Jacqueline Monaghan D3 \\FIN//

Jacqueline Monaghan
Eighteen years of age
Female
The third district of Panem
odair
Fc is Bex Taylor-Klaus
Theme: Clocks & Timepieces by Search The City

You are a peacekeeper stationed in the third district of Panem. It is currently your job to study and interrogate the willful teenagers that are part of any line-up. Currently, the crime in question is a seemingly random act of arson, and based on eye witness reports, your superiors have pulled together a list of the six likeliest suspects for questioning. So far, your efforts have been inconclusive, but now you are about to interview suspect number five. Hopefully, you get somewhere with this one. She is glaring balefully at the two way mirror as if she can see you. You've seen this type of look on suspects faces before. It is somewhere between annoyance and boredom, as if silently asking what possible reasons you could have for bringing her in. Yup flip through the scant information you have. While this girl does not have a criminal record, she matches the physical description given by the witnesses. The name at the top of the file reads Jacqueline Monaghan in big, bold, black lettering;and though the facial structure is the same, the picture of the girl enclosed in the papers looks somewhat different from the one sitting in the middle of the room. You decide the photo must be a few years old and set it down to appraise the girl with your own eyes.

The first thing you notice is that she is dressed more like a young man, with boots, a pair of blue jeans and a worn leather jacket that has definitely seen better days. She is lanky, but not overly tall; five foot eight, if the record is to be believed. She has crossed her legs under the table and crossed her arms over her nearly flat chest. Her pale lips are curled into a sneer above her weak chin, and once again, you can't shake the feeling that she knows exactly where you're standing. Dark sienna eyes continue to glare from over a slightly pointed nose, but your gaze is drawn to her hair. It is shaved close to her scalp on the sides but left to grow longer in the middle, hanging over the right side in wavy black strands occasionally broken up by a hint of coloring. While hair dye from is more available here than in lower districts it is still rather costly. You deduce that either she has stolen some, is able to make her own, or comes from wealthier stock than most children in three. The first is the most likely explanation, and you resolve to keep a closer eye on this colorful suspect. Eventually, you enter the room after setting your watch to time the interrogation. The girl watches your movements with guarded interest but says nothing as you take the seat across from her.

***

You say good afternoon, to which you get no reply. You jot down the word belligerent in your notes and pull out the girls psychological profile from the school, thumbing through it quietly, the only noise in the room a small hum from the air conditioning unit. The file shows that she is quite intelligent, scoring top marks in the maths and engineering sciences; it also says that she has failed most group projects and has a tendency to display antisocial behavior. She does not talk to the instructors, nor talk back to them; it is also rare for to observe her talking with many other students. She is known to be spend a majority of her time in any one of the numerous workshops, tinkering away at whatever catches her fancy. You decide this is well worth noting. A smart, but belligerent person that doesn't care much for other people sounds like the type of person that would be capable of committing the crime in question. You also note that at this juncture, she seems unusually calm and collected for someone brought in for questioning. She has yet to make a single sound, but continues to stare in a way that could be considered unnerving.

You ask her straight to the point about her whereabouts the previous evening. Finally, you get some measure of reaction out of her. She smiles softly while continuing to glare, giving her the appearance of a person plotting something dastardly."I was in my dad's workshop." You ask if there is anyone who can correlate what she has just told you, to which she responds with an emphatic "No." You then ask her what she was doing in the workshop alone at night. She uncrosses her arms and places them on the table, one at a time. She takes some time to formulate an answer and you mark down that she may be lying to you.