Jessica Spinner // District Eleven (WIP)

Emily Spinner. Why on Earth would someone want to kill you?

You frown at the photograph you hold, a blurry image taken from a cheap camera of the body. Her arms and legs are twisted at all the wrong angles, face sagging and eyes wide open, staring up at the sky. It's been a long time since this sort of crime has been committed in District Eleven - there isn't much that can happen without the Peacekeepers knowing of it. The sheer size of the area is enough to make the Capitol extremely nervous about it, and you haven't been missing the extra shipments of refined Peacekeepers delivered from Two to join your force in the fields and around the border.

A cough startles you, causing you to drop the photo, and you look up quickly. A fellow Keeper stands in the doorway, looking uncharacteristically thrown. He snaps into a respectful salute, but you don't miss the way his eyes dart down to the files lying out on the desk. You nod, gesturing for him to come in while looking over a file, attempting to disguise the fact that you have no idea why he is here. You know his face, certainly someone you assigned a job to recently, but being put in charge of the murder case has left you scrambled and confused despite your many years of training. "Your report?"

"I talked to her, Ma'am, as instructed," the man says, holding out a cassette tape for you to take along with another photograph resting on top. "It is my strong belief that she is innocent, but I thought you might want to listen to the conversation anyway." He pauses, and you glance up at him. He looks exceedingly uncomfortable, and you frown. "Is something the matter?" The man shifts, glancing toward the door briefly. You can't decide whether he is looking to see if anyone is listening or to decide whether or not to flee. "Something isn't right about her, Ma'am. She's... she's not normal, if you know what I mean." You remember him now - he was the one you assigned to question the daughter. He shifts before stating what is on his mind, clearly disturbed. "I don't think she's quite there in the head."

"She experienced a head trauma, did she not?" you inquire, mildly interested. Normally you would dismiss it as a mistake, mixing up irregular behavior and confusion, but this Keeper is older and had obviously done his share of interrogations. You doubt her would make such an error after so many years of experience. The man shakes his head once, looking slightly confused. "Just... listen for yourself, Ma'am. You'll see what I mean." He snaps another salute quickly before hurrying through the door, heels clicking sharply against the floor.

You lift the photograph carefully, slowly. The family was poor, as are most in the district, but this once was so poverty stricken they could not afford a camera, and so both the daughter and the son had their first photos taken in the Justice Building. It's not the best picture - the lighting is far too harsh and bright, making the girl's already pale skin appear to be practically glowing. You can make out her features well enough, though, and are startled to realize they differ greatly from those of her mother. Emily's face was hollowed out and sharp, with dark circles and small eyes. She looked almost like a witch to you, cruel and stiff, but you could hardly judge her by the appearance of her corpse. Jessica, on the other hand, has the sweetest, most innocent facial features you've ever encountered.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Rock back and forwards with your breath
From this stone house, the home you’ve never left

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H I S T O R Y
The heartbeat slows
And eyes will close

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O T H E R
Learn to float
Don’t you worry so

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"Winds of Wander", by A Fine Frenzy

Involved in the Bystanders Plot

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