Hard work, never rewarded (Meghan)
Nov 30, 2013 21:43:47 GMT -5
Post by Sheep on Nov 30, 2013 21:43:47 GMT -5
"Oh, great. Completely how I wanted to start my day today."
"Everything okay, Ryne? You seem distant."
"I'm perfect. Perf."
"Ryne? Ryne Chalmers, you answer me goddamnit!"
"Oh bug off, ma. I'm fine.
"Don't talk to me like that, boy!"
"Ma, don't start."[/b]
"... damned I'll be before I let you talk to me like that."
"Perf. I'm gone, ma. School is calling for my slavery."[/b]
To say the youngest farmer of the Chalmers family was "okay" would be the biggest lie to tell. No, it was completely out of character for Ryne to be so flustered, and far more rare for him to disrespect his mother. Was it youth? Maybe so, maybe not. Ryne was not typically the angry type, and definitely far from violent. Towards humans at least. He also wasn't the type to laugh, or smile, or show any emotion that would suggest he was a happy boy. Then again, who could be happy living in District 10? Sure, it's home, and sure it has its perks, but it has always been a poorer district. Always would be. It didn't matter how much work Ryne or his family seemed to put in, and it didn't matter the quality of the meats they sent to The Capitol because they rarely saw any profit. Poorer districts never did. No matter what you contribute, if you're not a "capitol darling" then you're nothing. It was a fact of life for the poor.
He made due, simple as that.
So? Being a farmer who occasionally covered butcher duties, making due was kind of his thing. For example: Ryne took the caring and killing of animals to be very similar to the famed reaping. When caring for an animal, you prepare it for the killing process. You basically get it ready to 'serve a greater purpose' no? Once reaped, you are treated to the high life, showered with gifts, all while preparing you for what may be impending doom. Similar enough. He couldn't get too close to the animals he cared for, because in the end they all wound up as meals for The Capitol and its darlings. No point in getting close to something you have to kill, right?
Or someone.
Swallowed in his thoughts, Ryne had not been aware he had arrived at school. The walk to the rundown building was every bit as routine as breathing, and could've been done with blindfolds. Of course, maybe a blindfold would be a better solution. The school, rundown as mentioned before, was no great place to be. Lessons were learned at an alright pace, but most did not care to learn or to retain. Teachers cared even less in some cases, and those that did care were ignored. Students were more concerned with what they had awaiting them once school let out for the day. It was part of being in a poor district, as work was more important. It really launched things off, made them pop. No one truly cared if you were educated or intelligent in District 10, because at one point or another each persons' hands would get dirty.
"Oh blah, I'm hungry. I need to get some food in this stomach of mine."
"I don't even see the point in this... I don't want to be here. I don't have time for this. I don't WANT to have time for this!"
Ryne ran a hand frustratingly through his messy brown hair, his piercing blues falling on the nearest breakfast table. There was no one around, the way he liked it, so he staked his claim on it. He got along with most of the others, most, but that was if people spoke. He came off entirely too standoffish to be considered a popular conversation choice, but there was reason for that. He didn't like to get close, to make friends. Rarely were people he knew reaped, but it was the psychological effect it had on him that stopped him. A morbid mind, he couldn't deal with it. Friends? Nah, no need for that. Everything becomes a competition, not just reaping-wise, but in food sales.
Yes, even being poor can be cut throat.[/size][/center]
