either carrying their tax on their backs in bags or are as fortunate as me and have a wheelbarrow to wheel it along. Now I'm not exactly really strong so this is pretty heavy and I've be walking for nearly a good half an hour. I'm sweating a ton, my clothes are actually sticking to my body now, my skin is actually red from all the pushing I've been doing, seriously there is quite a lot of stuff in there, if we didn't have to give so much away my family wouldn't be struggling as much. But hey, that's just life right? I continue pushing as hard as I can and I'm finally at the taxes place where the stupid peacekeeper's in their overwhelmingly white armor stand. I stand behind these two guys, one is a girl who is clearly younger than me and she seems to be under the required weight. I kind of feel bad, here I am rocking up with a sack of grain while these guys haven't even managed to make ends meet. The girl then panics, escapes the peacekeeper and runs away, my eyes follow her scrawny figure scamper away. It's so unfair it's sickening. She left her wheelbarrow in the line so I just step around itI give the sack to the peacekeeper and he doesn't even measure it, he just takes it and gives me a nod, implying that it's enough. And there's food I'll never get back. I then look at the boy who took the wheelbarrow and I think he might steal it, now if there's one thing I don't like it's stealing and I'm just a curious guy so I decide to follow him, making it look like we're just going the same way. He then gives it back to the girl who's afraid and I let out a sigh of relief, stupid me, he was just giving the wheelbarrow back. ------------------------------------------------------ Narrative Thoughts Speech Other Graphic made by the awesome Onyx <3

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Iona Holbrook
District Eleven
Age Fifteen

Everything's extremely expansive. While the Capitol is showered with riches, the ones in the district are lucky for every little thing...at least here in District Eleven. So the replacement of a wheel-barrow would require a lot of work, and none that a tiny and weak fifteen year old could do. To go home without it would be the worst idea in the world, she might as well no return at all. Iona stared at the boy that grabbed her family's wheel-barrow, how he walked as if he was sleeping and doing everything on autopilot. Was he stealing it? The heart that she just managed to calm down began racing once again. There was no way she'd have the guts to go after him, ask for it back. Oh please be giving it back she couldn't help but repeat in her head.

The peacekeeper that was collecting the food taxes stopped the boy going off with the Holbrook's wheel-barrow, and Iona had a grateful sigh of relief. It didn't appear that his intentions were to bring it back to her, but it also seemed like he had no intentions at all. Nervousness returned when she realized she may have to go back to the peacekeeper to ask for it back, that sounded even worse. Luckily though after a small conversation that occurred between the boy and the PK, the boy began pulling the wheel-barrow over to Iona. Another sigh, and another gulp of fear of confrontation occurred as the boy made his trek over.

"Here you go." The boy's voice was monotoned and just as sleepy as his walk. "Don't forget it again." His words ring through Iona's head as she protects in her head that she was scared away. But then again anyone could figure she forgot it, if it was intentional or not. His eyes stared at her as she attempted to pull out some words. None were arriving though, staying like a locked voice box as always.

"Thanks-" A soft whisper finally escaped, over-run by the peacekeeper's shout from his scale. "No loitering, get back to where you came." He ordered, making Iona nearly jump out of her skin. A crack of thunder followed along with the slipping of the sun as clouds rolled in. Perfect timing. Another guy stood behind the one that brought back the wheel-barrow, just as young and probably delivering his taxes as well. The bit of drama most of attracted him. A weak, pretend smile played on Iona's lip, attempting to pull off nonthreatening to the two guys. Drips of rain started sprinkling around them, ready for a down pour.

[uwu]

I don't really feel good about returning the wheelbarrow, but I don't think I would have felt anything. Would I have been considered a thief if I just took it? I look at the girl's lips to see if she replied yet.

As she started, a peacekeeper yells at us about loitering. Damn peacekeepers and damn rules. I turn around to flick him off, but I don't do it since there was a boy behind me, who was a little older than me. I jumped a little, not really expecting anyone there. "Where the hell did you come from?" I didn't mean to be rude or anything, it just was so sudden. I didn't hear his footsteps, and I wasn't really expecting anyone to follow me. Then thunder cracks.

I look in time to see thunder clouds roll in over the station. Rain, don't you dare start falling until I get home! I don't need to accidentally break another arm! Bad memories come to me. I push them out, but not until I realized I made a face. I don't know what type of face, but something not happy. But my luck wasn't good as usual. It started raining.

I look around for a building that would seem open and that would be a good place to sit down until the rain goes away. I notice an inn, and walked towards it, not caring if the other two follow. I don't need what happened last time I was in the rain to happen again. I enter, and go to an open table, which happened to be near a window, so I could look out it if needed. I sit down, and stare out of the window, just minding my own business.

