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One Jump Ahead (Open) Jul 10, 2011 17:39:31 GMT -5

Post by Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney on Jul 10, 2011 17:39:31 GMT -5

Why did Peacekeepers wear white uniforms? It made no sense to him; perhaps it was nice on a hot day, but the drawbacks were obvious. At night, they were plain as day- he could see every one that was on duty from his own rooftop. A pair of them lazily strutted from one building to the next, while one lone woman decided to patrol the streets with her pistol drawn. Guess no one at the compound wanted a partner who took the job seriously. He found it to be a charming testament that even Panem's elite were just everyday men and women in strategically-ineffective uniforms.

He'd been looking forward to this all week, just as he had every time he'd made a plan. Gaius supposed he could just make his rounds more often, but having his notoriety skyrocket wouldn't be pleasant. His entertainment would have to come to him like a new invention- in the smallest of increments.

Leaping downward, he caught a windowsill he was familiar with and inched down to the next on his left leg. The art was thousands of years old, but no less dangerous now than it was in the era of its conception. One slip of the foot could mean a broken leg, paralysis, death, or a thousand other things Gaius wasn't afraid of. Life was too short as it was to worry about whether or not it would be shorter, right? Slowly making his way within a jump of the ground, he allowed himself to drop, and rolled to lessen the impact on his legs. Well, it's high time I've gotten started, then.

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One Jump Ahead (Open) Jul 11, 2011 1:49:27 GMT -5

Post by L'Amelie on Jul 11, 2011 1:49:27 GMT -5

Meriweather Hensbury

The Games had come around again.

It was the worst and best time of the year for her. The Games were the best time of the year for everyone in the Capitol; it was high time for the society circuit, soirees every night lasting into the wee hours of the morning, huge viewing parties and, best of all, the Victor banquet at the very end. The party held for the Victor was the most exclusive invitation anyone in the Capitol could snag and only the elitist of the elite were able to score an invitation. The past years, Meri had been brought along as a guest of her grandfather's but this year, she was determined to be invited on her own accord. Meri loved having things to aspire too, as they came along so rarely in her life.

As exciting as Games season was, she also dreaded anything and everything that could ever remind her of Melchior. No one knew about it. She wasn't close to anyone enough to tell them something like that. It had been four years since he died and the pain had faded to a dull ache that sometimes filled the space behind her cheekbones when she was alone at night, but sometimes she would be watching the Games and one of the male tributes would look at the camera a certain way, or drop down from a tree branch (Melchior's trademark entrance) and everything came rushing back like she had watched him die yesterday.

After hearing the news about the various Reapings, she decided to treat herself to a shopping spree, in order to rid herself of all the bad vibes that came along with it. Four hours and six shopping bags later, she was walking from the milliner's back to the apartment, gleefully humming to herself that new song that was playing over the loudspeaker in the department store.

Suddenly, the toe of her boot caught a crack in the sidewalk and she went sprawling, her bags flying everywhere. There were hardly any cracks in the sidewalks of the Capitols and leave it to her to find on and injure herself on it. Lying belly to the ground and feeling very sorry for herself right about then, she hardly even noticed the figure scaling windowsills a few stories about her.

When the figure let go and hit the ground, Meri couldn't help but scream a little. It was like the boy had come tumbling down out of the sky! Lauria often teased her about being scared too easily, but even her sister couldn't blame her for this one.

Meri scrambled upright, snagging the handles of as many of her bags as possible and holding them to her chest, as though they could protect from any harm. The figure, now confirmed to be a boy around her age, maybe a bit younger, stood in front of her. The first thing she noticed about him was his eyes- blue and piercing, like they could see down into her soul.

"W-Wh-who..." she stuttered, still slightly out of breath from her tumble. 'Who are you?"

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One Jump Ahead (Open) Jul 11, 2011 9:26:50 GMT -5

Post by Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney on Jul 11, 2011 9:26:50 GMT -5

Civilians. He forgot to account for civilians. He assumed that the darkness would cover him, and that so few people would be out at that hour of the night that it wouldn't matter anyway. Does anyone in the Capitol ever sleep? He palmed his face- not because of something the woman did, but because he saw the hypocrisy in what he had just thought. Fortunately, that wasn't a mistake he would find himself repeating any time soon. Unfortunately, he would have to deal with this particular woman either way.

It wasn't as if he didn't have a moment to talk, though. When he was firmly on his feet, he gave a casual, perhaps even tenable answer. "No one more than you," he insisted. "I was just about to do a bit of late-night/early morning shopping myself. Pardon my tone if it's condescending, but I feel the need to answer the usual questions before I hear them." His eyes shifted toward the street he planned to run through first, then back to the woman. "I'm not in a hurry, the front door will not suffice, and I learned how to do it at the church on Hail Street."

It was fortunate for him that an air of eccentricity didn't mean much to a Peacekeeper report- even though his was distinct, almost the entire Capitol had a sort of it. A hand went into his jacket, presumably to see if his wallet was on his person. He barely knew the woman, but he already had quite an impression. She'd caught him coming down a building, despite the hour- a building that could very well have been her house, in which case he'd have to run and get a haircut the next day. On a more positive note, however, she did remind him a little of July- perhaps a bit older, but similar, if the bags on her arms said anything about her personally. Good thing I can't afford to stay around her for long- I'd have trouble telling them apart when I'm senile.

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