By the Fence ::Open::
Mar 27, 2012 15:12:16 GMT -5
Post by Flint Cohen on Mar 27, 2012 15:12:16 GMT -5
Flint slammed the door shut. Storming out of his house and out back to leave to find the small field like area near his house and the electric fence that was hardly ever on. He kicked one of the rocks and grabbed at his hair in irritation. Stupid family... No. More like stupid father's and older brothers! Flint thought, he furiously paced the brown colored field. Luxullianite and Scoria weren't to blame... what kind of parents even named their kids Luxullianite and Scoria?! Why did they all have to be named after stupid rocks that just reminded us more of the stupid district we live in?! he dropped to the ground and sat with his legs crossed, his elbows on his knees, and his hands still holding onto his hair with a death grip.
This wasn't really how Flint acted. He was usually calm and collected. But without people his own age around to keep him from thinking positive, he couldn't help but lose his mind. Arkose and his father never understood how much he was trying to keep the family well fed. How he was trying to keep them all alive long enough to survive the next hunger games. But of course each jab they had was aimed at Flint because he was, 'irresponsible' or 'childish'.
Why didn't they see he was basically doing everything he could to keep the family alive, while keep a positive attitude and without being killed for poaching or leaving the district to look for edible plants out in the forest. It's like no one cared except his younger sisters and his mom. But none of them could speak up for Flint... Lux and Scoria would just be told to obey and be quiet, while Flint's mother would be ignored. Flint had told the three of them to not vouch for him already though because he couldn't stand it when they were yelled at or shoved off to the side like they were nothing. Don't get Flint wrong, his father loved Lux, Scoria, and his mother... but when Flint was in the picture, the only people that were right was him and Ark.
Flint groaned and leaned against the rock, unfolding his legs and lifting his head to the cloudy gray sky. Feeling the slight breeze dance across his soot smeared face, ruffling his brown and blond mixed hair. He shoved the bangs that he had to the side of his face and sighed. Not wanting his emotions to get the better of him... it wouldn't be good for anyone. All Flint needed was a chance to catch his breath and get out of the house... a moment to have the pressure lifted off his shoulders.
Flint wondered what it would be like to live in the capitol... to not have to do anything, to be able to eat as much as you needed when you wanted it. It seemed amazing... too good to be true sometimes. When you had six people to feed, there was never enough to go around. That was the life in 12. Normally Flint's father and brother would be the best fed because they had to work in the mines so they would be able to get some money to get scraps to eat for the day. All while on an empty stomach Flint would sneak out to try and find any food that the rest of them would be able to survive on. Flint wasn't able to hunt... he would if he could. But he didn't have anything to use to hunt with. Sure he could find a sharp rock, but that wouldn't do to much use against an animal that could outrun even him.
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Notes: I was bored haha