Rowena Pinkerton--D10 PK {WIP}

Name: Rowena Pinkerton
Age: Fifty Two
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 10
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Almost all of District Ten crowded around the train station to see the new addition to their community. A new peacekeeper can change lives forever in the little outlying district, and everyone wanted to size her up. When it was announced that a peacekeeper fresh out of training was assigned to District Ten, everyone feared the worst. They had been given just a name, Rowena Pinkerton. As the train doors smoothly slid open, children imagined a frightening muscle woman boogey monster and adults a cruel and heartless past career from District Two. There was a collective gasp from the crowd as neither horror enforcer emerged but a batty old lady.

She wasn’t even wearing her uniform as she placed her first ivory heel clad foot shakily on the first step. Her tacky purple and orange dress only came halfway down her calves so that she could display her varicose veins to the entire population. She had a scarf that looked as though it was made of dead rodents tied together and some sort of crazy headpiece. Rowena slouched almost enough that she would require assistance to walk. Stepping onto the platform, the lady rummaged in her large handbag for what seemed like hours to find a silky cloth to clean her oversized, pink, rhinestone studded glasses.

Something possessed her to address the public on her first day on the job. She shouted in a scratchy shriek that her name is Rowena and she was sent to this out of order district by the president himself to whip the citizens into shape. She paused for a second for laughs at her witty joke, but instead got looks of bewilderment. Why the Hell would anyone let this crazy old woman out of a mental ward, let alone elevate her to a position of power? Rowena took her startled audience in stride as she jabbered about her vision for the district and complained about the stench of cattle and discussed the differences in the weather between here and the capitol, making it clear that she loves the sound of her own miserable voice.

Peacekeeper Pinkerton was the kind of person who reeked of prune juice and always had her hair in obnoxious curls. It took only a few hours for children to start making bets about how many curlers have a spot in the hair of District Ten’s newest resident. She blotted her face with way too much make up, giving her an aura of an evil clown. As the day progressed and she toured the area, the hot sun made sure that her blush and eye shadow, and god knows what else dripped down her face. Her bushy red eye brows slanted down so that everyone would know she is a stern woman and a strict disciplinarian. The grotesque face of Miss Rowena Pinkerton twitched violently at random times and the nostrils of her button nose would flare. Bright red lipstick hid a collection of yellow teeth and the stench of coffee breath.

But even though most of District Ten thought that the trollish peacekeeper was the Capitol’s idea of a joke, it wasn’t too hard to recognize that Pinkerton had once been a very attractive, very cruel woman. She was tall and thin and for an old woman, shapely. Her light blue marble eyes still had the glint of sadistic glee that only came from torturing human beings. Her lips were plump and her nose small and delicate. Everyone in the area had to ask themselves if inside, this woman was as terrifying as she once was.

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Codeword: Odair
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Codeword: Odair
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