Sheepish Behavior [Marree, hyperfitched]
Feb 13, 2015 0:33:35 GMT -5
Post by hyperfitched on Feb 13, 2015 0:33:35 GMT -5
The morning routine was the usual: stumble to the bathroom and wash up. Kellen's heavy feet dragged heavy on the ground as his body continued to wake up. The cracked mirror that bore his face seem even grittier than usual. Today it made his reflection grimacing. It had been four days since he had last shaved. There was an abundance of stubble covering his upper lip and the bottom of his face. His blue eyes carried enormous dark rings beneath them, making him seem has if he hadn't slept for weeks (though it had only be a few days). He splashed the water from the sink onto his face in a last attempt remind his body that he was ready to wake up. Cold.
Clear droplets fell from the angles in his chin back into the sink; he counted them. One. Two. Three, four. Five. The sound of the liquid collision beneath his head reminded him of the strange rhythmic lullabies his mother used to sing to him. They used to be the only way he could asleep. The only real softness in his life. Kellen wiped the remainder of the water from his face with a towel. He stripped down and splashed the rest of his body clean. As soon as he was dry, he marched towards his room to scrounge through the laundry basket for something clean. He was an extremely tidy person with everything but his clothes. There were clothes thrown about all over his room. It took Kellen a few minutes, but he found his jeans from the day before and a semi-okay smelling black t-shirt. They were good enough to repeat for a few more days.
He exited his room and took a left down the hall. The only thing to the right of his room was his brother's. And he not want to associate with that lunatic, especially this early in the morning. The hall led to the living room and connected to the kitchen. It was always warmer in the kitchen than any other room in the house. Kellen's family had no central heating and cooling systems like District Ten's justice building had. Somehow the kitchen always just remained slightly warmer than whatever temperature the other rooms in the house were. The brunette grabbed a slightly rotten apple from the pile on the counter, slipped his feet in the shoes by the door, and waltzed out.
Kellen had overslept a little bit and, as such, it was a lot brighter out than it was every other morning when he got up on time. He raised his hand up to cover his eyes during the long seconds it took for them to adjust to the dramatic change in brightness. The sheep pen was around the right side of the house, but anyone could tell they were close to it before it even came into view. It smelled of old hay, grass, and wet mud. It was a familiar smell in District Ten though, and thankfully not the worst smell. The pen door opened easily and Kellen slipped inside, quiet so not to startle any of the sheep. He made his way to the right side of the pen where the roof was covered; that was where the sheep food was kept. What the he-
"Who are you?" Where there should have been a pile of food bags, instead was a young girl. The bags of food were now pushed up against the side of the wall, piled messily and the girl looked up at him, seemingly confused. She had long brown hair and a familiar tenderness in her eyes. The girl had been leaning over one of his sheep. "What are you doing?" The sheep was breathing heavily and laying on it's side. "What are you doin' to her? How'd you get here?" They were all questions that needed to be answered immediately, before he lost his mind.
