Try to Adjust {Briknope}

Ever so casually, Roseus sat at her desk, sorting through some papers, all the while twirling a piece of blond hair around her pointer finger. Flipping through the papers, she sorted out the paychecks and production quotas of the month into two separate files for the manager to sort through later. After placing a paycheck in the proper pile, she hears footsteps behind her which scare her half to death. The grumpy, middle-aged wrinkled woman dragged along a girl, probably a very sophisticated 12 year old or a mature 13 year old, with her. Oh yea. New girl. Getting out of her seat, Roseus places her hair back in it's ponytail and drops the papers.

“Roseus, this is our newest employee Fara. I want you to show her around, and get her acquainted with the factory." The woman's footsteps clicked and clacked down the hall as she left abruptly, whispering the last name Yondall with Roseus staring after her with a small amount of what seemed to be a loss of words. "Well, are you going to tell me what to do, or what?” the small girl rudely questioned her. With her eyebrows knit, she looked over the girl for a moment. Wait... Fara Yondall? Was her sister in the Hunger Games? Roseus dropped the confused, thinking look, realizing that it was indeed the sister of the dead girl. Snapping out of her thought mode, Roseus spoke softly but assertively to the girl, remembering what she was instructed. "Greetings, my name is Roseus Wilter, and I'll be showing you around for today."

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Roseus showed the girl around all the odd machines on her floor - the blush floor, telling her which ones she has to get permission to use, and which ones not to touch at all. "This machine here heats up the compound for the blush, so that's off limits because it's at a very high temperature, and I think nobody would want to get third degree burns. And that machine mixes up all the liquified ingredients, so you have to get my permission." The joyful blond girl chattered on and on about every machine, and how the blush was made. After she was done with that particular floor of the building, she guided the girl to the elevator, while asking "Any questions about this floor?"

The unhappy girl made it obvious she didn't want to be in the factory, making makeup. I suppose she may be upset about her sister's death. I understand. Examining the girl's face, she assessed that Fara Yondall was putting on a brave face for the sake of her family's sanity. For worse or the better, she was putting on a brave face for herself. Roseus eyed the girl with particularly worried looks as the duo waited for the elevator to appear, waiting for the ding to take them to the floor above them. Tapping her sandaled feet, the blond girl couldn't help but think about all the emotions the young girl beside her must be feeling at that very moment.

The duo sat in silence for awhile, Roseus constantly tapping the heel of her sandal. Deep in thought, she almost didn't catch the loud ping that nearly gave her a heart attack. Why can't they just have flashers instead of those annoying pings? It scares the hell out of me. Roseus coughed and walked into the elevator with the little girl going into the metal elevator first. Turning 180 degrees, she stuck her thumb out, pressing the button for the next floor. With a clang the doors shut, and Roseus placed her back against the cold, unwelcoming elevator wall, waiting for the floor to appear in front of her. Bringing her hand up close to her face, she examined the nails she painted last night with the "unfit" nailpolish from the nailpolish floor. Usually, when makeup isn't made correctly, the "defects" are given to the people to overlook the floor, or some of the workers to sell for a high price.

After about 30 seconds of pure, awkward silence, Roseus clicked her heels and tounge, waving the girl into the mascara floor. Workers were everywhere, mixing the components, packing up the tubes, and some girls were in a corner making the brushes. Waving to she girls, she spoke to Fara "Those are the girls who make the brushes for mascara bottles. I don't know much about the mascara area, so I'll get the floor overlooker to introduce you to everything." Waggling a finger at Fara, Roseus waves her over to a young teenage girl who overlooks the floor. This teenage girl had dark, "scene" styled hair, bright green eyes, and enough dark eyeliner to cover the entire country. Roseus wasn't too big for the "emo" style but was able to cooperate with the girl anyway.

Talking to the girl - who introduced herself as Vash Frayonstai - made her stop sorting through papers and take time out of her "busy" day to introduce Fara to a place she would be working at every other day. The machines on the mascara floor were something totally different from the blush floor - mixers, heaters, coolers, and many other machines crowded the walls, with the other working teenagers at these machines looking at Fara with a slight look of recognition. After the trio passed each and every one of the workers, they would exchange looks mysteriously, but go back to work at their separate jobs. Vash introduced all the machines she would have to get permission for and whatnot, but Fara didn't seem to care or even listen to the words the emo styled girl spoke.

