Downtime (Cameo)

"The best way to learn about kids is experience." Faith commented. She did have experience with her sister, but decided to share that later. It was a relief to hear Jack's agreement for a walk, also informing the water was cold. Which was a good warning, Faith was so happy she didn't attempt to go in.

A small sign was given of the absence of the mother when Jack decided to it'd be the perfect opportunity to pick up milk so his mother didn't have to. Or maybe it was just difficult to care for twins and their mother was constantly busy taking care of the small babies. Either way whether the mother was present or not wasn't something to ask.

A big smile spread across Faith's face at the offer to hold her bag. A gentlemen, caring father, and farm boy that loves animals, the more Faith was getting to know Jack. Still, she knew he was a father with a family, and most likely a beautiful wife. "Thanks." She said.

It was a beautiful walk along the water to the wide dirt path that led to the town. "I agree... Not to cold, not to hot." Faith added to Jack's comment of liking the season. The dress covering Faith flowed in the wind, a few locks of hair falling from her ponytail. "I'm excited for snow and the winter." Faith smiled, the winter held amazing things; snow, holidays, and for some reason brought people together.

Nick slowly stops to watch a farmer on a horse, this must of been part of what he did for his job. It didn't take long for Jack to reenforce what she thought. Knowing that it was what he did, Faith played closer attention. It certainly seemed like something Jack would do, almost picturing it being him on the horse.

"I have a horse. We should go riding sometime." Faith offered, she did love riding her horse, but never had the time anymore.

It's obvious how much Jack knows about his job when he explains what the guy on the horse, they're watching, is doing wrong. Faith watched closely to get more of a feel what the job was. "It seems you were really good at that job." Faith inferred. "I'm sure you must miss it."

As they continued walking again Jack felt it was a good time to explain his family. Though he didn't mention a mother, like he avoided the whole time, it seemed certain the mother was out of the picture. That's when Faith began thinking of every possible reason the mother was gone, in District Ten there was a lot of plausible reasons. Shaking her head Faith stopped herself, realizing it wasn't her place to know or even think about.

"That's very nice of your parents to give you the day off." Faith commented with a small smile. After all if his parents didn't, Jack and Faith never would of met, today at least. "When do you think you're going to start working again?" Faith curiously asked, hoping she wasn't stepping over any boundaries with the question.

Next Jack notices a flock of birds flying away with there freedom. It didn't take long for Faith to catch on when Jack asked where she thought they were going. The birds were going anywhere they want, lucky them. With a small shrug, Faith said "away from here I guess is all that matters." Faith would do anything to leave like the birds, but she was never even daring enough to go past the fence. "We might of survived the hunger games, but that doesn't mean they're gone. Doesn't mean future kids are safe." Faith sighed. "As much as I want kids I think it would be harder to deal with them going to through reaping then it was myself." That was when Faith finally caught herself, her heart dropping to her stomach. Just realizing they were talking about Jack's kids right before. "I'm so sorry." Faith managed to pull out past all her guilt and shame. "I didn't mean to bring that up." That was it, she ruined it, with the mouth she never learned how to control especially when she was nervous.

It's heart-renching to see Jack turn his face, Faith could tell he had a long time to think about this. Though it was still twelve years away, all children had to go through the reaping, but it was clear Jack would do anything to keep his children out of the games. A small sigh came from Faith when Jack said it wasn't her fault, still guilt glued to her. Wanting to have some way of making up for it, Faith decided to bring up her idea from earlier.

"With winter coming, and my father growing old, he's looking for someone for hire." Faith suggested. "He's very picky though, but I think he would really like you." Ending with a smile, looking up at Jack hoping to catch his gorgeous light eyes again. Right after the offer was brought, as they carried on walking, clumsy Faith slips not paying attention to the ground below her.

Someone most of slammed a glass bottle on the floor, because despite Faiths record of falling for no reason, there was a slippery cause this time. Faith gripped her bottom lip hard between her teeth in attempt to cover up the pain, her hands and knees getting badly cut up. This wasn't the first time she wounded herself, or a first that someone didn't care about breaking glass on the dirt road. Faith had several times cleaned a child that fell onto broken glass, but this was the first time she had such a wound.

"Damnet." Faith muttered as she attempted to pick herself up, and wipe off the glass, which only made it worse. The pain was striking, but Faith was trying to her best to hide it, and get back to her feet which was extremely difficult.

