~Fallen Lumber~ [Puppy and kitty]

[kittyoemily]

Will you be my wood?

Chai miles

I rubbed my hand up against the log in the timber yard. I see that it was a normal shade of cherry red, but the grain told me so much more. How it grew, when it grew, how fast it grew, and when it just stopped. It told me so much more than it was just a piece of wood. It was something to be held higher up than what most people hold it to. It has a bigger story than just a piece of wood. I was here to help make that story.

This was the log I was bringing home today. I would be crafting with this wood. I would craft it into a few chairs and maybe a dozen or so carving boards. This wood will have a deeper meaning. It will be appreciated. It will live longer than normal wood. I will give new shape to it, shapes that it never thought it could be. I will make it perfect. This lumber will no longer just be fallen lumber, it will be a work of art. I put my usual note on the piece of wood so they will deliver it to the proper place then I leave the timber yard.

With the smell of timber still wafting around me after exiting the timber yard I felt happy. I felt energetic even. I have finally decided to take it upon myself to take a minute off from what my dad calls working( I call it fun) so I can just go get a cup of something to drink or eat. With the growl of my stomach I knew that I would probably get something to eat. A part of me knew that my money was better spent on bread or something real to eat, but I was craving sweets. I worked hard enough. Either way I was justifying it in my head by planning on buying my father and my brother some cookies too.

I find myself at the bakery before I know it. I open the door and smell the air of the bakery. It truly was an enjoyable smell, second best to the smell of lumber. I stared at the cases of cookies for what seemed like an hour even though it was not. I was honestly set on picking out the right treat. I wanted the perfect one. I felt my mouth water when ever I thought of one sweet, but it also watered at another sweet. A part of me wished there would be less choices so my decision was easier..

Or should I stay alone with my wood that I already have?

[pup]

Willow Oak "You know what? Fuck life."	District 7
	Female
	Sixteen
	Charisma Carpenter

Milen was bored. Her mother had given her some money to go out to the bakery as she was to tired today to make anything for dinner as she was almost everyday now. Ever since her father died it was like that. Her bitch of a step father had been in a different room passed out with an awful headache from getting drunk last night. Willow was actually kind of happy he was feeling pain. She had to feel pain everyday now because of him damaging her leg which she needs to lug around now.

Willow walked into the normal bakery. There was a kid who looked about her age standing by a display case of cookies with his mouth watering. That was what it was like for most families in district seven. Having their mouths water at cookies like her little cousin Rowan. Willow didn't really care about cookies and sweets though seeing there are much more important stuff to think about like not starving.

Willow walked over to the counter and ordered the bread. As she was waiting for the person at the counter to get the loaves she looked back around the shop.

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[kittyoemily]

Will you be my wood?

Chai miles

I heard the door bell ring to signify someone has walked in the door way. I did not however turn around to see who it was, or what were they doing. I have learned this trait from working on wood. Others call it unhealthy, I call it a gift. That is I am able to focus on things and keep my focus if I hear or see(in my peripheral view) something come up. I guess why people think it is unhealthy is because they think I am rude when I do it. They think I should greet them when they want to buy something or say hello to me.... Well I can't ruin my wood. I felt like rolling my eyes at the thought. I did not however because I was still caught up with my treat dilemma.

My dilemma was delayed because a body now stood in my way. I look up to see a girl about my age stand in front of me. I get she had to order what she wanted, but could she have at least stood off to the side. I honestly like getting things done and this girl was delaying my process of eating for one thing. I watch as she starts looking around the shop. I notice our eyes lock on each other for a second and I give an awkward half smile. One that would not make my eyes look smaller than they are. I mean even though I did not know this girl, I still did not feel comfortable with her seeing my apparent flaws. My eyes being the most important of them.
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Or should I stay alone with my wood that I already have?

[pup]

OOC: OMG SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS! SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY



The baker at the counter filled with goodies handed her a bag where she put the two loaves of bread Willow had ordered. Willow said thank you and paid with the money her mother had given her to go to the bakery with. Willow didn't really want to say thank you but she had realized that being polite can get you rewards sometimes.

Willow realized the boy who was recently looking at the cookies had stopped and looked at her. He gave her a small half smile. Willow being Willow didn't give on back but instead got out of the way so he could place his order, studying him. She hadn't seen much of these person before. Actually never. And district seven's residential area wasn't that big of a place.

Willow scanned him as she does with anyone knew she meets. She noticed he hadn't given her a full smile because he had small crease lines from smiling near his eyes.


OOC: Sorry so short.