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Keep going, keep going, keep going.... Linden thought over and over again as he forced the saw through a sheet of metal that had just been brought in. His biceps strained as the flaming hot sparks flew into his face earning him a few stings on his cheeks. He didn't really seem to care. Those few stings would just add to the thousands of scars that he had all over his arms and hands. Were he worked they didn't have all the proper protective gear like they did up in the higher Districts, oh no. That equipment was far too 'precious' to waste on low life like them. They who do the hardest of work and actually have to get their hands dirty and for what? A measly paycheck that barely gets food on the table? Let alone for his dad, younger sister, and himself.
He began to let his frustration loose by pushing the saw even harder into the metal. The obnoxiously loud sound of metal cutting through metal drowned out the few words he had let loose that he knew his older sister would hit him for should she catch him saying such things. Lost in his own trance he didn't hear the whistle blow for clock out until one of his buddies grabbed his shoulder. "Dude chill out, your acting like that metal is President Snow himself." He said in hushed tone as Linden turned the saw off and set it down on the ground. "I'd like to think it is sometimes." He murmured, not really caring if his friend heard him or not. Apparently he did. "Whats up with you! Did your dad like pee in your soup or something?"
"Just.....Drop it. I'm going home." And with that he walked out of the factory, dissolving into the crowd of other men and boys that rushed out to get home or get to their next job.
After having to push and elbow through a few people he finally reached the outside. He didn't stop to breath in the fresher air or look up at the bright sky, but instead just shouldered on towards his house. As a thousand thoughts going through his head he stops and sees a kind of odd group that's collected around a bench near by his house. A boy asking for food, a girl not really seeming to pay attention, and the one scene that seemed to make something snap a little inside him. Another boy giving the older looking one food, just handing it out like it means nothing to him or possibly his family. All he could think was that that older boy did nothing to earn that food, nothing but sit there and beg like he knew it would just be handed to him if he asked. What have you done to deserve that! he wanted to shout at the older boy. All he could think of was his drunk mess of a father and small, fragile little sister who depended on him to bring food home since dad didn't care enough to pull it together. He stormed over to the bench wanting to give them a piece of his mind.

He walked up to the younger boy and snatched the food stuffing it back in the boys pack. "You hand food out like it means nothing and taunt the rest of us. Why can't people like you just leave us alone!" Then he turned around to the older boy who looked up at him with a puzzled but kind of irritated expression. "And you. You seem well enough to get a job so why don't you! Begging does you no good and makes you look pathetic. There are jobs all around you, if you get up you may actually get one." He lowered his tone a little bit, not being completely heartless and pointed in the direction of that factory he just came out of. "You can apply there. There are plenty of openings and it pays enough to earn at least some food." With out another word he turned on his heals and walked in the direction of his house where he saw Telly, his little sister, standing in the door way. Holding her favorite blanket and smiling at him as he came closer. He didn't want to hear their replies to his out burst and honestly didn't want to really cause a scene but if it was one thing that he hated, it was people receiving things they didn't earn.

He heard a thick and loud thwack land by his foot. A hunter......humph. He thought smirking a little as he bent over and plucked the arrow from the ground. Rolling it between his fingers he looked up in the general directions where the arrows butt end faced. "If your trying to scare me its not gonna work." He muttered low enough so that the only person who might have heard him was Telly who had come a little closer. "Big bro- whats that?" she said pointing at the arrow that he now held behind his back. Linden forced a smile and ruffled Telly's hair making her squeal. "Its nothing, don't worry about it. Come on, lets go inside." He said scooting her towards the house before anyone else decided to place their complaints.

(OOC: My bad for not replying, my computer hates me. )








When Linden stepped into the little shack that he called a home, his father was where he always was. Sitting at the kitchen table with a cheap bottle of alcohol in his hand and taking one big swing when he saw Telly step through the door. His little sister just looked at their father with that innocent look that is a secret only known to kids her age.
"What are ya' lookin at ya-"
"Telly, why don't you go play with one of your dolls," Linden spoke up, deliberately cutting his father off. She just stood and stared for a minute. Not completely understanding what was going on, but eventually ran to the next room. Linden gave his father one of those if-looks-could-kill things then reached for his bag that was required for his next job. "She killed her, she killed your mother!" his father cried, taking another drink. "It wasn't her fault you old man," Linden grumbled. He was tired of this, his father blaming the death of his mother on his little sister. It was sick and Telly didn't do anything to deserve such treatment, much less from her father.
"Dad, put that bottle down!" Perlim, Linden's older sister, said as she walked in through the door. "Telly's in her room and I'm heading to my other job. You need anything while I'm out?" Linden asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder. She looked up at him from trying to pry the bottle out of their fathers hand. "Bring by some thread, I'm making Telly a new dress for the Reaping," He nodded and headed out the door, arrow in hand.

Twirling the thin weapon between his fingers he looked at the details as he walked. He always had wondered how these things were made and even considered making one for himself. Hunting would definitely bring more food to the table than multiple minimum wage jobs. That reminds me, I need to find the owner of this. He thought to himself. As he turned a corner he was too busy looking at the arrow to notice a guy sitting down in the shadows and tripped over the mans feet. Landing himself in a push up position on the ground.