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I knew when, posted this that it was really lazy. To be completly honest with you Shrimpeh, I don't have many threads in D8, so the whole point of that was to get thrown in the DC. Anyway, this should be much better:

Hector Alexander:

You can understand why, Hector would be fustrated can't you? I certainley can, stuck in the same routine over, and over, and over. Pull off the covers, get out of bed, dunks his head in water to wake himself up, and step by step walks out th the fields. Clouds roll over at exacley the same pace as everyday, and like a zombie do his duty.

The smoke that slowly spread behind the hill where Hector tended to the flock was like a constant reminder that there was life outside of his job that was once fun and represented what he'd worked so hard to earn. Now though, the job grew empty and was almost like a black hole, sucking what precious time Hector had in his youth.

So one day, he ditched, it wasn't hard in the slightest. He just never unlocked the sheep from the penn, sure they wern't gonna be able to eat. But come on, they're sheep, and fat sheep at that. Hector knew how much work he'd invested in those animals, he could have a day off, it was a sure thing.

He gave them some water, and then just took off running. The running really made him think long and hard about what he wanted to do. Every time his left foot stepped forward he considered somthing rational, even wondering if who showed up to school today. School in the 8th district wasn't like it in other districts, this district may not have been the poorest, but with maybe the exception of maybe D11, this district required more out of the youth in the factories, and the fields than any other. So it was a crapshoot who turned up to school, and on what day. However, with every step of the right foot during the run spewed some irrational crap, that at the time Hector thought was just not gonna happen. Steal his lunch, get in a fight, forget his name, they all sounded great until Hector was reminded of who he was. Ruining his life didn't sound as fun as everything he'd previously said.

But when Hector got into town, he noticed a movment in an alley that wasn't supposed to be there. Approaching stealthily, a sudden burts of adrenahline told Hector somthing was about to occur. As his perspective changed, the outline of a man peeked from behind a wall, and then a another outline, this one of man standing over the other. Hector turned the corner and saw peace keeper relentlessly beating a man.

Without truly knowing what he was doing he tackled the Capitolite, getting a shoulder in the bigger guy's chest and hearing an UMPF on impact. It strangly satisfied Hector, but he couldn't summon another burst of violence when the Peacekeeper got up and turned towards him. His eyes narrowed and he drew back his fist, but then he toppled over like a tree who he'd been uprooted. The poor man stood behind the crumpled figure, and unlike Hector he didn't waste any time, he said thank you and stuffed a flask of gin into Hectors hands, then he took flight.

Hector normally had quick reflexes, but he knew what all this meant, and the fact that he could see everything in his life start collapsing around him, would make better men freeze. So, he did what anyone who's screwed over would do, try to enjoy the little time left. Hector was swiggin away at that drink, and he'd drained faster than you could say, Alchol doesn't give you anwsers, and he could respond, "Nope, but it makes you forget the question."

Lets now turn to Hector for how it he felt, "the little vibrations that made me tickle soon turned into a sloshy feeling, like all the water inside of me would tip,tip,tip,tip BAHAHAHA, over to the left."

Then Hector, in hiis drunken state, had a grand idea, make a speech. He knew that the police were coming for him, so why not stirr somthing up before they took him. This is what he said. ""Whyzzzzz do weeeeezzzzzz pu- up with these shits, guys we hold the key!!! The Capies can't touch us if we all stand upzzzzzzz!! See they're coming to stopzzzzz me speakeding the truuzzze, and I'msss- I'sss lovers you guyss."

At that point the Peacekeeper who punched Hector in the face, and made him loes conscious, was doing a public service, the crowd was scared of the retarted drunk kid, he seemed like a menice to society.