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Well, sometimes it?s sweet and sometimes it?s salty. Like if I have an egg for dinner, what is it?

Harvesting? Ugh! ((Open)) Oct 23, 2011 19:13:14 GMT -5

Post by Max on Oct 23, 2011 19:13:14 GMT -5

you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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Fleur woke up, yawning. It was just the time she woke up. Her parents were always waking up really late so she woke up earlier so she could sneak out. Fleur peeled off her small night gown and slipped on her usual outfit, shorts that were maybe a bit too short and a bat winged shirt. Her style was unusual for her district, but she wanted to be different and unique. Her parents made her feel out of sorts and weird but she wanted to feel nice and unique.

Fleur slipped out of an open window of her small room and ran, occasionally looking behind her to see that her parents weren't there. She finally reached her favorite place to be, an apple tree she named 'Mary'. Fleur was also very imaginative. She climbed the tree and looked above, around her. She heard a rustling noise, causing her to look alertally down at the cause of the sound. She realised it was just a person collecting apples. "Hi!" Fleur said enthusiastically and jumped down from her tree. "I'm Fleur, and you are?" She then realised that she was talking to nobody and it was just her imagination. Sighing, she climbed back in the tree, slumping down, lying down in the tree.

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Well, sometimes it?s sweet and sometimes it?s salty. Like if I have an egg for dinner, what is it?

Harvesting? Ugh! ((Open)) Oct 23, 2011 19:47:49 GMT -5

Post by Max on Oct 23, 2011 19:47:49 GMT -5

you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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Fleur was daydreaming, yet again, when she heard a voice. "Hi there, my name is Mark." the voice said. Fleur curiously got onto a sturdy branch, looking down at the source of the voice. "I see you were talking to a tree?" Fleur blushed in embarrassment, looking down. "I... like pretending that stuff can talk to me. You know, so I can... actually talk to someone." Fleur offered her talking partner a weak grin, and jumped off of the sturdy branch, landing on her feet. "I'm Fleur-Milan Jaxon. You can call me... Fleur." She said, looking up Mark. "Nice to meet you."

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Well, sometimes it?s sweet and sometimes it?s salty. Like if I have an egg for dinner, what is it?

Harvesting? Ugh! ((Open)) Oct 23, 2011 20:48:24 GMT -5

Post by Max on Oct 23, 2011 20:48:24 GMT -5

you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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"It's a long story..." Fleur offered Mark a weak grin. She wasn't used to being in conversations, because she was a bit of a loner and had no friends but the ones that were imaginary. She jumped up on a low branch that was hanging down, just enough that she could easily get on it without climbing the tree again. Fleur started humming a song that she had heard as a kid. Then her voice wandered off into a full song. When she realised what she was doing, she hung her head and apologized. "Sorry, I sometimes break out singing. It's a... what's the word?" She thought of the word she was looking for than finally added, "Habit. Yeah, a habit."

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Harvesting? Ugh! ((Open)) Oct 24, 2011 5:30:18 GMT -5

Post by Wizardly01 on Oct 24, 2011 5:30:18 GMT -5

"Hmm a long story? Fascinate me." Mark said. He was listening to that song she was humming and he realized he heard it too and hummed along with her. "Habits huh? We all have em'" Mark started smiled at Fleur

. After, Mark was investigating a twig on a ground then snapped it in half and threw it to the ground. Then afterwards, he ate another red apple.

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Harvesting? Ugh! ((Open)) Nov 6, 2011 1:08:48 GMT -5

Post by Lockjocker on Nov 6, 2011 1:08:48 GMT -5

Gorthen Roxon, a young sixteen year old male, is seen heading towards the eastern fields of District Eleven. He carries on his back, a Brown sack filled with unknown contents. He still has the same blank expression he's had every day in his life on his face as he does so. He grumbles as he spies the currently mud-washed fields and slowly heads over to them, his Deep Tan skin shining slightly in the sun.

Once he's reached the nearby fence, outside the fields, he sits down on it and begins to look through his bag, trying to find something inside it, not paying attention if anyone's nearby or not.

Farming's my life. Tilling the Earth, caring for the plants, and working each day, is what I do. What I am. Nothing more. - "Gorthen Roxon"

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Harvesting? Ugh! ((Open)) Nov 17, 2011 18:29:04 GMT -5

Post by sirki on Nov 17, 2011 18:29:04 GMT -5

A fifteen-year-old is running from the direction of the rice and pumpkin fields, but then sees everyone and dashes behind a tree, hiding and confused. No one ever comes this way. What if they wanted to know why her mother wasn't working? Or why she wasn't working at the moment either? What if they were undercover Peacekeepers? She had heard the stories, seen the punishments. She couldn't get caught; her family needed her to work. That was the whole point of her existence. She couldn't lie herself out of it, either; she'd be lucky if she could remember how to give an intelligent greeting.

She crouched, waiting for the right moment to run back.

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Harvesting? Ugh! ((Open)) Nov 20, 2011 18:33:25 GMT -5

Post by Lockjocker on Nov 20, 2011 18:33:25 GMT -5

Gorthen growled as he pulled from his pouch a somewhat long wooden stick with a cylindrical notch in one end. He also pulls a slightly rusted curved blade from the bag with an end that matches the notch. He takes the blade and slides it into the notch, twisting it slightly, a slight clicking noise being heard from it, showing it locked into place. Taking the old, rusted scythe he heaves his body over the side of the fence and walks into the fields. He pauses for a second and looks behind him. "Hmm?..."

he looks around and blinks. 'I...I could have sworn I heard something...' he thinks to himself. He spies a woman seeming to be talking to someone in the apple orchard across from the Corn fields, however he isn't able to see who it is she's talking to. Shaking his head, he begins to get to work, taking the scythe and using it's slightly jagged blade to cut the vines on some of the mud covered pumpkins. He continues cutting and harvesting, getting his ragged and patched up clothes covered in the same mud he's working in. One corn stalk...two...three...

Farming's my life. Tilling the Earth, caring for the plants, and working each day, is what I do. What I am. Nothing more. - "Gorthen Roxon"