Oz Olson [District 1, WIP]
Jan 9, 2013 2:48:22 GMT -5
Post by Matt on Jan 9, 2013 2:48:22 GMT -5
oz.
nineteen. district one. female. origins unknown. family unknown.
occupation known: runs daycare under the alias "miss olson".
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No one knows quite how it happened, but many locals have their own stories pertaining to her arrival. "Ah yeah, I remember that night. Was only a month ago, no? I was walkin' along the fence, just mindin' my own business when suddenly I see a flash of light in the distance. I freeze, thinkin' the Peacekeepers are after me for somethin', ain't sayin' I did anything, but, y'know. Anyway, the light keeps flashing, closer this time, closer and closer and closer until BAM! Out from the light came the girl, stark naked, hair a'glowin' like the stars themselves. She came from the stars! I swear it!"
When questioned about this statement, Oz just gave a slight chuckle. "So, falling from the sky is more probable than, say, me just temporarily stopping the flow of electricity in the fence to safely get across? Wow, where I come from-" The Peacekeeper in charge of her interrogation slammed his pen down, before plastering on the falsest smile the girl had ever seen. "Yes, Miss Oz, why don't you tell us what it's like where you're from? Why don't you tell us your officially Capitol registered name? Do you have your Panem Identification Card with you?" Oz just stared at the man, her mouth conforming into a smirk. "Now what's the fun in that, then? Don't you Peacekeepers love the thrill of the investigation? So I challenge you to do your job, and investigate."
A week passed since Oz arrived in the District, and she finally gave in to their mandatory registration process. "My name is Oz. No middle, no last, just Oz." After being informed that having a last name was mandated, Oz sat there for a minute, before speaking up. "Olson is quite nice, don't you agree? Yes, Oz Olson, has a sort of ring to it. My last name is Olson." With a smile, Oz took her identification card and set out to do something the Peacekeepers that were following her did not expect.
She opened the door to her apartment, and about ten minutes later, exited in a totally different apparel. Her torn skinny jeans and black tee shirt topped with a purple jacket changed into something opposite. Out came a girl from ages ago, with a purple velvet skirt, a white short sleeved ruffled blouse, a purple feathered hat, a purple trench coat, purple heels, and a purple umbrella. Oz turned to the Peacekeepers following her, gave them a wink, and continued on her way.