{This is Just To Say} [Blitz-ish, Open]

It was yet again Cassius' turn to walk the docks of District Four- a task he didn't particularly enjoy. As Head Peacekeeper he was more keen to paperwork and interrogations. Important things, not watching over yappy fishermen. District Four wasn't Cassius' home and he shared no love for it. The smell of fish made him nauseated, something Clayburn had thought he'd get used to over time. Evidently, his stomach never planned on warming to the District. Even now, just walking near the shore's edge, Cassius didn't feel his freshest.

The white uniform of a Peacekeeper made the citizens split a path for him down the pier. No one wanted to be within two feet of a Capitol crony and it suited Cassius just fine. They were so filthy, and they reeked of fish.

Sticking his hands in his pockets, Cassius continued his usually route down the shoreline. No one appeared to be "disrupting the peace" so he let his mind wander. He was thinking about other Districts- ones that didn't smell like fish, with cleaner citizens. The long train of thought didn't break off until Cassius' eye caught on something out of the ordinary.

A boy, probably sixteen or seventeen, was walking down the dock. A net was tangled up with his foot and a dead fish was caught in his hair. Although gross, the fish wasn't the accessory to the boy's outfit that made Cassius stop. There was blood all over the boy's front. From his nose, down his shirt- which was soaking wet. Cassius' mind searched through all the circumstances this could label. He settled on "Hoodlum Fight." It explained it all.

"Young man," he called out in his perfected authoritative voice. Stepping as close to the teen as he nose would allow, Cassius was disappointed by the boy's height. It was too close to his own, usually he liked to look down on his victims citizens. "Would you mind explaining your appearance?"

The boy was like every other citizen in District Four, distrustful of Peacekeepers. Cassius couldn't blame him- Peacekeepers aren't very trustworthy. The kid held eye contact, that was for sure, but it wasn't like the detainees back in the detention center who knew that ti was their last stand. This was more out of concern for authority and maybe whatever weapon that was concealed underneath Cassius' coat. He bent down and was trying to pry a fish from the net caught around his foot without looking which turned out to be a rather dumb move. A barb stabbed his fingers and he quickly straightened up. Yet another reason to hate fish. He cursed and scanned the docks as if he had completely forgotten about the Peacekeeper standing in front of him.

The boy finally came to his senses and stuttered out some half baked story that didn't make much sense. He fell? Really, falling in the water could get a kid that beat up? And of someone his size? Well, Cassius wasn't buying it. Shifting his weight, Clayburn raised an eyebrow at the kid. "Is that so? Listen kid, I think you outta tell me the truth." Brushing back his coat, Cassius put a hand on his hip to show off the gun in his belt. It wasn't loaded nor it had it been in quite awhile. The Peacekeeper wasn't usually out on the streets chasing hoodlums over the docks. Besides, it was mostly used for intimidating. Cassius didn't really like guns- knives were more of his flavor. Still, a gun was the best way to scare a citizen into submission, although it looked like this kid didn't need a whole lot of scaring. " I don't like being lied to."