Reassigned. (Adonis ; Xokok)

Working the fields was no the most glamorous work in District Eleven, then again, there was not a single job that Xokok could think about in Eleven that was glamorous. And frankly, he had liked working with his hands too much, back-breaking labor gave him a purpose, it made him fell like he was actually doing something that mattered. Even if himself or his family would never see the literal fruits of his labor. But someone out there, probably in the Capitol, was enjoying them and that was good enough for him. 

Working the fields was a lonely task, but that was alright with Xokok. He had never had many friends. He was too short-tempered, and people had this idea that he was arrogant which made it hard to keep friendships for longer than a few weeks. But Xokok had convinced himself he did not need those friends, he had his brothers and that had to be enough even if they were constantly mocking him. 

Quadrant 4 was a pretty decent area to work at too. Definitely better than Quadrant 7 which had been his last assignment. The Peace-Keepers watching them in Q4 were strict, but they had once allowed Rose Melon take a rest after overheating which was far nicer than anything he had seen happen before. Strict but fair. That was good enough for Xokok. At least that way he would not have to bite his tongue to stop himself from bucking at the wrong person. Again. 

Xokok was early to work, he was normally just 'on time' but today Nochtli had been especially annoying so he had left home earlier. And after socking his brother on the mouth it was probably for the best considering he had seen his mother walk into the room as he fled full speed. There would be words when he got back home, but until then he would live like no consequences were waiting for him. And either way, working the fields had a really steady of making you forget your pr-...

"Names Adonis, Adonis King."

Xokok turned to look at the person working next to him. He was new. Definitely not that pendejo of Pearik Scythe who did not understand how irritating it was for everyone else when he hummed loudly. The new guy was tall, and he seemed fit. Definitely taller and fitter than Xokok which made him narrow his eyes. Was he looking for a fight? Guys like this Adonis guy were always looking for a fight. "Xokok," he said. He never gave his last-name when in the fields if he could avoid it, not because he had anything against his family name but because the last thing he wanted was for someone to ask him if he knew Vasco Izar and have them think Xokok himself had money. "Welcome to Quadrant 4, where you visiting us from?" he asked, mostly out of politeness than true interest. Last thing he wanted was for Ma to also be mad at him for making people think she had not taught him manners. 

Quadrant ten was one of the easiest quadrants to work at in the whole district. Xokok was certain the people there still worked hard like everyone else, but everyone knew it was a lot less strict and the working conditions were definitely preferred than any of the other quadrants which said a lot about the working conditions in the first place. More surprising than the apparent demotion Adonis had went through was the idea that the other knew who Xokok was. Yes, his last name was legendary in District Eleven but Xokok kept to himself and did not have many friends or people who knew much of him in the first place. 

"Thank you," he said uncomfortably, he was not used to compliments. Most of the times he was just the victim of his brother's incessant teasing which made it much harder to be able to take people for face value. He tried to smile, though it looked more like a grimace than anything else. 

The next sentence gave him pause as Xokok's eyes narrowed. He turned to look at Adonis with suspicion. The two had just met and the other was offering him to do something that was illegal. Was Adonis a nark trying to get him in trouble? "That's illegal, isn't it?" he asked knowing fully well what the answer was. Xokok was not someone who followed the rules strictly or a goody-two-shoes by any means but he was also weary about trusting someone he did not know. "Won't we get in trouble?"