& chimers & satisfaction & luna &

Guns were a terrible idea. Who the hell had decided to give Peacekeepers such strong weapons? Like any of the cowards of the Districts would go up against the mass of uniformed men and women, even if they were unarmed. Well maybe Thea could not speak for the country as a whole, but in her opinion rebellion was futile and attacking a 'Keeper was plain, old stupid.

Thats why she did not feel bad for the idiot who had just been shot through the neck. Right in front of her, the body fell with a thud, leaving Thea checking her clothes for blood-stains and thinking about just how hard it would be for the three Peacekeepers to move the large man they had just shot down. She watched them trying to lift the body and contemplated walking up to the three, big-strong-men types and asking them if they needed any help. Hopefully they would not shoot her on site for fear of having to carry an even heavier weight than just the obese shop-owner who had called them blasphemous demons or servants of the devil.

She decided not to though, following her whim as per usual. Thea just clattered away from the bloody scene, her four inch, work-heels taking her down the street at a pretty fast rate. (No, she was not a Hooker--just short and in need of some extra height and four was as high as the boss allowed her to wear.) Thea was unbothered by this latest death. She had grown up and now lived in an awful neighborhood where death and destruction were common words in the vocabularies of most people. Well, if they were smart enough to figure out what 'destruction' was (too many syllables and letters for some) That was just the way the world worked, although the further up the street she walked, the less crime and Peacekeepers she saw. Good neighborhood.

Thea was going to a party at some lavish, two-story house by the ocean. In District Four, multiple floors belonging to one family was just about as unbelievable as saying President Snow liked puppies. Thea held up her slender hand, checking for the address. She was early, after deciding to go straight from work to the party instead of changing and being considered 'fashionably late.' Her brown eyes peered through one of the houses open windows to find not even one other guest had arrived. Humiliated, she found herself hurrying across the street to go sit on a bench rather than face the host who had been setting up bowls of food and drinks when she had looked through the window.

ooc- ignore that terrible post. Thea is sitting on a bench, do as you will with her.