Ajay Mashawn

Name: Ajay Mashawn
Age: 13
Date of Birth: February 2
Sexuality: Hetero
District:6
Occupation: Machinery Apprentice
Family:
Father-Gerald Mashawn, Mother-Kianna Mashawn, Older Sister-Taltan Mashawn
Affiliation: Against
Face Claim: Jaden Smith

Ajay walked quickly down the paved street, jumping up onto the sidewalk as a motorized vehicle rode by carrying several peace keepers. He heard them shout at him to watch it, and spat in his direction. He just lowered his head and hurried on. The air was humid, holding heat even though there was no sun to be seen, probably hidden behind some of the smog clouds from the factory. Ajay glanced up at the large clock in the square and noted it was almost noon. he had about five minutes to make it to work. He passed a group of children all headed back from school for lunch, and he heard them laugh and snicker as he passed in his grungy uniform. he knew most of them from school when he used to go to school. But then times got hard, and he had to enter the real world and get some training for a real job. He hurried past the group, silent as always. He wasn't a talker, and he didn't have any friends. He just worked, cleaned his home, and helped prepare dinner when his mom and dad were working at the factory. He'd learned long ago that growing up wasn't a process that could be drug out too long here in district 6.

He pulled his coat closer as a marching troop of peace keepers stomped past him, dragging some drugged up man behind them who was screaming profuse words and looking around wildly. Ajay stopped momentarily and watched him as they went. A product of drug abuse. Mophling more than likely. Ajay hurried away, not liking the way it made people look. Like they had lost their souls and were an empty shell. Everyone wanted that these days. Even his parents, who had recently taken a liking to the drug. He looked down and continued on towards work like every other day.

He walked into the shop and the owner, Mr. Bount, greeted him roughly with a handshake and asked how he was. Ajay just shrugged and stuck his hands deeper in his pockets, looking searchingly towards the back of the shop. Mr. Bount nodded and said he had a project started in the back for Ajay. Ajay nodded and headed back. He was a quiet boy, not one for idle talk. He hardly ever spoke. He just didn't want to. He didn't know how to considering his parents were always gone or too doped up to talk and he had no other friends really. His only friend had been reaped last year for the games, an older kid named Granthus who was 18 and had his name put in countless times for his family...as well as for Ajay's family. He was a selfless kid who fought against societal norms for those he loved. But in the end even he lost.

And with that Ajay kinda just shut down. Silent. Always working. Walking the dark streets like all the rest of the people who were so busy working on transportation and exports, yet ironically were never going anywhere in life. There weren't enough jobs. There wasn't enough food. There wasn't enough joy for the city. Ajay hated it. Hated life. He heard the announcer on the TV buzz in with an 'exciting announcement, the Hunger Games were only a few weeks away!' And more than anything Ajay hated the Games.

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