(OPEN) Blood Red Sunshine

"It would be appreciated Jack, but if you have anywhere better to be than I don't mind. Also have I paid you for your work so far?"

For god sake why did I mention the money. I could have got away with free labour, okay it might be illegal but free labour people! You know you would all do the same thing in my position! Why am I speaking to myself, oh yeah intelligent conversation and all of that.

"Also what's wrong Lakie, how is your father by the way?"

He is probably doing okay despite dealing with a daughter who is too consumed with her own problems then worrying about things actually worth worrying about such as the Hunger Games or more importantly, drum roll please, me!

Yes I am important, everyone will bow to me. As much as I hate the Capitol I do respect the control that they exert over people. President Snow, oh what a man......no I didn't mean that homosexually okay maybe just a little.....

Broca offers me some pay for the bit of cleaning and riding I've done on that dreadful day when his father was taken. Of course I refuse to take any money. "I've barely done anything yet. I don't have a better place to be so you can start paying me now." I let him know.
"I actually like your ranch."

With a nod at the girl I ask. "Would be a damn shame if he sold it, don't you think?"
Unless there are alterior motives that I'm unaware off I don't understand why Broca is keen on selling the place.
"Maybe you should think about it. You could rent it out to somebody and still make money while you own the place.

Lakie looked from Jake to Broca. Broca seemed stressed about it, and not one name popped into Lakie's head of who could buy the farm. Of course, she didn't know very many prople anyway. She drew in the dirt with her foot. She would offer to help in someway, but how she would have no clue. Or if he needed any help at all. He just needed someone to buy the barn. That simple?

She hesitated. What could she help with? She wasn't familiar with farmwork, or any type of sorts. It did interest her, however.

So, she debated whether to ask if she could help or not. She was afraid of being rejected because either there was nothing that needed help or her lack of knowledge.

It's not like she had anything else interesting to do anyway. All she did was go to school, go home, and hideout there. She was already feeling lazy, and maybe even getting fat. Of course, she was never as skinny as a twig. But she was never large.

She was wondering away from the point. She clasped her hands together and took a menal breath. "Is there anyway I can lend a hand?" She asked quietly.

I watched Jack walk away and smiled weakly a little when he was out of ear shot. Not that this made much of a difference to me, the great mutey mute from District 10.

"Where would you like to help? By the way how are you."

These questions were focussed towards Lakie who obviously seemed out of place with Jack and I. It was to be expected as she had never met Jack before this time and he wasn't exactly trying to be her friend.

"Actually do you just want to leave? You and I, just go get something to eat or something?"

Then it clicked, she was fifteen? Yeah let's go with that, that seems like about the right estimate. Well that gets rid of some potential ideas, maybe there is some small chance I am wrong and activities can continue. Anyway I was getting bored at the farm and just wanted to leave Jack, the rooting tooting cowboy to it.

I had better things to do.

((Jack says carry on without him))

"I don't mind, you choose beautiful"

Wow, what a charmer I am. It's amazing that more women aren't falling at my feet but to be honest it is easy to be romantic when all you can do is right.

Women love writing, apparently. I give her a small smile before looking to see where Jack is, not that I care, he probably headed to the Barn after I ignored him. My anger towards him was unbridled, a worker asking for money? How absurd!

"As long as I'm with you it doesn't matter"

Oh my god, I think I am falling for myself. Just look at me, i'm positively gorgeous. Anyway I am waiting for this girl's answer but she seems to be waiting her time, possibly pretending to act coy.

I stroke my chin waiting for an answer.

Giving her a small wink I begin to write a short sentence:

"Lead the way"

I extend my right hand towards her so that she can well lead me to where ever she wanted to go. It would be good to leave my ranch-head Jack to his own devices, actually saying that I like to think of him as my slave and I am his ultra, mechano, robotic, overlord of power and destruction.
It's long but I will work something else out.

"I don't mind where we go honestly"