Guns and Roses (Luke)
Sept 18, 2012 20:59:07 GMT -5
Post by heartwood on Sept 18, 2012 20:59:07 GMT -5
Decatur Foley was on a mission. When he first arrived in the district; the people all seemed relatively boring. Rumors of uprising and rebellion had proven to be false; besides a few less than secretive remarks about the Capitol, everyone had seemed content with just living their lives out as best they could. The ranchers ranched, the merchants sold goods, and the breeders bred the horses no differently than they had before the most recent Hunger Games. Everything was normal. Everything was boring. However, Decatur knew that when things were at their calmest; it meant that chaos was about to erupt. If nobody was there to stop it the seed of insanity would grow and spread throughout; luckily, the district had Foley to make sure that didn’t happen.
Step one was acquainting himself with all of the district’s residents. There were people of all kinds; some he disliked, some he could bare, and the very few who he absolutely hated. Some of them were as disgusting and filthy as the animals they raised. They were always drunk, always high on something; they seemed like the perfect culprits for what happened in the town square. What seemed like a random act of vandalism had spread into a mass riot; and now, with the recent break-in at the local high school, Foley was on high alert for anything out of place.
Youth seemed to be a common theme among the criminals in district ten; it was a shame to see so much potential corrupted so easily. Whispers say the riot was caused by a young man or woman, the square was painted in blood as a way of sending a message to Panem. Message received, thought the Major. He made his rounds from door to door, introducing himself as the newest member of the guard. He made it seem like he was there to protect them, not to incarcerate them; and for the majority of the houses he knocked on, that was the truth.Foley was a simple man. The good get rewarded for staying along the path of righteousness, the bad and unlawful get a nice shiny section of one of the cells in the detention center; to him there was no grey area.
Foley needed to accomplish many things by the end of the week. He needed to find out who had broken into the school and stole chemistry equipment. He needed informants; he needed eyes he could trust and people who could get around without causing the criminals to scatter. He had heard there might be a corrupt Peacekeeper somewhere in the district; he needed to weed him out. But most of all, he needed to let everyone in district ten he was watching. Decatur Foley meant business.
He came upon the house belonging to the Humplots, and gave a brief but loud knock, awaiting someone to answer the door. He didn’t like waiting, and if someone hadn’t opened the door within the next thirty seconds, on to the next house he would go.
Step one was acquainting himself with all of the district’s residents. There were people of all kinds; some he disliked, some he could bare, and the very few who he absolutely hated. Some of them were as disgusting and filthy as the animals they raised. They were always drunk, always high on something; they seemed like the perfect culprits for what happened in the town square. What seemed like a random act of vandalism had spread into a mass riot; and now, with the recent break-in at the local high school, Foley was on high alert for anything out of place.
Youth seemed to be a common theme among the criminals in district ten; it was a shame to see so much potential corrupted so easily. Whispers say the riot was caused by a young man or woman, the square was painted in blood as a way of sending a message to Panem. Message received, thought the Major. He made his rounds from door to door, introducing himself as the newest member of the guard. He made it seem like he was there to protect them, not to incarcerate them; and for the majority of the houses he knocked on, that was the truth.Foley was a simple man. The good get rewarded for staying along the path of righteousness, the bad and unlawful get a nice shiny section of one of the cells in the detention center; to him there was no grey area.
Foley needed to accomplish many things by the end of the week. He needed to find out who had broken into the school and stole chemistry equipment. He needed informants; he needed eyes he could trust and people who could get around without causing the criminals to scatter. He had heard there might be a corrupt Peacekeeper somewhere in the district; he needed to weed him out. But most of all, he needed to let everyone in district ten he was watching. Decatur Foley meant business.
He came upon the house belonging to the Humplots, and gave a brief but loud knock, awaiting someone to answer the door. He didn’t like waiting, and if someone hadn’t opened the door within the next thirty seconds, on to the next house he would go.
