gonna take just that i'm made of ( evelyn )
Nov 26, 2016 0:16:27 GMT -5
Post by glissando on Nov 26, 2016 0:16:27 GMT -5
parker lyra bowden
"ONCE, GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE, AND SOLD!"
A loud voice booms from a shitty speaker that mangles the words almost beyond recognition. With the poverty in this part of the district, it's a miracle they were able to afford even this little bit of technology. I wince as the loudspeaker makes a shrill groan that rattles around in my ears. Judging from the crowd's reaction, they're shaken too. Perhaps this thing isn't such a miracle after all.
I'm not in the thick of the auction where I'd like to be. The Calders don't trust me there, and I don't really blame them, even if I'd know I'd be damn good at bidding. I'm not a terribly trustworthy person. Mrs. Calder says she can see it in my eyes, and I'm not so sure about that, but I can see it in my thoughts and actions and words.
Somehow, she finds the generosity within her to let me handle the cows before the auction. That what she says, anyway - it's more of a punishment for me, and I think she knows it too. I need adventure or at least movement and I am forced to simply stand, waiting for my turn to present, then wait some more for the whole ordeal to be over. It's all terribly boring, and the void in my head is unbearable. I watch the crowd for anything interesting, but nobody stands out. Like the cattle, we are all the same here.
For now, I suppose, I must wait for something to happen. The passivity of it stirs something angry up in my stomach, but I am powerless to change the circumstances.
{ title lyrics from "to the wild" by mother mother }
A loud voice booms from a shitty speaker that mangles the words almost beyond recognition. With the poverty in this part of the district, it's a miracle they were able to afford even this little bit of technology. I wince as the loudspeaker makes a shrill groan that rattles around in my ears. Judging from the crowd's reaction, they're shaken too. Perhaps this thing isn't such a miracle after all.
I'm not in the thick of the auction where I'd like to be. The Calders don't trust me there, and I don't really blame them, even if I'd know I'd be damn good at bidding. I'm not a terribly trustworthy person. Mrs. Calder says she can see it in my eyes, and I'm not so sure about that, but I can see it in my thoughts and actions and words.
Somehow, she finds the generosity within her to let me handle the cows before the auction. That what she says, anyway - it's more of a punishment for me, and I think she knows it too. I need adventure or at least movement and I am forced to simply stand, waiting for my turn to present, then wait some more for the whole ordeal to be over. It's all terribly boring, and the void in my head is unbearable. I watch the crowd for anything interesting, but nobody stands out. Like the cattle, we are all the same here.
For now, I suppose, I must wait for something to happen. The passivity of it stirs something angry up in my stomach, but I am powerless to change the circumstances.
{ title lyrics from "to the wild" by mother mother }