[kousei ♚]

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[atrb=style, border: 0px solid #0d0d0d; color:transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px;][bg=1267D1] The rain startled me a little bit, I knew it was going to rain but I didn't know it was going to rain out of nowhere like that. The water droplets instantly soaked my hair, leaving it in wet strands, although I was used to it like that because I mostly sweating like a pig working with the crops anyway. I didn't really notice the clouds which is one of the reasons I was quite startled, one minute the sun was shining and it was pretty normal and then there was no more sun but I paid no attention to it because I was focusing on these two people. And then suddenly rain. Funny how that happens right? I didn't get the chance to answer the guy's question because of the rain, it was quite annoying really. "Damn it's gonna be getting cold soon and catching a cold won't help me work at all." I say to myself, the other two guys probably can't hear me over the sound of the pattering of the rain on the floor. Patter, patter, patter, patter. I sigh and decide I better get in doors because if I walk through this cold, wet rain I'm sure to catch a cold sooner or later. Well, I guess I'm going to the inn then. The kid takes off and I follow, my hands deep in my pockets and my eyes squinted slightly. Lucky for me I know the ins and outs of this area so locating the inn wasn't too hard. But the kid seems to be going in the same direction and it looks a lot like I'm following him but honestly I really couldn't give a fuck what anyone thinks right now I just want to get freaking warm! So I make it to the inn and step inside, my clothes are soaked and are sticking to my body. I shake my head, sending some droplets of rain everywhere, I sit at a table -which just happens to be near that boy who I saw in the rain-. I'm not sure if that other girl followed us or not but if she wants to chill in the rain than that's her choice, but I know that I don't want to freeze my balls off in the rain. ------------------------------------------------------ Narrative Thoughts Speech Other Graphic made by the awesome Onyx <3

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Iona Holbrook
District Eleven
Age Fifteen

Within a minute the rain came pouring down, soaking all three young adults. The one boy that returned the wheel-barrow turned away from Iona only to get startled by another guy behind him. His words were along the lines of "Where the hell did you come from?" and a soft giggle came out of Iona. She had seen him walking over but was too distracted to mention anything; plus she wasn't really sure where to add that in between her inability to thank him.

The older boy had no comment, but maybe they were simply both distracted by the rain. Nearly everyone works on the fields in this district, meaning there was no time to get sick due to cold and rain. Judging by the fact these two guys were also dropping off taxes they also have to work to. Without a word from either of them the one to return the wheel-barrow walked off with the same statue as before, and the other one followed. Grabbing her wheel-barrow Iona also followed as well. It was very easy for her to catch a sickness, and as nice as it would be to lay in bed reading while sick her family couldn't afford it.

They walked right into the local inn which made Iona very curious, still she followed with no desire to get sick. She was already soaked from head to toe, her clothes and long hair sticking to her and making her appear even younger. As weird s it felt she still followed them in hoping they wouldn't consider her a freak for doing so. Maybe they'd understand, after all it didn't seem like they knew each other either. She kept her wheel-barrow on the porch, tying the wheel to a poll with difficult knots that only her tiny fingers would ever be able to undue. Then she went inside for shelter.

One dollar wasn't a lot of money but Iona always found it necessary to carry around to emergencies. Right now was one of those times. She was soaked, along with the other two boys, and it was just as cold inside as it was outside. "Could...I borrow..three towels please?..." Iona asked through chattering teeth as she placed the dollar on the counter. Her hair was holding in all of the cold rain and framing it around her face, making the temperature even worse. The kind lady at the desk slid back the dollar for Iona to take back, and for a second she felt rejected until three towels were placed in front of her. "Thanks." She says wrapping one of them around her, stuffing the dollar in her pocket, and picking up the other two towels.

"Don't forget to bring them back." The lady said, and Iona nodded her head while a smile grew on her lips. It was always nice to meet someone else that was extremely sweet. There was no way of thanking the boy for bringing back her family's wheel-barrow, especially with her lack of words. But a towel after being soaked sounded just as good; and of course Iona couldn't dare to leave the other guy without one either. She set a towel in front of each of them as her eyes stayed glued to the floor, and then sat a few tables down where she curled up in her own.

[uwu]

It's raining pretty hard now. I wonder how long this one's going to last. I continue to stare out the window, completely ignoring the fact that I am freezing. It wasn't until the girl came over with a towel that I realized that my clothes were soaking and I couldn't feel my hands. "Thank you" I say again with the same tone I used before. God, I need to use more than that tone.

I dry off everything, and slowly rub my hands with the towel. When I said I couldn't feel them, it was extremely close to that feeling. I look around, and notice the kid that appeared out of nowhere over a couple tables, and the girl walking away towards a different one, curling up. That seems like a good idea, if I wasn't so self conscious. What, do I have money? I reach into my pockets, pulling out some bills. Yes! I can get something warm!

I go to the little bar by the side of the inn, carrying the towel on my shoulder. "Hi, can I get a cup of coffee, please?", handing the man my cash. He came back moments later with my change and a fresh cup of warm coffee. I go to the table with the creamer and everything. I proceed to pour in 3 cups of creamer and 4 packets of sugar. I go back to my original seat to find out my chair is soaking, and the rain is slowing down, not by much, but still slowing down.

I sit down in another seat at the same table, still looking out of the window. I wrap my towel around my shoulders to make it like a poncho, and take a sip of my coffee, and nearly spit it out. It wasn't the way I was expecting it to be. I was used to having my homemade coffee, which was bland and very unsweetened. This one, it was just stronger than I expected. I'll leave it at that. But after another sip, it tasted better. So every sip made it better.

When my coffee was finished, I returned the cup to the bar, and returned the towel to the front desk, thanking both of them before I left them. I returned to my table, and continued to stare out of it. Will this rain ever stop? Dear ripred, please make it stop.

OCC- Sorry for the post being kinda random.