Bad day...as usual... (open)
Oct 7, 2010 13:49:26 GMT -5
Post by vividwriter on Oct 7, 2010 13:49:26 GMT -5
Jared Quivers sits pensively in his shack, not really thinking, just flipping through the pages of his life, reflecting on problems, or memories.
Problem 1-He lives in Panem
Problem 2-his parents are peacekeepers
Problem 3-He is a "poacher"
Problem 4-he has to take care of his cousins (feed them)
Problem 5-his cousin Amelia has contracted yellow fever, and needs more food.
Problem 6-there's no way he can get enough without getting caught.
Jared had no alternative, but to risk it. He must find someone to help him. But the problem stands that, anyone willing to risk death for food, wants to keep that food for themselves.
No one would risk it. Jared might not even himself. But he had to do something.
With a grunt of determination, Jared heaved himself from the chair, and slung his bag over his shoulder, and snatched up his bow.
The air outside is crisp and alert, warning of coming days of frost, ice, and snow. That's another problem, with his cousin sick, and winter coming on, he must be ready to say goodbye to her forever.
The crunch of golden brown leaves under his feet almost relaxed him. It carried memories of days hunting with his best friend, of younger days. But that was a segway into the most painful memory when his friend was accused of poaching and sentenced to the noose by Jared's own father. Head Peacekeeper York.
Jared returned his focus on the forest around him. Birds wailed against the breeze and fluttered about the trees. Not an animal worth shooting was in sight yet.
Jared adopted his hunters tread, and silently moved through the woods, when he spied an abnormality. A crater in the leaves, revealing forest floor, a sapling stripped of bark.
A buck had been here. Jared began to track. Soon he found a bedding spot, then he found droppings, then, just thirty minutes after his first discovery, he heard the gravelly voice of his prey. Jared found the Buck, and sent the arrow flying.
The arrows met the deer at the same time.
Jared sprinted after the deer as it bolted, the arrows still sticking out of it's heart. When he found it, the other hunter did too.
No. Jared thought. This cannot be happening! I brought that buck down!
But there the person stood, guarding Jared's deer.
Problem 1-He lives in Panem
Problem 2-his parents are peacekeepers
Problem 3-He is a "poacher"
Problem 4-he has to take care of his cousins (feed them)
Problem 5-his cousin Amelia has contracted yellow fever, and needs more food.
Problem 6-there's no way he can get enough without getting caught.
Jared had no alternative, but to risk it. He must find someone to help him. But the problem stands that, anyone willing to risk death for food, wants to keep that food for themselves.
No one would risk it. Jared might not even himself. But he had to do something.
With a grunt of determination, Jared heaved himself from the chair, and slung his bag over his shoulder, and snatched up his bow.
The air outside is crisp and alert, warning of coming days of frost, ice, and snow. That's another problem, with his cousin sick, and winter coming on, he must be ready to say goodbye to her forever.
The crunch of golden brown leaves under his feet almost relaxed him. It carried memories of days hunting with his best friend, of younger days. But that was a segway into the most painful memory when his friend was accused of poaching and sentenced to the noose by Jared's own father. Head Peacekeeper York.
Jared returned his focus on the forest around him. Birds wailed against the breeze and fluttered about the trees. Not an animal worth shooting was in sight yet.
Jared adopted his hunters tread, and silently moved through the woods, when he spied an abnormality. A crater in the leaves, revealing forest floor, a sapling stripped of bark.
A buck had been here. Jared began to track. Soon he found a bedding spot, then he found droppings, then, just thirty minutes after his first discovery, he heard the gravelly voice of his prey. Jared found the Buck, and sent the arrow flying.
The arrows met the deer at the same time.
Jared sprinted after the deer as it bolted, the arrows still sticking out of it's heart. When he found it, the other hunter did too.
No. Jared thought. This cannot be happening! I brought that buck down!
But there the person stood, guarding Jared's deer.
