Living an illusion? (Luna)

Nothing in this world can be so simple, can it? Everyone seems to want stories and games complex, to feed their intellectual curiosity; however, it's always the opposite for problems and situations; they want easy questions and solutions to the problems. But why do I talk about it, then, if this is common knowledge? It's a bit interesting to talk about items that seem so common knowledge yet not everyone can understand the logic behind it. Take that man, for example. Seems he wanted the easy way out of his life; yet, I think he doesn't quite get the reason for why everything can't be as simple as the days that roll by.

At the moment, I'm a bit anxious to talk to the girl. She still has that filthy mutt of a dog, and the thing really does scare me a lot. I thought she would have dropped the creature by now and let it scurry off, but I was mistaken. Come on. The reason the man was attacking you was because you had the dog in the first place. Why still carry it around? To defend yourself against me?. I really wish she would drop the dog, because I'm afraid that it will come jump on me - or try to - again. And I have no incentive or legitimate reason to put down a dog.

Taking precious time out for a walk to the park, we are. Every second, I feel that I'm hearing that dog breathing, just ready to pounce on me. Finally, I take my courage to words. "Hey, uh, I know that guy is knocked out and all, but I don't think it's best to keep that dog around. People might think you're really trying to steal it. It might go back to its owner once you set it down."

Besides being terrified of that dog being near me, I can see the park now. There's already people occupying the fields and the playground. I'm not entirely interested in the playground, mainly because I don't find the equipment provided that necessary to have a good time. Most times, I like games that involve just a ball, a piece of chalk, or even a stick. Maybe even a mental game. This is District 6, home of scientists, after all. Between the kids that are there, I can look like an outsider. Orphans at my place don't exactly come here often, and I'm not fitted in the best clothing. That doesn't matter to me, though. I'm just here to have a little fun.

Well, because I don't have a real partner (unless the girl is going to be) to play with, I walk up to the balancing bar and just place one foot after the other, arms out to help me. In a way, playing strengthens the body and keeps it fit. I suppose you could say that is why I partake in juvenile tasks. Out of all the playground equipment, this is the one I like the most. I smile a small one, engrossed in such a simple thing of walking back and forth on a steel bar just meant for balancing. Once in a while, there would be another kid to be on the beam with me, but they would lose interest fast and go to a slide, swing, or monkey bars. Well, now that I think about it, perhaps I should take advantage of the equipment. Not to tone my body or anything, but just in case of future missions.

My group might need me to crawl around in small areas, won't they? I need to be more familiar with doing unusual positions and stuff. Yes...