Khakie Barn
Feb 3, 2009 20:02:07 GMT -5
Post by BeyondSaving on Feb 3, 2009 20:02:07 GMT -5
Logan had never been to district one, he was curious. He heard it was as close as you could get to the capitol without actually going, there all the riches, most of the glory, and a decent setting. But all the same, the people and their children were still slaves.
When he came into the district he was shocked. He had cleared the surrounding fence, which didn't seem as high or restrictive as in other districts and he ran the cobble stone paths and paved roads until he came to and actual high tech store. A STORE. They had markets in every district, but not malls,not stores, not shopping centers.....not like this/.
Logan pushed his way to the large revolving doors, nicely paned glass windows standing much taller than his largely built 6' 3'' frame. He had actually,finally put a shirt on to come to the nice district, he had covered up his finally tuned muscles. As he walked in the door he continued to pick at the fabric, he wasn't used to having material cling to him other than his old faded blue glory carpenter jeans. Appearing over the tall threshold he gasped. Such a glorious store for a district. Still,probably only the best of the best could shop here.
He knew right where he needed to go, he wanted new pants, he loved his jeans but the holes and tears were becoming unacceptable . He headed straight towards the Khaki Barn, ruffling his already messy hair.
When he came into the district he was shocked. He had cleared the surrounding fence, which didn't seem as high or restrictive as in other districts and he ran the cobble stone paths and paved roads until he came to and actual high tech store. A STORE. They had markets in every district, but not malls,not stores, not shopping centers.....not like this/.
Logan pushed his way to the large revolving doors, nicely paned glass windows standing much taller than his largely built 6' 3'' frame. He had actually,finally put a shirt on to come to the nice district, he had covered up his finally tuned muscles. As he walked in the door he continued to pick at the fabric, he wasn't used to having material cling to him other than his old faded blue glory carpenter jeans. Appearing over the tall threshold he gasped. Such a glorious store for a district. Still,probably only the best of the best could shop here.
He knew right where he needed to go, he wanted new pants, he loved his jeans but the holes and tears were becoming unacceptable . He headed straight towards the Khaki Barn, ruffling his already messy hair.
