Sevin Cortez {Disaster In Waiting} [OPEN]

Sevin was hiding in the scrubby little woods not far from his home, up a scrawny willow, to be exact. It was after school and he was supposed to be helping his Uncle with the damn pigs, but the hell with that. He hates the pig farming business, ANYthing to do with pigs, really, and since his father does not hit him and his Uncle is too slow to catch him, he really has little incentive to obey them on this. All he wishes is that he had one good friend to share the days with; boy, girl, whoever. Just someone who understood.

Just someone like him in some way or other. “I'm not a stinking PIG FARMER,” he muttered to himself, and he sighed. He leaned his head back against the too-narrow trunk where he was perched and began to sing, an old song he did not even remember learning. Sevin's voice was strong and melodious – he can sing very well, really. The few mockingjays within hearing picked up his song and began to harmonize with him....

And Sevin sang and thought how he hated the Capitol, hated the Games, and most of all, hated pigs: his lovely voice soon was tinged dark with anger. And sounded even better...





....feel free to use him as a plot device however you like, this one is sort of built for intrigue and rebelliousness... XD