A surprise inspection(KAY,Open)

A surprise inspection(KAY,Open) Apr 23, 2012 16:50:03 GMT -5

Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Apr 23, 2012 16:50:03 GMT -5

Kevin-

He sat at his oak wood desk. Just a boring day for him. Nothing had happened in a while. The last thing to happen in the district was the whipping that had not happened that long ago. He remembered it really well. The girl had tried to throw a knife at him and he had all those kids he let go. He knew he should have made the others pay but he couldn't do it. Not by himself. So he grabbed the girl and made her life hell. He had whipped her he didn't know how hard. But he remembered the blood well. Then again he was the one who had to clean it all off afterwards so why wouldn't he remember it.

He snapped back from his day dream after hearing something from outside of the building. He looked around. He tried to remember if anything was suppose to go on today. Nothing came to his mind. He was scared a little now. He knew if nothing was planned that meant one of two things. Either there was a stupid person getting introuble and he should ignore it. Or the worse thing that he could think. A surprise insepection from the Peacekeeper he was afraid of the most. He choked on some spit at the thought of that actually happening.

Then he heard the thing he dreaded the most come over the radio. The news of a surprise inspection ran through the radio like a mosquito. The words were clear enough for everyone to hear, " All Peacekeepers be extra careful. Surprise inspection. All Peacekeepers not patrolling meet up at the train yard to greet the inspector." He swalllowed his spit not knowing what to really think. All he knew was to get to the trainyard as quick as possible. He grabbed his helmet and rifle and ran out of the building behind everyone else.

He ran through the district at a full sprint. Boots hitting the dirt with no care on what it hit, let it be a rock or a hole. He just knew he had to be the one that had to greet the surprise inspector. Just what he wanted to do today. But he knew it was not a choice but his job. He kept running through streets now and alleyways. Taking shortcut after shortcut hoping that he was not late. Then he saw the trainyard. Also saw he was not late. He let out a sigh of relief knowing that he made good timing out here.

He heard the train come to a screech and come to a halt. He saw the steam release from it knowing that meant he was about to meet the person that could make or break his career right now. The surprise inspection was never a good one. But he couldn't worry about that because he knew that nothing should go wrong. He saw the doors open. Then someone stepped out of the train that looked important. He took off his helmet and shouldered his rifle across his back and stuck his hand out to the person. He spoke in his loudest voice and said, " Glad to see you here. What brings you to district 12... Nothing has happened in a while." He wanted to slap himself for his comment. But he waited for the person to reply.

A surprise inspection(KAY,Open) May 9, 2012 17:10:36 GMT -5

Post by d10f ekta ram // [earthling] on May 9, 2012 17:10:36 GMT -5

That flow, that spark, that crown, you looking at the king of the jungle now
Stronger than ever can’t hold me down

Dick had tried to be gracious about accepting the assignment, he really did. But the truth was, he hadn't gotten a proper assignment in close to a year, and so it was a surprise. Not the good kind, like on Reaping Days when his cousin sent him a gift basket, more like the sort of surprise you get after eating some really spicy cuisine out in the lower districts. He wasn't sure what had spurred the President to decide that he needed to actually do stuff, but whatever it was that ticked him off, Dick wanted no part of it. He didn't relish the idea of sojourning in Twelve, but anywhere was better than the Capitol between Games these days.

Well, almost anywhere, he realized as the train pulled in. Twelve was so deteriorated, he wondered why anyone wanted to live there. He could literally see the coal dust falling from the nearby mine onto the platform, and soon his patent black Peacekeeper boots would be mucked with it. Not that they weren't normally mucked with all variety of things... but he'd gone through all the trouble of sitting around while they were shined that morning. Of course he hadn't let the stylists get a hold of his uniform. It was white as the snow, but rumpled just the way he liked it.

He tucked his cap under one arm, his rifle slung across his chest so that the butt of it rest against his back hip. He took a deep breath of clean, Capitol air, and then waved to one of his lackeys who opened the door. A flurry of grey dust immediately breezed into the compartment, and Dick rolled his eyes. He'd no doubt hear about that upon his return.

He stepped out, fully expecting to have some time to acclimate himself, but there was already a welcoming party. One of the Peacekeepers stepped forward and shoved his hand into the short space between them. Dick eyed it skeptically for a moment before brushing his own palm against the other's, and decided that would suffice for a hand shake this far out.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Dick began as he tried to subtly shake the dust off his palm. "Business second, lad. I'm Benedict Tucker. What's your name?" Not that he would remember - that's what his staff was for. They took the notes. He just observed. Dick scanned the crowd behind the Peacekeeper and wondered what all the fuss was about. Surely no one actually cared to see him. He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial level. "You, uh, expecting someone? Some Capitolite maybe? You already have yourself a menagerie of Victors as I recall."