Cows for sale {Sailor}
Jun 18, 2014 6:11:47 GMT -5
Post by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes on Jun 18, 2014 6:11:47 GMT -5
R E B E L L I O N I S O N L Y T H E B E G I N N I N G
J O E L H A D L E Y
DISTRICT10 | EIGHTEEN | MALE
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J O E L H A D L E Y
DISTRICT10 | EIGHTEEN | MALE
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Sweat pours from Joel's brow as the rays of the sun beam down through the trees scorching everything in it's path not caring who falls victim. The heat only seems to be getting worse as the time passes on. Rain doesn't fall from the sky quenching the thirst of the trees, grass, plants, animals, or people because something has gone terribly wrong. The dead, brown grass crunches under his feet as they carry him across the ground. Finding the nutrients his animals need during this time is growing harder especially since the money is scarce. Joel's father won't help him raise the money needed to care for his pigs because his father's animals have taken a turn for the worse as well.
He turned towards his cousin, Nataliya, begging her for help since money wasn't as scarce for them. She made Joel a deal telling him that if he worked for her during the day, she'd give him enough grass to feed the pigs for the day. Many times he's fought trying to bring together the water needed so the grass could turn from the ugly brown, to a green filled with life. He's worked with the volunteers as they made their way through the district trying to make the water run, and the hard work paid off slightly. It's all a plot. The Capitol takes all the food that they raise from each slaughter, but if all the animals die, the food won't last long. It's a plot to kill off all mankind.
Voices fly through the square bouncing off the walls forcing Joel to turn his head in that direction. Cows mooing fills the air surrounding the square. His eyes dart through the square listening to the angry voices as someone calls out numbers. His nostrils flair as a horrible scent slaps him across the face; it's' a smell he knows all too well - the smell of cow manure. He clasps his hand above his face fighting the smell away as his stomach churns. Cows isn't his type of animal, but with the way the weather has been going, Joel will take anything because desperate times bring in desperate measures.
Eyes dart in his direction as he makes his way towards the rest of the people. Every single individual here wants, needs, to bring home a prize cow for their family. His heart pounds under his chest as the sweat continues pouring form his face. Joel finds it strange that he's spent a lot of his time working in the farm looking after his pigs, out of all the times, he's never sweated like this. His feet stop when he's in the crowd and he looks around, staring, at each individual wondering who will be victorious but it doesn't matter as there seems to be a lot more animals left for sell.
He turned towards his cousin, Nataliya, begging her for help since money wasn't as scarce for them. She made Joel a deal telling him that if he worked for her during the day, she'd give him enough grass to feed the pigs for the day. Many times he's fought trying to bring together the water needed so the grass could turn from the ugly brown, to a green filled with life. He's worked with the volunteers as they made their way through the district trying to make the water run, and the hard work paid off slightly. It's all a plot. The Capitol takes all the food that they raise from each slaughter, but if all the animals die, the food won't last long. It's a plot to kill off all mankind.
Voices fly through the square bouncing off the walls forcing Joel to turn his head in that direction. Cows mooing fills the air surrounding the square. His eyes dart through the square listening to the angry voices as someone calls out numbers. His nostrils flair as a horrible scent slaps him across the face; it's' a smell he knows all too well - the smell of cow manure. He clasps his hand above his face fighting the smell away as his stomach churns. Cows isn't his type of animal, but with the way the weather has been going, Joel will take anything because desperate times bring in desperate measures.
Eyes dart in his direction as he makes his way towards the rest of the people. Every single individual here wants, needs, to bring home a prize cow for their family. His heart pounds under his chest as the sweat continues pouring form his face. Joel finds it strange that he's spent a lot of his time working in the farm looking after his pigs, out of all the times, he's never sweated like this. His feet stop when he's in the crowd and he looks around, staring, at each individual wondering who will be victorious but it doesn't matter as there seems to be a lot more animals left for sell.
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