Vash got bored and left Fara and Roseus alone at the back of the mascara floor to continue sorting through papers. As the emo girl walked away, Roseus looked after her, leaning down to Fara's ear whispering "She's nice once you get to know her. Just be glad I'm making you work on my floor today." The blond girl ushered Fara out of the mascara area, making her way to the elevator again. Almost immediately after pressing the button did the door make the most loudest, cringe-worthy sound anybody could ever hear. Roseus stepped into the elevator, followed by Fara. With a smile, she looked at the girl, hoping to think one day she would come to love the factory as Roseus herself had.

"Well, I believe that's all you need to know about the mascara floor for today since your not working in that department today. Today, I'll have you working right near my desk at the brush and smoother section. It's easy, trust me. Almost effortless." With a sad smile, she looked at the girl's pale face. Was she angry because she had to work? When Roseus first joined, she was placed into the brush and smoother section, and she found it incredibly easy and loved to do it, until another new girl showed up and took her place. It was ok though, because she was in charge of making sure the components mixed thoroughly, and that was an equally easy job. Mentioning it to Fara, Roseus clicked her heels and leaned against the elevator wall.

After Roseus had shown Fara how to work the brush and smoother section, she left the girl to do the simple task of feeding the machine proper materials and untangling the threads if they twined themselves together. Clacking her sandals into her office area, she pulled out two yellow folders, sticking the quotas in one and the paychecks in the other. After Roseus had done so, she leaned back in her chair and rolled her neck, hearing the little pops and snaps. Coughing into her hand, Roseus began to pick up all the files that were to be delivered to the manager in an hour. Being the early bird, as Roseus usually was, she walked out of her office, until she heard the most ungodly sound the workers and the blond girl had ever heard.

Tucking the files under her arm, she ran out of her office, looking around the work space. Many shocked eyes pointed and looked at only one spot in the room. That particular spot just so happened to be the brush and smoother section, where other young workers looked at one machine lying in pieces on the floor. The fact that the little girl she had just shown around the factory had destroyed 300 dollars worth of equipment, and the girl was nowhere to be seen, shocked Roseus more than the fact that Fara's sister was in the Hunger Games. "Where did the girl go? I need to find her," Roseus barked at the workers. Chilly silence filled the air as the workers stared at her for a long while. After what seemed like an hour, a girl of 13 years said "The new girl went down the emergency stairs."

Yelling a quick word of thanks to the worker, she tucked the files deeper under her arm and stepped quickly but gracefully, clicking her way down the stairs. Hearing the faint sounds of crying, Roseus stopped her feet on one of the bigger square steps to take a turn and peeped her head around the corner. Fara wasn't within the stairwell, but within the break room that was close by. Gaining her composture, she gracefully stepped down the steps, patting the top of her binded hair to make her seem somewhat orderly. Clicking her heels into the room, she apologized to the workers. "Sorry, she saw her machine break and she got scared and ran." Gently and assertively, she gripped the girls wrist and led her out of the room, closing the emergency door behind her. Now back in the stairwell, Roseus climbed the stairs, somewhat away from the room she was just in so she could have a private word.

Leaning down on one knee and staring at the girl's face, she sweetly and softly talked to the small girl "Look, I know you don't want to be here. And I know for a fact your family is having a rough time. I am so sorry for your loss. You loved your sister very much." Getting up off her knee, she pulled the girl into a tight, loving hug to let her know that somebody felt sorry for her. Pulling her close, Roseus couldn't help but think what to do about the machine situation, until she realized that particular machine was old and needed to be replaced. Pulling away from the girl, she leaned down on one knee and assured the girl about the brush and smoother machine. "Don't worry about the machine, it was old anyway. Thank God we have a spare in the supply room."

When Roseus had introduced Fara to the factory, she remembered seeing these large, miserable hazel eyes, and a pale, saddened face. Now, Fara's face was a twist of anger, hate, and sadness. How would anybody, really, feel after losing someone they loved? Somebody they looked up to, joked around with, ate with at the dinner table, and had shared all sorts of good and bad times? How would anybody feel after going through deep grief as losing a loved one, and then having to suck it up and go to work the next day? They would feel upset, angry, and a perpetual hate at no particular thing. Having never felt this emotion before, Roseus tried to understand her situation, trying to have some empathy. But after awhile of trying to live her life to the happiest, trying not to let anybody smooth her over into the pieces of sadness, she had a difficult time to do so. And for the first time in her life, Roseus felt alone.

