Enter Hestia {Nolan / Christopher}
Oct 30, 2014 2:25:26 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Oct 30, 2014 2:25:26 GMT -5
Christopher Marshall
Enter Hestia"Daddy!" My arms collect one third of my life in a moment. It's my little boy, Luke. Of course, there's nothing a father loves more than the fact that he is a father. Your children are your life. Some people could argue that because these children aren't from me - it must mean they aren't mine. I just throw out the hypothetical of, if not me who? The people that left them? I very much doubt that.
He gives me a squeezing hug and I grumble with a chuckle because it is true, kids get stronger every day. This little man of only five has been under the weather for the last couple of days, so it is great to see him up and about again. I know the pain of illness, especially in a pretty cold house. We try our hardest, Judy and I. We even light a fire to make up for our lack of efficient heating. We have it, it's just not always on, and sometimes we have to go without.
I release Luke, he'll find something to distract himself with whilst I'm out. I wish it could happen another way. I wish the money would just roll on in, but that wouldn't be very realistic or relative to... reality.
I give my wife a kiss in passing, "I'll be back early tonight, only a couple of jobs to get done, and then I'm back home." She gives me a brief nod, and the subtle smile that tells me that if I don't keep to that, she'll be a little angry. Judy rarely gets mad, and we barely fight. We don't have the chance to. We know what is at stake here, if I don't work - our children won't survive. If that fire isn't lit, there's no heat for any of us.
And so my little walk to the factory outside the mine begins. It's not at all just down the road. We don't live in the nicest place of town, not by a long shot. There's a small collection of similar logged houses, all of whom are in similar states to us, or worse. I know for a fact a young man just got moved into the home next door to our house, but he hasn't came to greet himself yet. I didn't ask any questions, not when peacekeepers literally escort somebody into their home. I'm not one to ask questions. It's not my business to ask questions.
I get halfway. I see a couple of deer in the forest - that's where I live. Just in the outskirts, only by a little bit. There's a dense woodland that abruptly ends next to the district fence. I don't ask questions about that, either.
The deer scatter away at the sound of my feet on the dusty road. It's a road that always leaves a little on my boots, and I know that I get a couple of looks from people when I walk into work. Unlike some, I work in the offices of the mines. To think that a mine would need offices is also beyond me too. I count stock, that's what they call it. It's not really that, because nobody calls people stock. I make sure everyone is doing their job. I'm like an attendance officer, only I wear scrappier clothes.
Today is a half-duty day, so I'm only expected to complete a couple of jobs and make sure everything is in order before I leave.
"Great, on time Marshall. Check in, do your work, and I won't be on your back like I was last week." He glares down at me. He's a bigger man, tougher looking. I don't like the tougher looking people. They don't frighten me, it's just that I know that they've been beating up kids since they were one as well. Careers, not something I aspire to have been as a youth. But then, can kids dream?
I give him a subtle nod, remembering firmly what he had to say about the lack of paperwork that I was supposed to file the week prior to now. "You're a good for nothing low-life! Run back to your cabin, you belong in District 7 with all the skanks!" His yelled unsettled me for a couple of days. You get over these things, though. Especially when you have other problems at hand.
I run my eyes across my job list. It's not even extensive at all. In fact, there's only one job today.Missing Workers:
- Jason Copperfield
- Nolan O'Rourke
- Alexander Orca
I put a line through Jason Copperfield. He's simply not coming back in again. He died of 'Natural Causes'. The man was twenty-seven, I don't know what kind of 'Natural Causes' occurred but...
I don't ask questions.
Next is Nolan O'Rourke, whoever that is. I feel sorry for these poor people, having to deal with me at their doo-
It hits me. He's already signed for off-duty, I know that for a fact. I remember reading up on it when I was put into this sector. I switched from my last, and the story is far too bland to describe. The point is, he shouldn't be on this list.
I chase up some data, and it turns out the last person in this position noted it down for a week only. The reason being; 'Conditional Leave'.
I stand up and sling my jacket around my shoulder, because this is where my call of duty comes in. Conditional leave is only given to people who are in desperate need - people who have to stay at home to help with something else. The only question I'll be asking today,
If not me, who?
Nobody else will search this little case up other than me. If I just mark him down whilst he needed conditional leave, then I'm not better than anybody else who has been here before me. I take my initiative. I walk my way out of the offices and into the yard with a clipboard in hand, looking down at the address I'm about to go to.
I stop for a moment at the door, and I knock on it casually. This is actually routine for me, despite my eagerness to help this stranger.