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buzz protocol [ jaspidot blitz May 28, 2016 2:09:47 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on May 28, 2016 2:09:47 GMT -5

jasper

(tw: she's a monster)

"Hey Pan, h-"

"For the seventh time, it isn't 'Pan.' It's Pandora."

"Hey Buzzkill,"

"Whatever."

"How about instead of keeping your ass in that recorder, we actually live a little."

"And what do you have in mind by live a little,"

"Why don't we go and get fucking plastered!"

"No."

---

I've always been a fuckboy okay.

It's practically in my coding, being raised with Onyx, City and Agate, of course I'm a fuckboy! Those sons of bitches would've killed each other to get something easy, and in district thirteen no less. And here we are: practically refugees hiding out in district four. We're outsiders here, Pandora and I, and I am her escort after all. I keep us two grounded and together the entire ride or I don't bother coming home, so how could I possibly leave Pandora out of this. As soon as we landed it was pretty much the first thing I noticed: the pretty beach babes.

That, and how bright the fucking sun is.

See, from what I can tell in this district so far is that all the women are hot and practically all the legal ones are drunk, so where does that land me? I mean, it really doesn't leave me an option. And plus, this is probably one of the few times I'll ever be here in this district, and it's my first time! Why not celebrate. Besides, it was any excuse to get out of that dingy motel room. The president gave us a budget to use to survive while we were out searching for Lenore Delamer and the lost hovercraft, so Pandora rationed the hell out of it. She slept on the ground.

I practically dragged her ass out that door myself; "we have to focus on the mission, Jasper!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know technician. And where else would Miss Delamer be then in a fucking bar?"

"But-"

"And they say you're the only one with goddamn brains around here."

By the time we got to any bar I was practically begging for a drink to drown out Pandora, her constant nitpicking and reasons and bullet lists were cutting my nerves one by one. Back in thirteen we didn't get drinks like these, pilots weren't allowed to have any type of consumption harder than wine. I don't know how that works with technicians but hell, I'm guessing it ain't too much worse. The president wants us to keep our mind on the prize and that's where I'm headed of course, "it's all apart of the mission." I whisper in her ear.

"And what do the two ladies want?"

Death, "what ever a man like you gets."

"Hoo, okay then."

Finally something worth my fucking time.

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buzz protocol [ jaspidot blitz May 30, 2016 15:35:52 GMT -5

Post by Python on May 30, 2016 15:35:52 GMT -5

pandora.

She clicked the button on the side and watched the gears turn.

”Log 25. We haven’t found a single trace of the target Lenore. I conducted my seventh search of the beach yesterday, and the only outcome was sand in my shoes. Today, we – “

need to conduct another search.

But instead of everything falling according to plan, Jasper decided to demolish the blueprint in her clever brain with another preposterous suggestion. To make matters worse, she failed yet again to address her by her proper name. It was not Pan, which was the label given to a cooking appliance. It was Pandora, the name given to a skilled technician hand-picked to lead one of the most important missions in Thirteen. Besides the infiltration of the Capitol itself, this had to be the second most important task.

She sighed and pressed the red button again, cancelling her ruined log recording. Jasper was always interrupting her notes, which was frustrating. How was she supposed to keep track of everything? As she stuffed it behind a pillow, Jasper brought up the horrid idea of ‘getting plastered’. Plastered was a colloquial term for consuming copious amounts of alcohol until a state of inebriation was reached. How were they supposed to focus on the mission if they were drunk? Pandora couldn’t even steady her hands when she was tipsy.

Technicians aren’t supposed to drink.

She yelped when Jasper practically dragged her to the door. She was too short and out of shape to put up any sort of a fight, so she used her lungs to compensate. ”We have to focus on the mission, Jasper!”

”Yeah, yeah, I know technician. And where else would Miss Delamer be then in a fucking bar?"

That didn’t make sense. Why would a lost pilot from Thirteen hide out in a bar? She tried to protest, but it was met with an insult. Her lip jutted outward into a pout as she ceased her struggling and followed Jasper. ”There are about a thousand reasons why this is a bad idea,” she grumbled. ”First of all, alcohol will inhibit our ability to focus on the mission. Second, our budget doesn’t allow us to buy a lot of these beverages. Third – “

She reached bullet point number fourteen by the time they pushed their way through the doors of a crowded bar.

”Fifteenth, these chairs are too high!”

She crawled up onto one and watched Jasper’s interaction with the employee. ”It’s all apart of the mission,” she said, but Pandora had her doubts.

”I will have a water,” she said. She didn’t trust this place.

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buzz protocol [ jaspidot blitz Aug 9, 2016 0:10:53 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 0:10:53 GMT -5

jasper

(tw: she's a monster)

”Fifteenth, these chairs are too high!”

"But who's keeping track, huh."

I whisper under my breath, the rough wood counter digging into my bare arms as Pan asks for a water, "ay bartender," he's a scruff looking man. Older, thinner and hairier; I guess for the first day out of district thirteen I shouldn't be too picky but, yikes. I'm still allowed standards. "I think fuckass here needs a booster seat, got any?" And I laugh with my gut, loud and echoing and she's not smiling but hell, this is about me! Jasper goddamn Furneaux, out and about and "oh lighten up, Pan, we're supposed to have fun!"

Of course, I don't pay attention to what she says. The man slides me something orange and a water for my co-captain, her voice echoing on the thick of my skull.

It's adorable. Kinda. Scratchy music is playing from the corner of the bar and fuck, it's as annoying as Pan's rambling but at least I'm used to it, "hold that thought." I sip my, uh, vodka? Something on the rocks or whatever I don't know drink lingo, it doesn't taste how I thought it would. "Actually, come with me," I grab her arm, wrapping my fist around her palm and drag her with me, my footsteps hard against the floorboards, "this music was draining my patience. "

"Hey fuck off my seat!" Turning around after switching the music to something less, less, I catch some man trying to sip from my chardonnay and he runs the fuck away and well, I would too. Look at me! I could probably kill a man with my kneecaps alone, and I slam into my seat again with Pandora lagging behind me. "Anyways back to uh, what you were saying."

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buzz protocol [ jaspidot blitz Aug 14, 2016 19:49:15 GMT -5

Post by Python on Aug 14, 2016 19:49:15 GMT -5

pandora.

Uncomfortable; the primary feeling sinking into her limbs. There was a lot of noise coming from every direction, buzzing in her ears like the whining engine of a broken hovercraft. It made her teeth grind. She didn’t know what a fuckass was, but it was not a skilled technician from District Thirteen, sent on one of the most important missions –

”Oh lighten up, Pan, we’re supposed to have fun!”

She huffed. ”We can’t have fun until after we retrieve Lenore. The mission is of the utmost—“

The bartender slid her a glass of water.

”Wow,” she said, slightly impressed by the speed of the establishment. In Thirteen, she had to wait in a line to be served in the cafeteria. Taller, older engineers were always obstructing her view. ”Thanks,” she finished, almost forgetting herself and her manners, although the only people who deserved such terms were the elite in Thirteen.

”As I was saying, this mission is of the utmost importance!” She continued, not bothering to take a sip of her water. She had only ordered it to appear natural.

”Hold that thought.”

Jasper wrapped an iron grip around her wrist and pulled her to the musical device in the corner. The soldier wasn’t listening to her at all, and it was frustrating. Her attention rested on music choice instead of the lost pilot. She would rather squabble over a seat than see reason! Pandora sighed and climbed back onto the discriminatory stool. ”We’re wasting precious time here!” She screeched, desperate to crawl back into her hotel room and vent her frustrations into her logs.