After clicking back down the stairs with Fara following her, she entered the blush room with a calm and serious grace, shooting the workers a look that meant "don't you even dare tell the manager about it". This look was only given one other time, and the workers knew what it meant and took it to heart. With the workers taking this warning, they went back to work as Roseus knelt down next to the old, broken piece of rust and examined the delicate pieces. "If the manager ever finds out about this, the machine began running too fast, fell off the table, and you got scared and ran." Getting out of her crouching position, Roseus sprang to her feet, picked up the delicate pieces and cradled them in her arms to be put in the dumpster.

Grabbing her enormous backpack from her office, Roseus artfully stuck the pieces within her backpack, zipped it up and toted it down to the front lobby, Fara following along. The manager couldn't care less about when Roseus took a break, but was particularly surprised the new girl was following behind. Eyeing her for a moment, she made brief eye contact with Roseus, to which Roseus gave a bright but unwelcoming stare back. The grumpy manager resisted the urge to call her out and allowed the overseer and the new girl access outside for their "break". Turning a sharp right around the building, the duo made it to the side of the enormous factory to the unusually clean dumpster. Lifting the lid, Roseus fed it the 5 different pieces of the brush and smoother machine, secretly saluting it a goodbye after its 10 years of service.

Fara followed behind Roseus as they snuck around the back to the supply room, grabbing the brand new brush and smoother machine, cradling the silver device in her arms. Pushing open the door that led to the blush room with her foot, she carried the ten pound monster and placed it on the table with a bang . Ripping the plug out from the plastic twist tie, Roseus brought life to the machine, jamming the end into an outlet. The roar of the machine was instant, making most of the girls at the brush and smoother section jump at the added noise that suddenly appeared. Grabbing a bundle of the materials, she set them next to Fara's machine, scooting Fara in front of it. "Don't worry about anything, just don't throw the machine off again, there are no more spares." Giggling at her joke, she patted the girl on the back, leaving Fara to her job. Walking back to her office to drop off her bag, she couldn't help but think about her first day.

Roseus approached the big black building, a nervous look playing upon her face. It was never her choice to go there, her parents forced her. But the 12 year old Roseus knew that money was a necessity to her family at that moment, and that it wasn't a prerogative. Stepping shakily inside the dark building, she approached the young, unwrinkled manager, who greeted her with a smile and a handshake. The young, fresh woman scooted her along into the blush floor, with Roseus trembling like the machines she would work on.

The manager left her in the hands of a girl named Kai Haytonskan, the teenage overseer. Kai was amazing - she had attitude and spunk like she had never seen before. Her personality was vast; kind, caring, and not afraid to call someone out on something. Since Roseus would be working the blush floor only, Kai introduced her to all the machines, and particularly leaned upon the brush and smoother section. Showing the young girl how to work the machine, Kai left Roseus to get the hang of things.

When Roseus was 14, Kai had decided to leave the makeup factory and transfer over to the seamstress factory next door, particularly because she had a friend that worked there. When Kai walked out the door, she sent recommendations to the manager for Roseus to be the overseer for the blush floor. The manager wholeheartedly agreed, and then Roseus was almost basically in charge of the floor ever since. She basically filed through some papers, worked on the machines when her paperwork was done, and checked upon all the workers to make sure they weren't slacking off.

Roseus gripped the files that had been neatly tucked under her arms. Bidding the workers a brief ado, she skittered to the front lobby and shoved the paychecks and quotas into the managers face with a bright, happy smile. With an unimpressed look, the manager snatched the files away, hissing a brief thanks to the blond haired worker. Flipping through the quotas for a moment, the manager looked up, but was too late to see the flash of blond hair as Roseus left the old woman. She made her way back to the blush floor and checked up on Fara to see how she was doing.

