Post by Todd on Jan 27, 2014 1:59:02 GMT -5
The mornin’ sun was gingerly a-rising above the distance hills of District 10, illuminating the small town square nestled in the centre of the farming district. Bein’ one of many market days this month, one a-few early risers or late night drinkers roamed the murky cobbled roads. One thing in common with all who walked these streets seemed to be the plain clothes that hung on their limbs, the paled skinned face with deep purple bruises under each eye and the odd peacekeeper smoking on the corner. This wasn’t the safest time to be roaming the streets, but sometimes there ain’t no way to avoid things that are coming yer way.
That’s what I tell myself every time I walk into muck full square; you canny avoid the hammer when it’s a-all ready fallin’. A deep understandin seemed to full my heavy hearted lungs with lightness at the thought that if somethin’ bads gonna happen, it ain’t my fault or responsability. A warm head rubbed against my grubby trousers as I continue my journey through town, past some of the few expensive bakeries and boutiques. The at first gentle rub started to become a fight between the ram and me, banging his head again and again with more force with each swing. Taking the end of the rope that keeps the two rams behind me from runnin’ for the hills, I swat the ram on the side of the head, knowin’ if I don’t stop the ram soon he’ll head butt me in the arse and send me fling into the dirt.
“Stop buggin’ me, stupid effing sheep” I growl as the ram seems to loss interest and starts tugging on the end of the leash towards a mouldy bale of hay laid out for the cattle on the other side.
Although being covered in animal dirt is a big deal, it’s the least of my worries right now. Ben had send me down with two of our best rams this year to get a good price at the market, and use the money to get a new tup to replace the old one that miserably disappeared. It was common for a few of the flock to suddenly evaporate into thin air, food was in short supply and sheep stealing ain’t a myth.
Leading the rams away to a quiet corner, swiftly tying them to the metal ring provided to avoid another embarrassing incident where my sheep had escaped and knocked down everyone in their way, even peacekeepers.
Flipping the one that had tried to head butt him on its back, I start the process of shearing them with large rusty shear clippers. Instead of cutting deep into the wool, I lightly shear the top, messy layer to reveal a downsy, waterproof underlayer that would protect them from the harsh winter weather. But there was another reason for only taking so little off, keeping the wool on made these year old rams look twice as beefy, giving the illushun their better bred. It was worst than stealing but if Ben wanted a good new tup, you need the money to make get a good deal.
Leaving the two rams to box it out with each other, I turn just as a peacekeeper comes up behind and gives all almighty shove, sending me spieling to the ground and scraping my hands on the ground.
“Get out my way” He gruffs as he shoves his way through the thickening crowd. I’m no way in hell in the good books with the local peacekeepers but it was always irresistible not to stay out of their way. As the second peacekeeper, a big arsed women came huffing and puffing after her coleage, I pull to my feet, dust my bleeding hands on my dirty shirt and stand half in and half out of her path. As she shouldered her way past, I stand my ground as she shoulders me and carefully slip my hand into her pocket, closing my grubby fingers around anything in reach. Apologising half-heartedly, I back away as she continues unaware through the crowd.
Stripping the fancy leather wallet of any money and stuffing it down my sock just to make sure no one got the idea of stealing from me, I slowly inspect the odd items in my hand. With my full attention on my spoils, it comes as a huge surprise as a hard object suddenly slams into my thigh. Falling to the ground for the second time today, I only just get a glimpse of my attacker before it turns its curled horns and rams into me for a second time in the guts, knockin’ the air out of me.
“Stupid effing sheep!” I chock, but this time I don’t say effing as my rams break loss through the square.
Notes: Haven't rp in a while so this is quite crap, anyone can join. All spelling mistakes are meant to be there xD
