What Kind Of Man :: [Ollie + Kellen]

There was no reason to throw on a clean t-shirt when he was just going to get blood all over himself again today. Kellen threw on the same grey tee that he wore the previous day (the traces of dried blood made the shirt smell similar to copper) and slid his feet into the pair of shoes he left by his khaki shorts, so there was no need to find another pair to throw on. Kellen slumbered to the bathroom an splashed water on his face in an attempt to wake up. He dried off his hands and face and wandered into the kitchen. It wasn't hard to figure out that the old bowl of stale oatmeal on the counter was his brother's mess. The bowl made a loud clang as he tossed it into the sink. There was a bowl of molding fruit on the counter so the brunette grabbed an apple and strolled out the door.

The sheep were unusually rowdy today. They walked in a circle around the pen making making baaing sounds. Kellen didn't waste a minute trying to figure out what had them spooked probably a storm coming. He went straight to work preparing for the kills that had to be done. There were three orders for the day but if he was lucy he'd be able to get enough meat from just two sheep. After everything was set up, he went looking.

"Here, sheepies. Which of you is the fattest, eh?" After several minutes, he found one that was suitable. It took him about an hour to shave the sheep before he could even get it ready to get his orders from. Kellen threw all the wool from the sheep into a barrel in the corner of the barn. His brother would take care of it later. He killed the sheep with a knife through the head, careful not to damage anything usable. He tied a rope around the dead sheep's back legs and strung it up with the help of the hook on the ceiling. Kellen picked up the knife he always used for the initial cuts. It was older and beginning to rust, had always served him well. The edge of the knife slid into the sheep's flesh easily as he cut down vertically. Some blood squirted out due t the pressure he was exerting on the knife, and he felt it splatter on his face, arms, and shirt.

Suddenly, he fell forward a small amount and lost contact with the knife. Kellen stood there in shock for a moment, looking at the wooden hilt of the knife in his hands. The pressure must have finally been to much for the aged knife because it had split in two. It was the only knife that Kellen had at was thick enough to make the initial cuts; there was no way he could keep going without it. The only thing he could do to insure that the order was done on time properly, was to go and buy a brand new knife from the district square. It took only a few minutes for him to gather together all the money he had to his name: ten dollars. Normally his father aid but work-related expenses, but Kellen was unaware of his father's current location and there wasn't very much time to search for him. He just had to hope that his father would pay him back soon because he had been saving up to buy something for himself. The boy pocketed the money, mostly coins, and headed towards the market place without delay.

Immediately upon entering the town square, Kellen felt as though people kept looking at him. It was a strange feeling because usually people paid him no mind to all. He normally visited for supplies, attempting to shake off the feeling that he was being watched. There was a lot of chatter in the district today and he heard a lot of piece of conversation. "-herd of cows been-." "-won't ever listen to-." "-somethin' on yer shirt there." Kellen looked down subconsiously. There were splashes of fresh blood still on his shirt. Was she talking to me? A bright flash went off in his face and he spun to the source.

"Yer face too." She must have been talking to him because she was staring at him. He brought his fingers to his face and brushed them against his cheek. They came back with blood. Shit. He'd forgotten to clean himself up before he left. "Oh, um, yeah. Sorry. Forgot to clean up."

The girl was holding a camera. Kellen only knew what the object was because of the photographers that came to shoot the reaping. "Is that a camera?" The question was stupid- of course it was a camera. But Kellen was still caught in his disbelief because he'd never been this close to one before. "Wait, a second,. Did you just take a picture of me?" He recalled the bright flash that caught his attention at first.

OOC: Sorry, I feel like this post might be crappy ):