- *SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY [wingsonmyheels]

Red Jameson:

I came into the center to cash in on some of what me and my siblings collected in forest. I walked over to a high end butchers shop, where they took the best cuts of meat of the ranches and sold them to the Capitol. That was where I sold things like mushrooms, rosemary, and mint. The butcher used it them as rubs on the meat. I greeted the guy who worked the joint, Jack, behind the counter and made a few more bucks than normal.

I was in for a long journey back so before I headed back to the farm, I bought myself a treat, a cup of hot tea fresh from a kettle. I started to wonder what was in the tea bags when they made the drink. Maybe I could look around near the farm, find what I need and sell it to the tea shops. I'd have whole new way to make some cash.

The idea was running through my head, as I treaded along through the snow. I was dodging people as I slithered through the crowd, just trying to find a place to enjoy my cup. I saw a bench half way through 2 people that were having a hushed discussion. So I set a course, for the bench.

I finally reached it and noticed that, it was smaller than I origianlly thought, and that half of it was currently occupied with pretty girl that was my age. I flashed her kind of an awkward smile,

"You don't mind if I sit down do you??"

Red Jameson:

"Thanks a bunch." I sighed comfortably as I sat down, a whole wave of misty steam pouring from my mouth. I had been noticing that deep breathing, really getting down and working my diaphram, felt better than shallow puffs in and out. This seat as I sat down was partially warm, I guess from the body heat the seat had drained from the girl. The bench was nice and cozy though, and best of all it had our backs to the screaming wind.

I took a side ways glance at the girl next to me, who was at the same time, scarfing down an apple, and try to savor it. She did eat neatly though, Red did not like people that had juice running down the sides of their mouth and little chunks of flesh on their cheeks. The girl seemed well dressed enough, and she seemed pretty well nourished. Heck she bought an apple, and those don't come to cheap. It didn't really make sense that she'd be so hungry, maybe she just had a big appetite. That would be refreshing, too many girls don't eat enough. No, because people who are just hungry because of their appetites don't try to taste and enjoy what they eat, which this girl clearly was.

"You pretty enthusiastic about that apple now, arn't ya?"

Red Jameson:

She glanced at me, a little nervous, or it seemed to me so. She replied timidly, and I could almost see the gears trying to com.e up with a decent response to my questions. What was decided though, or at least what I heard was really, really lame. She really like the sweetness of the fruit. Ummm, okay, if that's what your gonna go with fine. But it piqued my curiousity and now my mind was working.

I smiled, and without breaking eye contact I rustled in my bag. There was a packaged bush of herbs that I couldn't sell in there, my arm moved to the next thing. I felt the rough fabric of my other hat, and the wooley touch of my scarf. A smooth cold rock that I just felt like picking up earlier, and my small little radio. Finally the feeling I desired rushed into my fingers, my nerves informing my brain, bro we got it. I grabbed it and pulled it out.

An apple rested in palm, a yellow one that had a good texture and a great color. I grabbed in case of a snack earlier, now it was going to a more important cause.

"Well do you want another?"