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District 12 outskirts
Dec. 24th, 2012 06:17 pmThere's something to be said about living outside the means of the District. It wasn't as if they had much, and it wasn't like they could ever really be seen ... but that was their father's business, not theirs. They hadn't made the choice to live out here, and truly nobody knew who they were.
Their father had died years ago, though, and that was something nobody else knew either -- that his eldest brother was the one who'd started going into the Hob now and again, too dirty to be recognized as anyone other than 'that crazy old coot from the wilderness'. Daryl liked it this way, honestly. It was clean, and they'd never seen a Game. They'd heard of them, for his father liked to tell stories about the Victors -- Haymitch Abernathy particularly, although Merle had assured him that the man was not the legend their daddy had told them about.
He still thought of the stories now and again when he was out in the wood. Right now he was hunting something small -- rabbit -- for what he was hoping was going to be a pre-meal snack. He'd seen deer up the ridge, and he just had to get to them. He isn't paying all that much attention to other people out in the forest right now, because it's almost always his brother and Merle has a certain pattern to his steps that keep from getting Daryl's attention.
Their father had died years ago, though, and that was something nobody else knew either -- that his eldest brother was the one who'd started going into the Hob now and again, too dirty to be recognized as anyone other than 'that crazy old coot from the wilderness'. Daryl liked it this way, honestly. It was clean, and they'd never seen a Game. They'd heard of them, for his father liked to tell stories about the Victors -- Haymitch Abernathy particularly, although Merle had assured him that the man was not the legend their daddy had told them about.
He still thought of the stories now and again when he was out in the wood. Right now he was hunting something small -- rabbit -- for what he was hoping was going to be a pre-meal snack. He'd seen deer up the ridge, and he just had to get to them. He isn't paying all that much attention to other people out in the forest right now, because it's almost always his brother and Merle has a certain pattern to his steps that keep from getting Daryl's attention.
