Just another day for a Rebel in Hell (OPEN)
Sept 16, 2011 15:10:36 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix Fire on Sept 16, 2011 15:10:36 GMT -5
Dagan walked through town watching people move here and there, going over they’re daily schedules on a normal Saturday. This was life on the farms in District 11 and nothing had changed for so many years. To the outside eyes no one ever see what he saw. The Peace Keepers still kept order, sometimes to harshly, store owners still sold and bought goods, kids still played unknowingly living in a world of hell. Yet to the trained eye like Dagans was you could see so much more. Even in his own life there had been changes. He was now trying to build an underground group with Ash, trying to show the whole of Panem that the Capitol was not the answer but the problem. They were living in a world of pain and full on suffering and everyone knew it.
Ash, her very name made a smirk appear on his lips. What had it been, a couple of weeks since they had met at the school? Now they were closer then Dagan could have ever guessed and she was basically his right hand in this struggle and she made it clear she would not rather be anywhere else. She was so strong underneath that giggly school girl attitude, she was a revolutionary that was ready to take back her life from those who had taken it from her. Every bit of that Dagan desired, making her more and more appealing to him as she spoke, as she moved and she sat there thinking at school. He had never thought of anyone like this and even his little sister seemed to notice the change that was culminating in him. It wasn’t even a bad thing…no it was something that could be taken VERY well.
As the town past by around him, Dagan made his way to a small fruit shop and walked in, adjusting the dirty denim jacket he had on. It didn’t take much to slip the small bags of grain from his jacket and put them behind the counter and then smile at the greatful eyes of Mary Sansworth whose husband had died acouple of weeks before in the fields. He had been taking care of her for some time because of how close his mother had been to her. Now that he was starting to build his revolt Mary was a constant stop for him. He just wanted people to be happy in such a hellish world and if he got caught then he would take full blame and wear his next round of wipping scars proudly. Even as these thoughts went through his mind though he heard the little bell above Mary’s shop door tinkle and saw her hands grab at the grain and move fast to shove them under the counter.
Please don’t let it be a Peace Keeper.
Ash, her very name made a smirk appear on his lips. What had it been, a couple of weeks since they had met at the school? Now they were closer then Dagan could have ever guessed and she was basically his right hand in this struggle and she made it clear she would not rather be anywhere else. She was so strong underneath that giggly school girl attitude, she was a revolutionary that was ready to take back her life from those who had taken it from her. Every bit of that Dagan desired, making her more and more appealing to him as she spoke, as she moved and she sat there thinking at school. He had never thought of anyone like this and even his little sister seemed to notice the change that was culminating in him. It wasn’t even a bad thing…no it was something that could be taken VERY well.
As the town past by around him, Dagan made his way to a small fruit shop and walked in, adjusting the dirty denim jacket he had on. It didn’t take much to slip the small bags of grain from his jacket and put them behind the counter and then smile at the greatful eyes of Mary Sansworth whose husband had died acouple of weeks before in the fields. He had been taking care of her for some time because of how close his mother had been to her. Now that he was starting to build his revolt Mary was a constant stop for him. He just wanted people to be happy in such a hellish world and if he got caught then he would take full blame and wear his next round of wipping scars proudly. Even as these thoughts went through his mind though he heard the little bell above Mary’s shop door tinkle and saw her hands grab at the grain and move fast to shove them under the counter.
Please don’t let it be a Peace Keeper.
