jasper furneaux } d13 . fin

( j a s p e r )

"Are you the- the Jasper- that I assigned to the retrieval flight?"

I was named after a fire stone. 

"Yes ma'am," I kneel. 

"Get off the ground," and I do. 

Simple as that. 

"You're assigned to escort the technician Pandora to district four in order to locate the lost hovercraft by the missing Lenore Delamer. Do you comprehend?"

"Yes ma'am," I nod.

"And you're allowed to have a personality."

"Yes ma'am." 

As simple as that, I don't make mistakes. 

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I was named after a fire stone. 

My sisters the same, my mother built us that way to survive, to thrive for the president's work. We're working women and what can I say? We're the best there are. It's in our coding, really. Three generations deep we've lived this life, my family's been in district thirteen since the beginning to serve those who protect us and to serve ourselves as well. So of course I was chosen for this mission, I mean, of anybody it was gonna be my sisters or I. The morning of I woke to the schedule, seven a.m. at the scanner printing my day on the sleeve of my arm: breakfast at eight, mission at nine. 

And I grinned, blushing nearly I swear if I was a pussy I would've cried on the spot. My eldest sister punched the hell out of my arm but she didn't get shit. "Nice fucking goin', Jasper!"

"Thanks bitch," I laugh and walk through the door. 

My mother snaps at us for language and City responds with, "yeah stop fucking cussing,"  behind me and I can practically hear her ass about to get murdered. 

Nice. 

We walk in lines together to the center after breakfast, roasting the weakass who tried to snatch Onyx after she stole food from him. Around here we're the big kahunas, we gotta let them whores know. Our district thirteen grey clothes stained and cut, our uniform boots stomping on the ground as we walk and cuss and cackle and we're savages in a field of fucking daisies. No wonder I got picked for this job - I'm the only one capable. 

I ask City the time, she tells me 8:25. 

The girl next to me in the center's digging in her locker. She has brown mousy hair, cut short and placed in front of her face - she screams tactician. They're the weakest ones around practically, can't handle their own for their life and half of them are scared of their fucking shadows; I can't wait to meet Pandora. I grab the girl's clothes from outta her hands, "what's ya name?"

Prazzy's howling practically. 

"Ansley," she's annoyed.

I look back, my sisters clapping and whistling, and I'm grinning, prepping my leg on the bench and pushing my sleeve up my arm flexing, "oh girl, you like what you're seeing as much as I do?" I cackle and she stares at me disgruntled before I shove the clothes back into her chest. I grab my bag from the locker and slam it, not bothering to lock it back, "what Jasper, living ones not your type or something?"

"She's already boring me, that's the problem."

"Strange, guessin' you just like the easy ones like Ellessia?"

"Oh fuck off."

"Oh come on Jasp', don't go running once the tea is spilled!"

"I'm not running, just unlike you fuckers I actually have something to do!"

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Nice. 

Pandora and I met up for the first time at the hovercraft holdings, she's tiny and got a loud mouth like me, except she never knows when to shut it. And hell, she seems smart, I'm assuming she was chosen rightfully just as I was for this mission so that's a thing I have to honor; however, if she rants my ear off the entire flight over I swear I'll escort her into the fucking ocean. She was the one who asked to meet up formally to introduce herself, and I accepted it. I eyed her up in our first conversation, my hands shoved in the pockets of my aviator jacket. 

"Hello, Jasper - Miss Jasper? I'll refer to you as Miss Jasper to keep this utmost formal. I was chosen as I was one of the utmost prepared and devoted to our cause and I will see to it personally this mission be successful, and I hope the same from you. Albiet I hold trust in our president to choose my escort carefully just as she chose for me to be the mission's technician, I-"

"Do you know how to shut the hell up?" 

"Oh."

She's prideful at least. Thumb pointed in her chest and chin held high, shoulders back and standing straight for all five feet she had. Fucking hell I was not looking forward to this. I pulled my hair back and she kept her stance, her mouth shut for a second. 

I zoned out for the rest of our talk. 

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jasper furneaux ;
district thirteen, female, twenty five
fuckboy

coding : elegant