A Lazy Day
Apr 14, 2012 9:14:31 GMT -5
Post by Telcontar on Apr 14, 2012 9:14:31 GMT -5
“Rory? Rory!”
The carpenter’s shout fell on deaf ears as his son trudged out the door, axe resting against his broad shoulder. His stride was long and his face was scrunched, determination clear in his eyes. A single-minded determination to get out of his house. He just couldn’t stand it anymore – his father working all day and his mother pottering around the house talking of all the things they were missing out on from the capitol when children were starving just down the street. He sighed softly, trying to calm himself.
As he reached the small market in the centre of the small village, a smile slid onto his face. Oh, how he loved the market. The bustle of people, but without the need to make forced conversation with anybody; It was wonderful. He walked slowly over to a tree before swinging his axe into the ground, leaving the blade deep into the ground with the handle sticking out. Lowering himself slowly he sat in the shade before just taking in his environment.
A cloud floated silently through the blue sky, leaving not a trail behind, no evidence that it had even existed. Around the busy market streets it passed un-noticed, but one boy sat in the shade of a tree and just happened to look up. A small smile crept onto his face as he caught a fleeting glimpse of the passing cloud, and he allowed a small sigh to escape his lips.
Rory froze, however, as he heard voices approaching. His breathing sped up as he turned slowly, before seeing a girl walking towards the market. Rory’s face burned red – was she going to speak to him? The carpenter’s son found himself wishing the exact opposite, but he felt a longing for something that was foreign to him – companionship.
Ever since Claire had left, it hadn’t been the same. He had nobody around to talk to, nobody to spend time with. Tears threatened to engulf the large boy, but he fought them back before turning slowly to face the girl.
As he turned to look at the girl, he smiled. She had a small stature, but Rory could feel the air of confidence that exuded from her, as if she had come to terms with her little height and was prepared to stand up for herself if needs be. Her dark skin reminded him of somebody, but once more he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
With a smile still on his lips he looked away from the girl, moving his gaze instead to the axe that was embedded into the ground next to him. For a long time the axe had been the only company that he had – the trees had been his only friends. But maybe it was time for a change. Maybe, just maybe, there was something else for him.
Conversation bustled around Rory, and somehow it allowed his confidence to build. But, when Rory heard the word ‘reaping’, he froze. Thoughts came flooding into his mind – Claire’s last days. The visit in the Justice Building… And her death, broadcast all over Panem. And then, the promise that he had made – that he would beat the Capitol’s game, that he would do it for Claire. The promise that could lead to his death.
He sank back into the shade of the tree, his smile gone from his face. His eye still followed the girl, however. Perhaps there was redemption for him yet?
The carpenter’s shout fell on deaf ears as his son trudged out the door, axe resting against his broad shoulder. His stride was long and his face was scrunched, determination clear in his eyes. A single-minded determination to get out of his house. He just couldn’t stand it anymore – his father working all day and his mother pottering around the house talking of all the things they were missing out on from the capitol when children were starving just down the street. He sighed softly, trying to calm himself.
As he reached the small market in the centre of the small village, a smile slid onto his face. Oh, how he loved the market. The bustle of people, but without the need to make forced conversation with anybody; It was wonderful. He walked slowly over to a tree before swinging his axe into the ground, leaving the blade deep into the ground with the handle sticking out. Lowering himself slowly he sat in the shade before just taking in his environment.
A cloud floated silently through the blue sky, leaving not a trail behind, no evidence that it had even existed. Around the busy market streets it passed un-noticed, but one boy sat in the shade of a tree and just happened to look up. A small smile crept onto his face as he caught a fleeting glimpse of the passing cloud, and he allowed a small sigh to escape his lips.
Rory froze, however, as he heard voices approaching. His breathing sped up as he turned slowly, before seeing a girl walking towards the market. Rory’s face burned red – was she going to speak to him? The carpenter’s son found himself wishing the exact opposite, but he felt a longing for something that was foreign to him – companionship.
Ever since Claire had left, it hadn’t been the same. He had nobody around to talk to, nobody to spend time with. Tears threatened to engulf the large boy, but he fought them back before turning slowly to face the girl.
As he turned to look at the girl, he smiled. She had a small stature, but Rory could feel the air of confidence that exuded from her, as if she had come to terms with her little height and was prepared to stand up for herself if needs be. Her dark skin reminded him of somebody, but once more he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
With a smile still on his lips he looked away from the girl, moving his gaze instead to the axe that was embedded into the ground next to him. For a long time the axe had been the only company that he had – the trees had been his only friends. But maybe it was time for a change. Maybe, just maybe, there was something else for him.
Conversation bustled around Rory, and somehow it allowed his confidence to build. But, when Rory heard the word ‘reaping’, he froze. Thoughts came flooding into his mind – Claire’s last days. The visit in the Justice Building… And her death, broadcast all over Panem. And then, the promise that he had made – that he would beat the Capitol’s game, that he would do it for Claire. The promise that could lead to his death.
He sank back into the shade of the tree, his smile gone from his face. His eye still followed the girl, however. Perhaps there was redemption for him yet?
