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*clever alibis -- kay Oct 14, 2011 19:50:36 GMT -5

Post by chaseee on Oct 14, 2011 19:50:36 GMT -5

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With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes, Hit 'em right between the eys

Mind guiding her, nineteen year-old Peacekeeper, Emma Len, was exploring. Her Peacekeeping partner had advised her to stay in the shadows, to avoid interaction with other Capitolites as much as possible, (Because who knows what the bubbleheads would do when glimpsing her cruel beauty.) but he hadn't said she couldn't do a little sight-seeing before boarding the hover car. Plus, it was good a time as any to test out her new ultra-vision. Never before had she seen the city in such detail. The world seemed so crystal clear, opposed to the blurry haze she had had to glare through back when she was... average.

Party spires rose from perfectly manicured lawns, fluttering sparklers and radiant fireworks giving the image of lit candles on a green birthday cake. It struck the girl odd that she weren't drooling over the image of being pretty like they, drinking dainty glasses of champagne, laughing 'till her stomach hurt, and suffering from a monster hangover the next day, but doctoring it with another tall glass of Bloody Mary. Strangely, she felt... content. As if she would rather be standing on the roof of some shabby house, peering out at the glittering horizon, being so monstro- No. You aren't a monster, you're special. Nearly jumping from her skin, Emma's head swivels around, searching for the voice's source, finding no one. Strange enough... the sound seemed to have come from inside of her head. But that was bogus. She sure as hell wasn't hearing voices. She wasn't some loon. Emma, it's Doctor Furt. Your surgeon. A communication device was implanted so that you could communicate with your peers without all the complications of understanding modern technology. The girl felt a wave of unease roll through her. She wasn't sure she liked having a twenty four hour news feed from the others. Privacy was important to her. Wasn't it? No, Emma. You do like it. Right? "I do like it."

How are you liking your new eyes, Emma? Enjoying the view through your new eyes, hmm? Exasperation toward the doctor's almost inappropriate snooping and confusion from the procedure nearly had her dozing. More frustration was unwelcome, and that was all the doctor was bringing, carrying on a conversation they shouldn't have been having. "Doctor, is there a way to turn off the feed? For like, when I want to go to sleep?" He grunted. His breaths sounded so close, as if he were sitting right next to her. She didn't like this feeling of closeness, this feeling of having no secrets. Well, I guess that would be a good thing to know. You don't want people bugging you when you're trying to rest, I guess! Simply think the word "off," and the feed will shut down. But Emma, there's no reason to feel uncomfortable with this, It's perfectly nor- "Off." His voice was cut off abruptly, the silence that ensued like bliss. She closed her eyes and sighed, running back to the happy feelings she had felt before she had been so rudely interrupted.

Emma Len! The teen groaned, leaning back and closing her eyes. Emma, we're contacting you through the emergency line. It seems there's some sort of disruption near one of the party spires. The eastern one. Seems someone's had too much to drink, starting a scuffle with another bubblehead. Your flight's going to have to be postponed for the moment. Get down there and see if you can put a stop to it. Well that seemed a lot more interesting than sitting around watching the city liven up until she was to be towed off to District One. Pushing herself off the edge, she landed softly on the balls of her feet, breaking into a run in the direction of the east party spire.

ooc;; sorry it's so horrid xD trying to get used to her <3

Last Edit: Oct 14, 2011 20:18:04 GMT -5 by chaseee

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*clever alibis -- kay Nov 2, 2011 16:28:39 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Nov 2, 2011 16:28:39 GMT -5

I look forward, to dying tonight, drinks till I'm myself,
life's harder every day

The Capitol, the seat of power. It was where he belonged, and yet he remained a visitor, doomed to see morphling delivered between Six and the hospital. It was mindless, idiotic work, and a poor use of his particular set of skills. The only thing that comforted Locke was that the position was not permanent; in a year's time he would be assigned another District to tour, and in a decade he would finally have his place among the glittering spires. Of course, all of that meant he wouldn't have quite so immediate access to the fluffy stuff, the coddling liquid. But he'd already begun developing a plan.

Sometimes he made a few special drop-offs after hours, and that had incurred him a few favors. He hadn't called on any of them yet, of course. He was smart. He had a bit of a window to claim them, and if any of his patrons forgot who he was, well, Locke was still a Peacekeeper. He was sure he could find something out of order. He'd just wrapped up his final drop-off, in one of the swankiest neighborhoods in the Capitol, when his ear buzzed with request for backup not far from where he was.

Not being on the official Capitol Peacekeeper squad meant that he could ignore the call, if he wanted. But then, what else would he do with his evening? He'd already had a hit at noon; he wouldn't need another for a few hours, although he was starting to feel a little tick in his pinky finger. Locke curled his hands into fists, lifted his chin and marched smartly towards the east spire. He couldn't taken the car, but it was a few short blocks, and he really wasn't used to such a contraption. It made strange sounds and when it took corners too quickly it made him sick to his stomach.

The air in the Capitol contrasted sharply with that of Six. Even though the District was far more industrialized, due to the delicate nature of the medicines it produced, the air was filtered, clean. The Capitol wasn't like that, and the smell of bile only made it worse. Locke's jaw was set, snapped back, as he rounded the corner. A girl was there, perhaps still in her teens, blocking his route and adding to the general audience of the brawl. "Time to go home, Miss,

[/color]" he said as he rounded the building, brushing past her. "Nothing you haven't seen before, I promise.[/color]" He looked back at her as he strode forward, his white uniform dingy in the dimlight. But his eyes, the sapphires of them, they glowed.[/size][/blockquote]

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