A Day with Nicodemus [-Z-]

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A Day with Nicodemus [-Z-] Oct 11, 2010 15:32:51 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 11, 2010 15:32:51 GMT -5

It was rare for the words "Interrogation" to be seen on my schedule. Often times, it would be replaced with things like "Patrol" or "Jail Guard". So, when I glanced upon the sheet, and saw the 13 letter word, I geared up as quickly as possible, and headed towards the small room in which the prisoners would be questioned.

I took this time to read over the file. Not much was given. Just a name and gender. At least I knew I was looking for a boy named Nicodemus. That would help some what.
"Hello there Johnston. Having a good day?" I asked the guard at the door. He nodded in response, and opened the door to the room. Not many of the guards liked to talk. Which suits me fine. I don't fancy it either. So, when I opened the door to see the boy sitting in a chair, I felt my throat tighten, and sweat begin.

"Ah, okay. Mr. Oliver. Please state your age, District and crimes you were charged with."

all I need's a whisper in a world that only shouts

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A Day with Nicodemus [-Z-] Oct 11, 2010 16:58:22 GMT -5

Post by -Z- on Oct 11, 2010 16:58:22 GMT -5

Well, hell. This is one shit situation I'm in.

One minute I'm sitting in a cell in the middle of god-knows-where Panem for something that was a total joke, and the next I'm beaten bloody and bruised and shoved into a bare room. Well, not totally bare. In the middle of the room stood a small metal table and a small metal chair. My own small metal room. At the very least I was free of that whack-job who thought he was narrating a radio show that no one was around to hear. This surely didn't mean anything good though. The accommodations here were even less hospitable than my last location, if that were even possible. That room had a bed.

That meant I wouldn't be here more than a few hours. The possible reasons for that short of a visit... My thoughts are interrupted when a guard walked in. I was used to seeing all these Peacekeepers around during my time here. They were as common as fish were in District Four. And as the others had, this one greeted me far from kindly, with a line of commands.

"Fifteen. District Four. public brawling, assault against a peacekeeper, and treasonous speech." I rattle off in order. No one asked for names. They all knew mine, although I knew none of thier's. So I was used to giving out different information instead.

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A Day with Nicodemus [-Z-] Oct 11, 2010 18:56:51 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 11, 2010 18:56:51 GMT -5

The boy looked up, and stated the information. It was a simple procedure, one that every officer would do each interrogation session. Then, the rest was up to us. We had the tools at our disposal, whether physical instruments, or methods of the tongue. But it was often the worst method to plan ahead. So, I began to play it by ear.
"Alright Nick. Can I call you Nick? Listen man. There's no point in us sitting here and arguing." Slowly, I make my way over to the camera that is hanging from the wall. It tracks our every move. My fingers brush the switch, and the camera flicks down, powerless.

"Now, before you get any ideas, I'm not going to beat you. So, here's my thoughts. I don't see anything wrong with what you did. Well, other than the fact that you possibly assaulted my buddy, I see nothing wrong with what you did. I'm not like all the other officers. I know that people have their opinions. I know the Games and all the other things they make you do are horrible. I've had to live through watching my sister go through that. But you got caught with it. There's something wrong with that. Now, all I'm going to do is ask one thing. And after that, as far as I'm concerned, you should be free to go." I choose my words carefully, making sure I don't give up much valuable information. The kid deserves a break though. He's 15 years old. They often don't know what they are saying.

"So. Nick. Why did you do it?"

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A Day with Nicodemus [-Z-] Oct 11, 2010 22:02:44 GMT -5

Post by -Z- on Oct 11, 2010 22:02:44 GMT -5

Why'd I do it?

Fair enough question as any, I guess. Problem was, I wasn't too sure. It definitely depended on which accusation he was referring to. The Fishguts, the rebel-speak lessons or the vicious beating of my brother? Ok, keep the snarkiness low... "Which part? The part where I threw a bucket of fishguts in a Peacekeeper's face? That was 'cause he was trying to steal my catch." Doing well so far...

"Treasonous speech, I was pissed off and given a chance to vent about it. The neighbors overheard.
" Losing it...

"And the public brawling charge comes from me not wanting to put up with my shit-head of a brother for another damn second as he tried to dump a pile of lies on top of me to make me look like a bad guy." By the end of this, I was standing up and leaning over the table towards my inquisitor. Surely that wasn't the smartest move. With a sharp exhale, I sat back down.

"S'all there is to it..."

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A Day with Nicodemus [-Z-] Oct 23, 2010 16:53:03 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 23, 2010 16:53:03 GMT -5

I nod, and walk over to the camera. My finger presses against the button, turning it back on.
"And, if you do that ever again, I will beat you harder than you've ever imagined." I wink at Nicodemus, and then head towards the door. "Goodbye Nicodemus." A laugh escapes my lips, and I flick a switch. The switch transfers large amounts of electricity through a wire, and up the chair. He will feel pain, that's for sure. And isn't that what we are supposed to do? Make every single person that ever comes in here realize their actions were wrong. I slip a bat from my belt, and walk over to Nicodemus. He's being electrified, but that doesn't stop me from smashing the bat across his jaw. "Never trust a Peacekeeper Nick. Never trust life."

OOC:
Sorry for such a short post Z. I'm museless, but wanted to post this for you. As far as I'm concerned, Nicodemus can leave.