Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 29, 2016 0:45:48 GMT
John Murphy
Thalia pushed her hair behind her ear as she frowned. She had mixed and she had crushed and she had kneaded, but nothing was helping. Dinner was going to be an utter bust if she wasn't allowed to go out and find more flavorful ingredients to make the root vegetable taste less like dirt and the bread less like seeds and soil. No going outside of the camp till the walls were built? She scoffed to herself. The hunters were always going out of the Dropship encampment.
Yes it made sense, Thalia supposed, brushing the back of her hand over her forehead. Those nightmare creatures on two legs were out there and willing to kill. But who'd waste a spear on some dirt digging food handler? It wasn't like her job was all that hard. It was just more convenient for everyone if she took care of cooking all the large meals, taking care to monitor and watch over the edibles, and gather the veggies for those said meals, since she liked digging about for them so much. Everyone had a job to do.
And with Bellamy and his closer followers to back him up running things, well, everyone either did their work or accepted the consequences. Thalia's eyes slide over to a few of bullies in the pack. They were pushing people to work faster, work hard and nearly driving everyone into the ground. Not to mention, they had tried to pull that stunt with the food for the bracelets. Thank the stars Finn had put an end to that. Of course the mood was dampened by an ever suffering Jasper, fighting for his life in the high part of the Dropship. Thalia pursed her lips together.
People were scared. But, well, that meant people were busy. Too busy to notice a plain and unassuming person like her sneak off. And out of the camp. The corner of her mouth twitched and tugged into a smile. But she schooled it back, less she stand out for being on of the very few with enough energy to be smiling. Though the wild haired girl found her own plan quite brilliant. Sneak out, get something to make dinner good, then sneak back in. No one would even notice her gone, especially when she was always moving about, helping different people with small things when she wasn't food-handling.
Thalia brushed her hands off quietly and casually picked up her make-shift sack, hanging it across herself and scuffing her booted foot as if she were trying to procrastinate. Then she lifted her head and undid her hair, which had been tied up with a thin strip of scrap twine. Tromping, like many of the others around, the slender girl passed by others, eyes mostly lowered or on her feet, like any other dog-tired and gloomy delinquent. But when she got to the edge, she glanced up, scanned around and tried to suppress a smile. Slipping out of the camp was going to be ten times easier with everyone working and snapping at one another. She squeezed through the gap in the slowly growing wall. And it felt like she could breathe again.
Thalia pushed her hair behind her ear as she frowned. She had mixed and she had crushed and she had kneaded, but nothing was helping. Dinner was going to be an utter bust if she wasn't allowed to go out and find more flavorful ingredients to make the root vegetable taste less like dirt and the bread less like seeds and soil. No going outside of the camp till the walls were built? She scoffed to herself. The hunters were always going out of the Dropship encampment.
Yes it made sense, Thalia supposed, brushing the back of her hand over her forehead. Those nightmare creatures on two legs were out there and willing to kill. But who'd waste a spear on some dirt digging food handler? It wasn't like her job was all that hard. It was just more convenient for everyone if she took care of cooking all the large meals, taking care to monitor and watch over the edibles, and gather the veggies for those said meals, since she liked digging about for them so much. Everyone had a job to do.
And with Bellamy and his closer followers to back him up running things, well, everyone either did their work or accepted the consequences. Thalia's eyes slide over to a few of bullies in the pack. They were pushing people to work faster, work hard and nearly driving everyone into the ground. Not to mention, they had tried to pull that stunt with the food for the bracelets. Thank the stars Finn had put an end to that. Of course the mood was dampened by an ever suffering Jasper, fighting for his life in the high part of the Dropship. Thalia pursed her lips together.
People were scared. But, well, that meant people were busy. Too busy to notice a plain and unassuming person like her sneak off. And out of the camp. The corner of her mouth twitched and tugged into a smile. But she schooled it back, less she stand out for being on of the very few with enough energy to be smiling. Though the wild haired girl found her own plan quite brilliant. Sneak out, get something to make dinner good, then sneak back in. No one would even notice her gone, especially when she was always moving about, helping different people with small things when she wasn't food-handling.
Thalia brushed her hands off quietly and casually picked up her make-shift sack, hanging it across herself and scuffing her booted foot as if she were trying to procrastinate. Then she lifted her head and undid her hair, which had been tied up with a thin strip of scrap twine. Tromping, like many of the others around, the slender girl passed by others, eyes mostly lowered or on her feet, like any other dog-tired and gloomy delinquent. But when she got to the edge, she glanced up, scanned around and tried to suppress a smile. Slipping out of the camp was going to be ten times easier with everyone working and snapping at one another. She squeezed through the gap in the slowly growing wall. And it felt like she could breathe again.
