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And You Thought You Were Here To Party? ((Quint)) Sept 3, 2010 0:13:52 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Sept 3, 2010 0:13:52 GMT -5

~Ana Laroche~

“Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.” ~Robinson Jeffers

Jack Chamberlin…and from the Capitol! Oh how interesting this will be. Ana placed the file she was in charge with on the desk that was conveniently right beside her. This was her work, what she lived for. The brutal woman her family had wished her to be was finally in her surroundings, ready to work on what she did best. She closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. This is work. This is work. Because despite popular opinion, Ana was not truly cruel, not unless she had to be. It always took her a few moments to let her aggressive nature out, to let her eyes grow cold as she stared deep into the eyes of the unfortunate soul who was stuck under her case. Interrogation methods were quite the interesting ideas, some which she thought were ingenious. But the ones that worked were the ones that Ana took much time and thought into planning. Most of the time, they would work. And if not…oops.

With a crack of a knuckle, Ana stood up from where she was sitting and moved to the interrogation room. The moment she entered was the moment a smirk came to her face. The detainee was already there, blindfolded on Ana’s request. She always did enjoy taking off the blindfold herself during an interrogation. After all, what else was there really to see? She examined his condition, taking note that the other Peacekeepers had done a very good job with him. Those wounds would take quite a long time to heal. But now it was her turn, her turn to drive the information out of the man. But first, she was going to take it easy. Just a few general questions here and there...and then she would be allowed to act however she wished. Most of the time the methods she chose were not pleasant, but there was no point in refining them; once she had the information she needed, that was all that mattered.

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“Well well well. Who do we have here?” Careful hands reached up to the blindfold, and with a sudden jerk, yanked it off. “I just need a brief introduction. Who you are. Why you are here. You know, the works.” Ana’s smirk grew as she stared at the young man with unforgiving eyes. Oh yes, her colleagues had done quite a good job with this man. Bruises could be seen all over his body; clear, defined strikes marked his face, arms, legs. Some were going through the healing process; others were just going to take time. And some….well, some were going to be used by Ana. All it took was one strike, and the pain would spread like a wildfire—only if she knew which ones would be the most effective.

Ana widened her eyes, pretending she had made such a huge mistake. In her mind, though, it was all just a part of her plan, her plan to toy with the young man. There must have been a good reason why he was sitting in that chair; not only was she going to find out why, she was going to know the specifics, down to the color of the fly that was in the room at the time of his arrest. “Did I forget to introduce myself? Now now, we can’t have that at all, can we?” With a quick movement, Ana moved to stand behind the chair, her hands resting on the edge of it, her mouth close to the man’s ear. Her smirk was long gone, her face completely unforgiving. “I’m Laroche, Ana Laroche. And all you need to know is that I will not end this interrogation until you give me all the little details. When I say all of the details, I mean all of them. Don’t even think about leaving out the color of the wall of the room in which my colleagues came to arrest you. Do I make myself clear?”

A small smirk made reappearance as Ana made a few strides to the wall to the right of the window. The interrogation window. Oh how Ana loved that thing. She remembered the first time she was on the other side of the window, being one of the observers. Watching the interrogation already gave her an enthralling feeling, one that made her eyes glisten. Well, now she was the one doing the interrogation and who knows who was watching her at the moment. And she was not going to disappoint. She turned her attention back to the pitiful man on the seat, her eyes piercing into his. “Ready to begin?”[/blockquote]

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And You Thought You Were Here To Party? ((Quint)) Sept 12, 2010 20:52:12 GMT -5

Post by Quint on Sept 12, 2010 20:52:12 GMT -5

INTERROGATION CENTER

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In all likelihood, Jack Chamberlain was probably going to get hurt. Bad. Really really bad. This wasn’t the first time he had been tortured. 20 some years ago was a long time. Long enough to remember and build a slight resentment over several beatings he had taken as a child. When his parents were taken away, he and his brother were interrogated, questioned and battered in order to get whatever rebel influence their parents had left before they were sent away into the Districts. They were somewhere out there; perhaps listening to his voice everyday over the radio. Or was it all just a cover-up? The authorities could’ve lied to him, trying to hide the facts from two 5 year old children. Wherever his parents were, they were most likely safe.

He, however, was not. He stared into the darkness, unable to see past the grimy blindfold tied around his eyes. The PeaceKeeper had been there awhile, reading over his files, being awfully quiet; which was torture enough. He hated waiting. Not knowing when she would strike or yell, or even worse, take out that hellish electroshock-gun. Finally she spoke and tore off the blindfold. At first, he felt pain, then relief. The guards that had brought him in made sure to make the rag taut, leaving no slack at all. For 3 hours, it had been tightened against his head. When she took it off, he suddenly felt the blood rush back into his head, his vision still blurry. He had to blink several times before his sight was in focus. Readjusting to the light was a challenge, leaving the interrogator standing before him obscure and hazy.