The pain was the only difficult part, when it came to a acing pain or sickness Faith wouldn't flinch a little or even care about the feeling, but with wounds Faith couldn't handle the stinging. Faith could also easily fix anyone, and any wound no matter how bloody or deep, but when it came to her own blood Faith became dizzy. It was luck that Faith was around someone that didn't mind blood, and had strength. Jack helped Faith to a glass-free spot, and cleaned her knees. The damp towel didn't subside the pain but it did clean it to the point most the glass could be removed.

A joke was the perfect thing to distract Faith, and hearing that Jack would of cried and she wasn't, was exactly it. Faith knew that Jack probably could of handled the pain better, but it was still cute. Despite the pain and urge to chew through her lip and keep her eyes tight shut, Faith giggled a little looking at Jack. "Thanks." Faith smiled.

Looking at her hands they weren't as bad; a little cut up but not nearly as bad as her knees. Faith needed some kind of disinfectant, one that would hopefully get out the remaining tiny of pieces of glass. Faith showed her palms to Jack. "Not as bad." Faith sighed as she watched Jack wrap the other knee. Meeting someone and having a fun time was too-good to be true, Faith only hoped it wasn't as bad as it felt and wouldn't take her out of work on the farm.

A half smile came from Faith when Jack said that must of been it for the trip into town, which Faith was looking forward to doing. A few hours of fun came to a halt. Looking around Faith tried to debate how far they were from her family farm house, it was completely in the other direction they came, but not too bad. "A mile at the most?" Faith estimated as she pressed her hands against the towels around her knees.

"Several different kinds of disinfectant." Faith shared, after all medicine was the only thing left to practice for her. It was a little disappointing that plans were cut short, and Jack suggested to take her home. Faith did need to go home, clean her wounds, and now sadly rest. Accepting Jack's hand, Faith got to her feat, her eyes closing tight from the wounds rubbing against each other when she straightened her legs.

"I'm pretty clumsy, just don't fall on glass to often." Faith joked. "I'm better at dealing with other people's wounds." For some reason the smell of her own blood effected Faith differently then anyone else's. With every flex of her knees, as she walked, a strong pain shot through her, but she attempted to continue walking through the pain.

"Thanks." Faith said, "I live that way." Faith laughed a little because it was the way they came. "Do you have a few younger siblings? You seem to know how to handle injuries well." It seemed Jack had an instinct, like it was certainly not his first time dealing with someone getting hurt next to him. Though having kids could give someone that second-nature, his were a little too tiny to be getting injuries just yet.

"Looks like you have a new friend that's prone to getting hurt." Faith said. Maybe it was too early to imply friendship, but Jack seemed like a very good friend to have. Faith needed a friend to. It was sweet that Jack said it looked like Faith only weighed a little, and he'd offer to cary her but he was worried about his scar. Being carried did sound perfect but Faith could understand.

When Jack lifted his shirt, Faith was able to catch a quick glimpse before he quickly lowered it again. It looked like a bullet scar, knowing that guns were illegal Faith assumed it was one of the peacekeepers. Wanting to ask how it happened, Jack changed the conversation back to Faith. The question was what type of animals and crops Faith's family owned, a lot.

"Various. Cows, Chickens, Goats, Pigs, Sheep, Ducks, Rooster. A donkey, one cat and one dog." Faith counted on her fingers, she probably missed a few but that was the result of a big farm. "I take care of the animals, my father the crops. So i'm not sure about all the crops. But I know wheat and potatoes!" As Faith rambled, she pointed to the entrance towards the farm house.

Luckily the house the empty, besides the sound of a ten-year olds foot steps walking around upstairs. Faith's dad was away though, probably caring for the crops, and that was what mattered. Faith wasn't up for Jack meeting her father. She knew her father would think Jack liked her and would raid him like any protective father. Stumbling to the kitchen, Faith grabbed her healing bag and plopped up on the kitchen counter.

Unwrapping her knees, she could see the extent of the wounds. The towels were both covered in blood, "i'll wash this and make sure to give it back to you." Faith suggested. Dabbing a bit of ointment of her finger, Faith tried to spread it across her beaten-up knees. It stung worse then the actual fall, making Faith's whole body tighten up in pain. "Could you pass me a cup of water, please?" Faith politely asked, gritting her teeth. Disinfecting it was so painful, Faith couldn't even bring herself around to doing it, so she figured she should at least clean the wound, examine the damage, and leave it with a little pressure. Faith knew she needed to disinfect it, and if it was someone else's wound she would, but decided she could wait a few hours.