How to kill a perfectly fine TREE {Luke/Abraham}
Jul 2, 2016 12:32:52 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jul 2, 2016 12:32:52 GMT -5
 “Working is my hobby”A L U K E C O L L I N S - D I S T R I C T 7 Thud. Another swing. Thud. Another swing. With the impact of each swing of his axe, the tree was starting to lean backwards. His ripped muscles were exposed as he had no other clothing on except a sleeveless white shirt and blue jeans. Clothes were an obstacle to his work so he frequently wears only comfortable items of clothing, things that allow him to move without any restrictions. He was breathing with his mouth, no, panting with his mouth. Even though he was rapidly expelling a breath every second, he didn't stop making swings at the truck of the tree. Every time the sharp edge of his tool strike it, the bark seems to fly off to the damp forest ground, which was once dirt but now thick mud. There were numerous showers these days as if the skies desired to wash down the scarlet blood of the fallen tributes during the current Hunger Games. But, he doubted it was raining inside the arena. He quickly slid away the thoughts related to the Hunger Games. No point in thinking about something despairing, he thought, to ruin my own normal mood. The tree was on the edge of collapsing now with only a small middle truck remaining. The grip on the handle of his axe tightened and Luke swung, horizontally, at it. It was the final swing. The tree was chopped down and hit the ground with a thud, the leaves rustling and even the strongest branches snapping when it did. His chest was rising and falling and the glares of the mid-morning sun did not aid him. It only created beads of sweat that fell down from his temples and forehead like gentle teardrops. They didn't survive long, Luke wiped them with the back of his left hand. With his axe on its place on his shoulder, he approached the fallen tree. It was not gigantic but not small either. The surface of it was rough with steel bark covering it. The leaves were still green, and became even greener when the rays of sunlight intensified it. "Alright, I slayed two trees with a few hours. I am going for a short break." He shouted out to the other workers near him and spun on his heel, heading to the tree where he left his duffel bag. Lunch for today was fresh bread with eggs, an apple and a canteen of water. When you are a workaholic, you never have to face that gnawing worry of suffering from starvation. He earns sufficient coins to feed himself and the monthly income of his parents shields their household from poverty. But, they were not that rich either. He nipped the side of the bread with eggs sandwiched between, chewing idly. He should be hungry now, especially after using so much energy. And, he was hungry, he was just struck in his own garden of thoughts. It usually takes about three chews for him to fall back to earth, for the delicious taste of the food to begin spreading inside his mouth. It should be minutes away from 12 am, judging from the position of the burning sun in the sky. The glares of it pierced through small openings between the leaves and twigs and cast millions of tiny light spots on the ground. He thanked to no one in particular, for having a place under a tree, free of filthy mud, just small blades of grass underneath him. It did not take very long for him to finish his meal. It did not take him very long to do anything when his concentration was pinned on it, when he caged his thoughts. He was brushing off his hands and about to fish for the apple inside the bag when the thud sound came. His coral blue eyes searched for the source and it was from a boy chopping down a tree. Or at least that was what it seemed like. He studied the male who was not very far from him. The way he was holding the axe, it seemed foreign as if he was new to handling an axe. That made him wonder if he was even from his district after all. He frowned lightly, a bare line appearing between his brows. Even though his physique clearly indicated that he was strong, he did not swing the axe correctly. It was not in the way that actually leave impressions on the stem. Luke brought the apple into his palm and stood up, heading towards the male. Under the light, his brown hair was darkened a bit more. The opacity of the shadows on his face had decreased, he noticed the short stubble going down from his temples to his chin and the black eyebrows of his. His fair skin was luminous when the sunlight catches it. When he had noticed his presence, he turned and Luke saw the color of his eyes- dark yet warm. A peculiar combination. Luke leaned against the bark of a tree and asked in a cool, curious tone. "Where are you from?" The words were not very worthy for a first conversation but he attempted to make himself seem open and friendly by making a warm smile at him. He was good at smiling after all. |
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