Working and Thinking (OPEN)
Jan 24, 2010 11:02:15 GMT -5
Post by Gigi on Jan 24, 2010 11:02:15 GMT -5
Asher Grant stretched, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Quickly glancing around, he noticed that everyone else was still working, so he went back to his mindless work. Farming was so boring, that he let his mind wander. Not like it mattered. He wouldn't make a mistake.
It was cooler than normal. It was one of the cold months, but District 11 was pretty far south. There was still plenty of work to do, which Asher was thankful for. He needed the small amount of money his job gave him. He didn't have many people to provide for, but his adopted parents were getting on in their years and couldn't work as much as they used to. Asher worried about them.
He found it strange that he was sweating when there was actually a slight wind, but farming was hard work. Maybe mindless, but difficult. His back hurt from the endless days of tiring work. His hands were sore from plowing and working with the soil.
Asher looked around just to make sure there were no Peacekeepers nearby. He hated them with a fiery passion. Well, most of them. Why were they so cruel to everyone? Why on earth would they want to help the Capitol ruin the lives of even more people than the usual twenty-three children?
Because they don't care, Asher answered himself. No one cares. Not in the Capitol. The only emotions there are fake.
That, of course, reminded him of their District escort. She always seemed rushed and excited, like she was always busy with something related to the games. Her name was Tasmain. Asher remembered because she had reaped his sister two years ago.
"Bryony Grant!" she had announced happily, breaking Asher's heart. Just like she had probably broken someone else's heart when announcing that Evangeline Karbajal had been reaped. District Eleven's female tribute this year wasn't much.
Then again, when had his District ever been a big competitor in the Games? Prenten wasn't a huge threat either. Maybe he would've been, given more time. But who cared? Certainly not the Capitol.
Apparently his thoughts had lead him right back to where he started. Asher sighed and went back to his work.
}}