The blond girl clicked her way up the hallway, an echo following her closely as she neared the machine's powerful hums. Finally entering the blush room, she looked around at all the workers. Some of them had some depressed, annoyed looks on their faces, while others had a warm, slightly smiling face that resulted from many good years at the factory. Even though many refused to see it, the factory wasn't a prison in which you made your living in. This factory had been established by a warm, unselfish Capitol family that dropped by every so often, and even gave pay raise for no reason at all. This was a friendly family environment that many had grown attached to, just as Roseus did, and hoped Fara would too.

Roseus looked at the clock, thinking it was almost time to go. The unhappy workers stared at the clock with a detested and longing look, almost as if the clock would be their savior. The happy workers ignored the clock with that slight smile upon their faces as they did their job to whatever machine they were instructed to work on that day. Among these beautiful smiling faces, she saw the face of Fara, who was still feeding her machine the proper materials, sticking her fingers in to get out the twined threads. Fara, for the first time Roseus had seen her, didn't have an angry, irritated look, rather a calm, relaxed expression as indicated by her body language.

Looking at the clock for another time, Roseus tracked down everything she had to do in her office. Realizing that office work was all done for her, she told the neighboring teenager next to Fara to get a snack from the machine and have a break. Gladly obliging, the teenaged girl left, and Roseus grabbed a handful of materials, placing it next to the machine she suddenly decided to work at. Well, lets see if I'm still any good at this... Grabbing a handful of the materials, she pushed the threads and cloth into the jaws of the machine, watching as it pushed out the perfect bristled brushes and pads that were to be sent to the Capitol.

Roseus pulled her ponytail tighter and wiped sweat away from her neck. Sticking the materials in again, she was suddenly alarmed at the sound of the buzzer, indicating the end of the day. How fast 4 hours flew was astounding to Roseus. Taking the last brush and smoother out of the machine, she set it with the other completed ones, flipping the switch of the little silver machine. Pulling Fara aside for a moment before she left, she knelt down and spoke "If your family needs anything, anything at all, come to me and I'll help you. Anyway, would you like me to walk you home and tell your parents you did a good job?" She bribed the girl with a good report with her parents. With a smile, she looked brightly upon the girl, knowing full well she would be running the blush floor one day.

The blonde girl was shown the way home by Fara, who seemed to have a pep in her step at the thought of her mother hearing the good news. She tagged along with Fara until she reached the home of the girl. Fara stepped into the house, looking around, slightly confused. “Sorry, I forgot she wasn’t going to be here. Thanks for walking with me, though.” Roseus realized that her parents must have taken up a job in the factories to support themselves after the death of their eldest daughter. This was normal for people who had a family member die, especially the dead District 9 tributes families. Roseus pushed the thought of Zynna away and sighed, looking at the girl once more.

Tucking her hands neatly in her pockets, she clicked her heels on the tile floor, trying to think of what to say. Looking at the girl with sorry eyes, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a 10 dollar bill. It was enough to buy 5 loaves of bread if the family went to the right place. Giving it to the girl, she said "Please, take it. I don't want it. Buy some food or something. Think of this as... a gift." Roseus smiled at the young brunette, observing her face as she took the money. Only rarely does Roseus ever decide to give a newbie money. Roseus shouldn't have given her money after she knocked over that expensive machine and ran. But something about Fara pleased Roseus, certainly making her have a mindset that she would lead the floor one day.

She stopped clicking her heels for a moment and looked at the watch on her wrist. Realizing it was getting late, she curtsied to Fara, bidding her ado until she returned to the factory in the morning to work on the mascara machines. "I need to go home, now. I'll see you in the morning, Vash will teach you how to make brushes. Goodbye! Tell your parents I said you did a good job!" Roseus excused herself and walked out the door, a smile still planted upon her face. I hope she isn't intimidated by me or anything. Was giving her money the right thing to do? The blond girl mentally nodded as she neatly folded her hands in her pocket and clicked her heels down the street. Her house was 30 minutes away.

The girl was lost in thought as she stepped down the street, only meeting a few other people that walked the other way. She waved to a few of them, her insane waving the only reason why they would wave back. Roseus clicked her heels up the driveway of her house, looking around at the polluted, ungreen place that was District 9. A shudder shivered down her shoulders. For a moment, she thought of Zynna. This place is too miserable... I should be reaped. Pushing away the thought, she stepped into her house, a frown planted firmly on her face.