four || modest 'sketch' mcdong [cb]

It's three o'clock in the morning and Modest McDong has decided, after someone felt it was alright to approach her last week, that District Four has slept in comfort for too long.

Every few months, she has to make a spectacle. Not too public. It doesn't have to be some grand gesture, naked-as-the-day-she-was-born level scene that invites- nay, demands- every eye be drawn to her. While those kinds of displays can be fun, Mo is more a fan of the quieter acts that get passed down the grapevine.

It pleases her to no end that people still refer to her as the girl who tried to smoke seaweed and vomited on Dumbass Eddie's porch on the day of his wedding in front of his mother who had rushed back to get Corinne's lace veil.

Truly, it's quite tricky business to plan out her... plans. There's a careful balance in making the district both fear you and be amused by you. You have to be harmless enough that people won't involve the Peacekeepers, but just threatening enough that they'll leave you the fuck alone every day.

There a quiet, peaceful house that has a first-floor window cracked open. It's halfway between her own and the center of town. Perfect. Mo clears her throat a little, testing the waters, before she begins to make unsteady hiccuping cries that sound alarmingly like a baby who has had enough. Turning on her heel away from the house that seems entirely unaffected, Mo scans across the street until she sees a wide-eyed young boy watching her from a second floor window. Still crying, still maintaining the most painfully uncomfortable eye-contact she has ever had the joy of partaking in, Mo walks backwards down the street and out of sight behind a building.

Sketch: Mission Success.