“Jack Chamberlain,” he answered hoarsely; all the screaming had taken his voice away. “Treasonous speech...” He said no more, no less. Being a smart ass got you in trouble here. Anyone who was stupid enough to actually joke around with this kind of business was either completely foolish or already accepted their death. This concept, however, was one that was very narrow minded. It appeared that they didn’t take in the fact that these people would not only murder, but they would make it last. They would hurt you until you were actually trying to kill yourself in your own cell. Just answer their questions and maybe they’ll let you live.

The PeaceKeeper introduced herself, sliding behind him, her mouth brushing against his ear as she spoke. He bit his lip, not out of fear, but rather amused at the mediocre, yet slightly seductive cliché. He recalled once hosting a radio segment mocking the very PeaceKeepers in the interrogation center. What ever happened to the nostalgic PeaceKeepers? He also found it jocular that she’d ever suspect him of lying. There was no point. His crime was literally broadcasted all across Panem, including the Capitol. Lying would only things worse at this stage. Though how much damage could she do? She wasn’t at all formidable as the other interrogators. The ones that had beaten him the other day must’ve been at least twice her size.

Her eyes met his and a prickly chill crawled up his spine. It was up to him to sort the sight out between something that struck fear or intimacy. How could the Capitol turn her into a PeaceKeeper? Obviously, they’d assigned him this girl because he was from the Capitol. Their home. He was one of them. Though, something deep down warned him to not underestimate. He truthfully hoped she wasn’t as corrupt as her coworkers. She was a pretty little thing.

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When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

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And You Thought You Were Here To Party? ((Quint)) Sept 12, 2010 23:04:09 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Sept 12, 2010 23:04:09 GMT -5

Treasonous speech? I…was not expecting that. While Ana thought about what she could possibly do, she studied him with calculated eyes. He looked unfazed, pondering as well. What was he thinking about? Laughing at her? Amused that he was being interrogated by a female Peacekeeper? The corners of Ana’s mouth turned down, revealing her weak spot. It wasn’t going to matter, though, not while she was in the room. As long as she said nothing, she had nothing to fear. Nothing except the man who was sitting in the room.

Ana began tapping her chin, curious as to what she needed to do. What did she need to ask? What type of information was she supposed to get out of him? She had heard about the radio station in which he worked in but what exactly he said? That was something Ana was not privy to. She had a good feeling that the rest of the file was stored with one of her more “experienced” male counterparts. Deep resentment found a way to course through as Ana continued to stare. No. I cannot be having this internal argument right now. Not when I’m supposed to be doing my job, the one I live for, the one where I know what I’m doing. Stop it, Ana! Get focused.

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“Why are you here?” Ana shook her head and turned to face the wall, her arms crossed against her chest. Nothing made sense…this wasn’t right. “I’m not asking about why they left you in this place; I’m wondering why they asked me to interrogate you.” Ana turned around to look at the man, her forehead scrunched up in confusion. What did the Capitol want to know? What was going to be considered useful information to them? Ana turned her eyes away, almost ashamed of what she was doing. Work mode…get into work mode.

Closing her eyes, Ana tried to think of what to ask. The only thing that came up was mundane questions, questions that would never matter to the Capitol. Oh well, it was worth a try. “Your broadcast…what did you mention?” Ana knew she must have looked stupid to ask such a question, but Capitol radio waves did not reach District 4, and she never bothered listening to the radio in the first place; she left that job for the monkeys who hunted down treasonous citizens like Mr. Chamberlain. Her eyebrows were still furrowed, wondering what she could possibly do. He didn’t seem like the type of man who would submit to an interrogation, but what did he have to hide?

“And also…I want to know what you were thinking when you uttered whatever it was that landed you here. I want to know who else was behind this, who it was who supported you into saying it.” Ana slowly walked back to the man, maintaining eye contact. Her eyes were trained on the blue, trying to see if they would yield at all. "And most importantly, I want to know how you knew that information.” She was stalling and she knew that if anyone was watching her, they would know it too. The last part was essential, though. If the man had heard it from mere rumours, then it would lead to a pathway to the source. But if he learned it from a trusted source, one who had inside information on the Capitol and its dealings, then the whole thing would be blown out of proportions.

”I have to know…” I have to know. Ana’s words came out in a whisper, her Peacekeeper side slowly losing its grasp on her. Treasonous speech? Ana would have done a better job if it was for poaching or public brawl. At least she could use force. But for treasonous speech? Ana was blanking out. She needed to prove herself to her colleagues, that she did not just rely on physical force. Prove to them…that I can do this job. Even after several years, I still find myself trying to prove myself. So I must. To prove them wrong, I have to find out what this man knows.

Her eyes narrowed, their direction no longer at the man in the center of the room. Her back was once again turned from him for her sake. She couldn’t believe that she was beginning to lose it. No, I will not! Otherwise, I will never hear the end of it. The reminder was enough to bring Ana’s focus back once again, but not enough to bring herself to turn around. She was still frowning, not pleased with how the whole interrogation was going. She needed to do better.[/blockquote]

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