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Nov 19, 2022 19:59:03 GMT -5
Post by rook on Nov 19, 2022 19:59:03 GMT -5
luella saint-luce
You walk style street clad in a duck-egg green suit, briefcase tucked under the wing of your arm, hot coffee held parallel whilst you type away into a smartphone with your free hand. The train was forty seconds late, and there is the strong smell of petrichor lingering in the soil.
Passing by a semi-restored building from the war, you pause to look at the damage left behind from the former rebellion, left now as a display, or a memorial perhaps. A scatter graph of bullet holes stretch across a cracked wall, starting in one corner and crawling across to the other. A broken concrete smile.
It's a warning to the people of the Capitol. If you don't keep up this illusion of total control, then you're all just a rebellion away from being lined up against a similar wall and-
Game Over.
The sliding doors of your office open, you walk into the battlefield and survey the chaos. Paper is littered all over the floors, whilst unanswered, abandoned phones ring manically, filling the air with an irritating blare. Interns rush about, taking drafts to type up in full before deadline.
You move through the storm, and to the boardroom, where your subordinates are arguing like children.
"If we don't get a grip of this, Five could fast become a problem District."
"Maybe we can spin what's happened in Six and pin the blame on them?"
"No, that'll just unite them against us. On top of that, she'll just be a martyr for them to use."
"The people know she was a rebel at heart, and she'll always be a hero to them."
You tire of it, stepping forward into the halogen light. Silence immediately falls over the room, they respect you almost as much as they fear you - but ultimately they trust you, because you have dealt with far worse a crisis than this and steered you all through it.
You know how to fix this, just as you've fixed a hundred problems in the past. A shit-eating grin spreads across your pale face.
"Then let's put them right on that."