Raising Lions(Luna, Semper, Closed)
Aug 6, 2010 23:08:54 GMT -5
Post by [Ree]craft on Aug 6, 2010 23:08:54 GMT -5
Defiance Lee
Life, I think, is what is most important to all people. Many will kid themselves and say their spouse is most important to them. One, your spouse is a life. Two, that's not true. Even they will kill their own spouse to save themselves. This counts for me to. I'm not saying I have a spouse. I won't ever have a spouse for precisely this reason, and a scattering of other too... But right now I'm committing a crime to live. I'm stealing.
I've done it many times. So many that I've had to get new hair pins to undue locks. I stole the money for them from some bread-maker's house. I don't really care who. Now I steal for food. It's a routine thing I do twice a week. Steal about two days worth of food from different houses. Then I ration them so I have three days worth of food, and then I spend Sunday starving.
No, not really. I steal once a week, and supply myself with food from the district hunting grounds. Technically this is illegal. I should be shot, cause this to is also stealing, but this time I'm stealing something from the capitol that the capitol didn't know they had. Completely harmless, really, but still, the law says I should be shot. Mad, eh?
Today is Wednesday. Stealing day. Routine as usual, and I'm relaxed and at ease. Maybe a little to at ease, but for some reason, I woke up a bit lazy this morning. A bit slack, and I can't pull myself together enough to be more tense. I've stolen what I need for now, and I'm just making my leisurely way out of the place when an out of place makes me cock my head.
What if I've miscalculated, and I'm not alone?