Dualisms [North]
Apr 17, 2012 12:13:33 GMT -5
Post by rook on Apr 17, 2012 12:13:33 GMT -5
The Woodards Twins
Rubik Woodards did not enjoy cleaning up. He did not enjoy cleaning up when people had been sat at home doing nothing all day, whilst he had been working. Sure, his father was an abusive, depressive wreck that rarely spoke, that was a given. His sister was at school for most of the day, but his brother? His brother had been watching recaps of the 60th Hunger Games Finale. It was sick that Pandora even enjoyed that twisted shit, but then again, Pandora was a twisted guy.
Even now he was watching Claudius Templesmith and Caesar Flickerman discuss the true meaning of Reyes Moreno's suicide that shook the districts. Sat slumped in his chair, chewing on a toothpick of sorts. Rubik shot him an unseen glare, before returning his attention to scrubbing up plates. Rubik wasn't one to make a big deal of something like this, but something about Pandora's obsession with the Games annoyed him. He was almost worried his brother would be the type to volunteer. He was selfish enough.
A heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder. Pandora was up, jacket in hand.
"C'mon, we need food, let's go..." He said, chewing the wooden spike, his hair a mess over his face. Rubik rolled his eyes.
"I'm a little busy, you go..." The older of the twins buried his hand into his pocket and threw a sack of coins to his younger sibling. It would get him out of his hair and give the lazy teen some fresh air too. Pandora grinned, ruffling his brother's hair, who responded by trying to elbow him in the ribs, yet Pandora dodged.
"Too slow!" He laughed, "Smell ya' later..."
Pandora considered himself lucky to be entrusted with Rubik's weeks earnings, but he wasn't moronic enough to blow it all on drugs. He cared too much about his little sister and his clone. That was what Rubik was, an indifferent clone with a mature personality.
He entered the market, already scanning for meat. Rubik would have said: 'Bread first, then vegetables, then meat', but Pandora had different priorities. Meat was protein, and protein was muscle. He purchased a slab of cow, enough to feed six or seven. Probably more meat than he should have bought, but no one would complain with a joint this tender.
He headed over to the vegetable stand. Veggies kept you healthy. That was all he could remember learning from school. How to sew and how to eat healthy. He bought a bunch of carrots, leeks and onions. He liked leeks, they were crisper than onions and more subtle. He could make a mean leek and beef pie with what he had bought... He knew there was some flour somewhere in the house. Pandora may not have been good for much, but he was a great cook.
