In the trees [OPEN]

Kileen sat at the base of a tree. Her mud-caked hands clenched her legs, her feet kept her from falling backwards or vice versa. She watched a girl, around her age maybe, climb up the tree in front of her. Isn't she supposed to be working? Kileen brushed the question away, she herself was supposed to be working too. Then, from the tree, came forth the song of the mockingjays. Kileen loved listening to the song, it was so...so... pretty. There wasn't anything like it, really. Kileen stood up, rubbing her hands against her pants. She walked over to the tree the girl was in, craning her neck so she could see her, and waved.

Kileen climbed up the tree too, accepting her invitation without exactly aknowledging it. She squated on the branch next to the girl's, anylazing the fruit to see which was good or not, and then grabbing the ripe fruit by the body, and twisting it around 'til the stem broke. Kileen used her arm as a basket of sorts -- she forgot her own at home. It was worn down anyway, the twigs that held it together breaking apart. Everytime she placed a ripe fruit into her "basket," she'd glance at the girl, noticing every change in position and what not. Eventually, gathering up some courage and the will to speak, she introduced herself. "I'm Kileen." Then she went back to picking fruit.

Kileen grinned at the girl, otherwise known as Kathrin. She gladly took the bucket, carefully placing each fruit into it as not to bruise them and continued to pick. While she picked, Kileen wondered where did Kathrin get the buckets? Kathrin was very quick when she went to get it.... Maybe it was near? "Nice to meet you too," Kileen said quietly. And with that usual blank expression on her face, her mind naturally void of thoughts -- or, at least, the thoughts were random -- she continued to pick fruit. Occasionally she would take one of the bruised fruit, and bite into it, savoring the juice, then drop the core as a manner of disposing it. Kileen knew she wasn't aloud to do so, but she did it anyway.

Kileen watched Kathrin climb down the tree and gave it to one of the workers. She turned her attention back to the tree she was working on. She didn't expect Kathrin to come back -- which she didn't. Of course. Kileen seemed to freak people out like that, she didn't think much of it before and probably still won't. When she was done, she climbed down the tree and handed the bucket to a worker, who gave her the earned money. Then she went to the next tree.

[OOC: Erm... I don't know much about the layout of D-11... So... I'm going to guess... ]

Kileen glanced back, surprised. That was Kathrin, wasn't it? Wow, Kileen never thought she'd speak to her again, or at least, so soon. "I live in the uber-tiny house; it's just one room. Down the main street, can't miss it!" Kileen said this as loudly as she could so she could be heard. "And you?" Kileen had now turned around completely, sitting so that she was facing Kathrin's direction.

Kileen climbed down the tree, too, the almost full bucket hanging from the crook of her elbow. She went to the worker, repeating the process once again, and crouched besides Kathrin, hugging her knees. She watched the other citzens work, the young kids play around on the green, lush grass. It was so relaxing, it almost brought a smile to her face. "Thank you. For the bucket, I mean."

Then she looked up and started staring at the light blue sky. Watching the puffy clouds roll forward, the leaves on apple trees twirl against the wind. It was harmonal, it seemed. Very pretty, yes. The mockingjays sang there song, as the usually would do. Relaxing.