A day in the fields [Summer] (closed group)

Rose Alcoat had jumped from her tree, her arm full of fruits. She carefully counted and separated them, placing the non-perfect ones in the garbage basket. She carefully added up her work and noticed she was done, and so early, she smiled feeling pleased with herself. She looked into the basket with the perfect, not so mushy fruits. She bit her lip looking at the fruit, her stomach growled, "One wont hurt," she thought. She carefully slipped an apple into her side pocket on her brownish jacket. She looked around wildly, then left.

Rose walked along her normal path, through the orchards, and around the fields. When she rounded the corner out of the orchards she came into contact with the pumpkin fields. She looked to the center where a boy, around her age, was plowing the fields. She looked closer, "I don't think I know that boy," she says aloud. She wondered why he was working alone. She leaps over the fence around the field cautiously and approaches the boy.

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On the particular day, I wanted to stay alone. I once again worked agressively in the fields. Cutting wheat with a scythe, sweating even in the slightly sunny chill of the slow wind. My hands ached, but yet he continued to work rhythmically on his work, not stopping to chat with anyone in determination of getting done. Being out of school, the most I had to do was work hard and get my muscles up to their strongest with the lack of food. A short distance away, from the corner of my eye, I spotted Gorthen, who had the near same situation as I did, with a gone parent. But my problem was that I had no one to go back to, yet was noticed more often. I looked over, and as usual, Gorthen was alone. Well... Maybe I could help him once. At least... I supposed I was right, and started cutting the wheat closer to the other field furiously. I felt eyes on me as I sweated a bit more, and slowed down, emberassed. Why am I acting so suspicious? I could just walk over there.

I smiled and wiped my forehead of sweat, starting to walk over. I paused for just a moment, gaping at a girl who came in. But from where? I spied the fence and understood, and watched as she walked over to Gorthen with a basket of something and a bulge in her pocket. My smile sticked. Naughty, naughty girl... But cute. I continue my trek, fast again, yet good enough to not arouse getting in trouble for lack of work. "What's going on?" Immediately after I approached I started striking the ground myself with my scythe, hoping Gorthen- and the girl- could use some extra company.

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Gorthen grunted as he continued working in the pumpkin fields. He took the scythe and continued the hard and tiring work in the hot sun. He didn't complain at all. He learned a while back that complaining gets you put in worse situations. Better remain silent and be compliant. He raised the scythe once more and dug it into the ground when he heard it.

By yourself again, hmm?

It was that voice. That same, pesky voice in his head that always spoke up at the wrong times.

leave me alone.

What? and leave you sane? I'm afraid that's never going to happen.[/I][/color]

He groaned as he slammed the scythe deep into the dirt with his strength and pulled back a deep, deep ridge in the earth. He just paused as he listened for a moment at the silence, and the annoying voice in his head.

well, lookie here! Someone's come to cheer you up.

Quiet![/I]

It was true. He heard the dirt shuffling of someone approaching him. turning to look he saw not one, but two people. the girl had already approached him, when the boy did as well. He asked a question common with the more friendly kids of the District. Gorthen blinked as he looked at the two. Not wanting to talk, he just went back to work, glancing at the boy and the girl.

When he felt the girl tap him on the shoulder and ask him a question, his eyes just narrowed and he shook his head no. He continued to plow, but this time in the opposite direction, hoping to move away from the small crowd that had gathered near him.[/font][/color]

Jeeze, talk about Anti-social.

I don't want you causing any more problems for me, so be quiet.[/I][/color][/font]

Ugh... I shifted my shoulder uncomfortably, sensing someone's eyes looking me over, and the girl who came up after her fruit harvest, spoke up. "I was just coming over here to see why he is all alone." I nodded silently, easily fitting Gorthen's mood of solemn quietness. It was easy for me to understand what he'd been through, and that sometimes the best comfort is to be alone, and sometimes the best comfort was help when it wasn't wanted. This scenario was the first one, so far, with only a shake of the head. I moved over a row or two and started digging in with his scythe rhythmically again, eyes darting upwards only at the sound of one single, quiet word, one question that would make anyone in the district beg the Capitol for help with.

"Hungry?" Oh, no... No, no, no... You're gonna get us all killed... I looked up only briefly to see the girl reaching into her pocket, my eyes flicking to Gorthen for a reaction. It struck me as odd, just remembering that another girl had come by and was also trying to help Gorthen out... mostly, actually, to get help herself. This could either end really bad, or we'll all be chomping on apples like no tomorrow as if there was a festival... and she's new here. Great, she'll be handing out food left and right if she goes to school. Good thing I had to drop out, or my hands would be bleeding right now with whip marks.

As a distraction, I attempted to call the new girl over to break the slight tension hanging in the air of the offer of food. I waved her over while attempting to plow at the ground at the same time, which did not work out. It swung dangerously far back, right near my foot, and with the momentum as it swung back, the scythe left my hand and wedged into the ground in front of my feet. I looked up again, blushed, and put my hand down. I'm pretty sure it wasn't supposed to happen like that, but it looked like I did it on purpose.

"Hungry?"

Gorthen just hefted up the scythe again and paused, when the girl asked if he as hungry. He looked over to her, swung his scythe into the ground and pulled, not raising it up again, just pulling the scythe, walking away from the small group. He didn't want to have any part with this girl, especially if she got caught. He had seen the beaten bodies at the Town Square. He'd always stuck to following the law, not wanting to end up like them, but this girl might cause his good streak to finally be broken.[/color]

So, you're going to tell the peacekeepers, then?

Well, it would be better then pain.

Oh, Come on! Live a little! It wouldn't hurt to get one apple. Besides, who's going to miss it? The Capitol? They have more than enough already.

Well, what about the other districts?[/font]

Oh, as if one apple could keep an entire district from starving, let alone eleven. Don't be too generous, Be just a little selfish![/I]

These conversations always happened inside his brain. One reason he hardly talks is because of the constant arguements he has with the voice. It's such a pain. Always telling him to steal some of this, eat some of that. The voice never stops.

Well how about you just make some friends, then?[/Color]

He paused to look up at the three. They were acting so casual and being so friendly. He couldn't bring himself to act like that, not after so many years of solitude. Maybe, just maybe...if he tried...

No. He just can't do it.[/font]