Hey everyone I got the Six female! The other two are still coming. The submitter is still dealing with some health stuff and it would be so mean to be like 'ha ha ur sick u can't be in my story' so it's just sort of on hold until the last two are ready. In the meantime, I'm substitute writing for 's story Ohana, so if you just need an LCS fix, come see me there.
Gasoly Wayfarer- District Six female
I stalked down the street, head forward and fists bunched at my sides. I wasn't mad, I just always walked like that. That's what happens when you're kind of fat. But anyway, I was walking extra fast because I had a very important mission.
CAPITOL BUILDING, the glass plaque on the skyscraper read. Not the real Capitol building, of course, but the capitol of District Six. I opened the fancy gold door and walked in like I owned the place. I sort of did, since the building was made for the people of Six and I was from Six… for now.
I read each sign I passed until one told me where the governor's office was. I made a beeline right for it and stepped into the room. There was a water cooler, some potted plants, and a lady sitting behind a desk. She looked at me oddly as I came in and walked to her desk.
"Excuse me, are you the mayor?" I asked.
"I'm the secretary," she said, like it was a silly question. She put her nail file down on her desk. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No," I said. "I need to find out how to move to another District."
"Move… to another District?" she asked, her voice rising at the end of the sentence and her head tilting.
"District Ten," I said. "I want to work with animals."
"I'm sorry, there's no moving between Districts," the woman said.
My stomach fell. "What?" I asked.
"It's just… not done," she said.
"There has to be a way," I said. "I don't belong in Six. I don't like the smell of gasoline. I like animals. So I belong in Ten."
"I'm sorry, it's just not possible," the woman said. "If there's nothing else-"
"No one ever moves ever?" I asked.
"Only essential workers with government permits," the woman said.
"What's an essential worker?" I asked.
"A surgeon, perhaps. Someone who must be there themselves," the woman asked. The phone on her desk rang. "Excuse me," she said, and picked it up. I could tell from how she looked away from me that she wanted me to leave.
I stood outside the capitol building, arms crossed and trying not to cry. I hated it when things went wrong. It felt like the whole world was ending and nothing mattered. I couldn't stay in Six my whole life. I didn't like cars or gas or fixing things. All those times my parents dragged me to work to find what I was "passionate" about, and there wasn't anything. I wasn't passionate about any of it. I was passionate about animals.
What do you mean 'no moving'? Too bad. She doesn't know everything. I'll find the person who does. And if there isn't anyone, I'll just become an essential worker. Veterinarians are very important, and so are the people who make horseshoes. I'm not really smart enough to be a vet, but I can learn to make horseshoes. Horses need shoes, so they need me!
Gasoly:
Gasoly is relatively tall for a girl her age, standing at 5'8ft, but that is not what makes her a noteworthy person. It's her weight that sets her apart, as she is 198Ilbs, making her simply fat and even she can't deny that anymore. She has black hair that reaches down to her shoulder blades, which she wears open most of the time, because she isn't even able to make a ponytail. Her eyes are big and of dark blue, with long lashes and bushy eyebrows. Gasoly is Caucasian, but is lucky that her skin tans quite quickly
I feel like there's someone I have the form for but haven't written. Hit me up if you sent a character and haven't seen him or her.
