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Merlot Pinot Noir

Actions/Thoughts: 5b419c
Speaking: 8745a8
Drunken Voice In Head: 713f8a

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The fat Peacekeeper who originally hailed from the Capitol had not a clue why the move from District Twelve to District Eleven had happened. He was not a standout in District Twelve, and now he had to move to one of the toughest district to be a keeper of peace in. So why! Just why did he have to move to this district. Now he had to behave, which sucked. Sure there was a lot of wine, but the rules here were so tight. Peacekeepers were allowed to have some of it, but not anything close enough to satisfy a man of Merlot's size.

The only time that Merlot was really able to steal things was the night, and that was exactly what time it was now. One of the few things that Merlot actually enjoyed about this new District was how spread out it was, there was just so much space for everything. His new house was tenfold bigger than the house that he had in District Twelve, but he doubted that he would have it for a long time. There would be new Peacekeepers, better ones, that would come to work in eleven, and Merlot would promptly be shipped back to District Twelve. Another thing that he found to be quite great about this District was the grapes. Grapes meant wine. Wine, his beloved wine, there was nothing more that he loved in this world than wine.

Because it was night in the middle of the winter, there was nobody in the fields. It was not cold in the least in this district in the middle of the winter, something that twelve could not say. Merlot promptly added that to the list of things that were better for him in District Eleven. Beside the fact that there still was some heat in this unfamiliar district, there still was nobody out in the fields picking the food. It was not the 'harvest', something that he had heard about many a time from his superiors. The rules that were in place were just crazy in this new district of his. He could use a good amount of fun, he was getting too bored with all these stupid rules.

Stoping at a grape vine, which was hard to see in the middle of the night, Merlot squatted down, holding a precious grape in his hand. He wanted so much for these babies to be turned into wine, his wine. But he doubted they would. Many of the grapes used were just grapes, nothing more nothing less. It was quite annoying to Merlot. Why did people have to eat grapes, why couldn't they just drink wine. It would have made his life one hell of a lot better. BUt there was no way that the Capitol would listen to a lowly Peacekeeper, not even if the Peacekeeper was from the Capitol. He had a chance to be a important figure when he lived in the Capitol, but he threw away all of his money on wine. He was his own worst enemy. What he did was just stupid. How could someone from such a great place become so pointless in life. It seemed odd to Merlot that he could fail so badly. He had a life of ease then, but now he had the life of a soldier. Nobody in their right mind would chose the later of the two.

Of course the Peacekeeper was in a drunken stupor at the moment. He had been drinking all of the alcohol he got weekly the day he got it, and it just so happened that it had come to him today. It was actually quite nice to be drunk again, for the first time in just about a week. Tomorrow he would have more than a massive hangover, chances are he would be throwing up later tonight. But that was not one of the important thoughts in his mind right now, maybe he would just be able to he happy with the beauty of his district while drunk. After all, the grape was one of the best looking fruits in the world, in Merlot's mind at least. Then again, everything that had to do with grapes seemed attractive to this drunkard.

Putting on a rubber glove he plucked one from the vine, chances are nobody would notice that only one went missing, but it was only smart to say careful. Nobody would be able to know that it was he who took it. He then with some decent skill tossed the grape into his mouth before chewing it. The grape tasted nothing like wine, because it had not been fermented juice long enough to turn into alcohol, but it still tasted like an explosion of juice in his mouth, and that was because it was. Quickly he put on another glove in case he was to stumble upon anything in the night. He never k new if he was going to touch something in this euphoria that came when he eat a grape or drank wine, so it was important to take these precautions.