Eventually alone [Lavender]
Aug 23, 2012 11:07:43 GMT -5
Post by Nighty the foamy squirrel on Aug 23, 2012 11:07:43 GMT -5
From all the crap I've been through in my life this had to be the easiest time. Just being allowed to walk around the district as I please gave me some sort of freedom compared to other times in my life. It was almost like a breath of fresh air despite all the smog that had appeared since the oil pumps and rigs formed. Aw well, the where fascinating in my eyes, maybe not in a lot of people's eyes, but in my they where. I press on through the concrete path that lead to one of the rigs and break off. Heading into a field that had several pumps in it. Some would have most likely deemed this dangerous for a 13 year old. Meh, I knew roughly what I was doing. I approach Pumpjack, watching it's movements and becoming fascinated by it. I was in a surprisingly good mood today, and these pumps did was just make me happier. I have no idea why though. Some would deem me strange, odd. Weird, whatever. I am who I am. Despite how many men have tried to ruin my family's life. Which was only 2, but still.
I look around, seeing the rather busy market place only just a bit off. Meh, let them get on with work and what not. I am happy just waiting here, watching the pump do what it was designed to do. It was almost hypnotic. Just the same movement over and over again. How old was this? Can't be that old. It looked new. I go up to touch it but then stop myself, okay that wasn't a good idea. These things where beautiful yet dangerous. Just like a lot of things in Panem. My thoughts then become distracted as I sit down in the mud beside it and pull out a pen and paper from my ever present back pack. And begin to sketch the machine. I was quite content here. By myself, with the two things I loved most.
I look around, seeing the rather busy market place only just a bit off. Meh, let them get on with work and what not. I am happy just waiting here, watching the pump do what it was designed to do. It was almost hypnotic. Just the same movement over and over again. How old was this? Can't be that old. It looked new. I go up to touch it but then stop myself, okay that wasn't a good idea. These things where beautiful yet dangerous. Just like a lot of things in Panem. My thoughts then become distracted as I sit down in the mud beside it and pull out a pen and paper from my ever present back pack. And begin to sketch the machine. I was quite content here. By myself, with the two things I loved most.
