& chimers & satisfaction & luna &

[cinder]

Guns were a terrible idea. Who the hell had decided to give Peacekeepers such strong weapons? Like any of the cowards of the Districts would go up against the mass of uniformed men and women, even if they were unarmed. Well maybe Thea could not speak for the country as a whole, but in her opinion rebellion was futile and attacking a 'Keeper was plain, old stupid.

Thats why she did not feel bad for the idiot who had just been shot through the neck. Right in front of her, the body fell with a thud, leaving Thea checking her clothes for blood-stains and thinking about just how hard it would be for the three Peacekeepers to move the large man they had just shot down. She watched them trying to lift the body and contemplated walking up to the three, big-strong-men types and asking them if they needed any help. Hopefully they would not shoot her on site for fear of having to carry an even heavier weight than just the obese shop-owner who had called them blasphemous demons or servants of the devil.

She decided not to though, following her whim as per usual. Thea just clattered away from the bloody scene, her four inch, work-heels taking her down the street at a pretty fast rate. (No, she was not a Hooker--just short and in need of some extra height and four was as high as the boss allowed her to wear.) Thea was unbothered by this latest death. She had grown up and now lived in an awful neighborhood where death and destruction were common words in the vocabularies of most people. Well, if they were smart enough to figure out what 'destruction' was (too many syllables and letters for some) That was just the way the world worked, although the further up the street she walked, the less crime and Peacekeepers she saw. Good neighborhood.

Thea was going to a party at some lavish, two-story house by the ocean. In District Four, multiple floors belonging to one family was just about as unbelievable as saying President Snow liked puppies. Thea held up her slender hand, checking for the address. She was early, after deciding to go straight from work to the party instead of changing and being considered 'fashionably late.' Her brown eyes peered through one of the houses open windows to find not even one other guest had arrived. Humiliated, she found herself hurrying across the street to go sit on a bench rather than face the host who had been setting up bowls of food and drinks when she had looked through the window.

ooc- ignore that terrible post. Thea is sitting on a bench, do as you will with her.

[Prince Inigo]

Takeba Suzumi

Cooing of gulls and various avian creatures mixed with the sounds of audible, wordy mingling, hands motioning and accentuating conversations. They filled the air with gaiety, liveliness, disbanding any signs of dread and impending doom - if any. A girl's ears tucked away some purple strands and kept listening to the bustle of humanity and fauna together in harmony.

Until she entered the inner parts of District 4, the 14-year old could immerse herself in multiple emotions, depending on the discourse between groups. Her heart pumped truth though her face could not express such sadness or happiness she could perceive.

The girl froze to a foreign sound. It sounded like a pop. A very distant pop. Purple orbs turned left and right, seeing the same kind of anxious expression in some, the rest either afraid or uncaring. Present was an urge to inquire about the sound; but, to her little chagrin, none were willing to hear her out, instead passing by like nothing had occurred but the daily occurrences of life.

She delved deeper into the District, the little shacks and structures of before now grizzly and standing tall and prideful, as well as houses starting to line up along her peripheral vision. The girl stopped in seeing a beautiful maiden sitting lonely on the bench. Judging from her body, she seemed undeterred of any distant popping like the rest were.

The girl walked normally up to the lady, not hasty in knowing but still slightly curious. She pooled in her thoughts as the eyes continued to gaze into the beauty not in a full-body observation but a noting way. "I wish a good morning to you, dear citizen. If I may be curious and not cause anxiety in your presence, I have come across perceiving a foreign sound earlier as I was meandering throughout District Four. I would like to inquire to gain knowledge of identifying the source of that sound. I believe it to sound like a distant popping, if I can describe it as such."

[cinder]

meh, no pic this time. I'm lazy.

Thea's ears were unaccustomed to hearing such words as the stranger girl spoke. They sounded like the waves of the ocean whooshing up to tickle toes of small children and desperately cling to the sand, crying out we want what is ours back. Thea, of course, did not know what the ocean wanted, but old sailors and superstitious people had often warned a childish Thea never to go in the ocean alone, for the large body of water had wanting deep in its heart. The ocean needed something, but never seemed to find it so instead the waves came every day, every night and carried away substitutes. Most things would do: boats, bodies, pets, Thea had even watched a wardrobe full of clothes float out to sea after all the of the old, ratty clothes spilled out. She also recalled a few people swimming to the wardrobe to steal said clothes. Tough times, free stuff--what else were they going to do. If it had not been night Thea would have gone along, waded through the clear water and listened to the sounds of the ocean that resembled that girls voice so very much. Well, anyways that's what the young girl sounded like. No need to get poetic, Thea.

A smirk later, Thea found herself explaining what the, 'pop,' was. "You must be from around this part of town, right? The popping was the Peacekeepers shooting a shop-keeper a few blocks down the way." She thingyed her head to the side and inspected Little Miss Thing standing before her. Cataloging every part of the girl, Thea came to the conclusion that she was not of the, 'common folk,' and was thirteen or fourteen. The kind of girl who was handed everything on not a silver platter, but a sold-gold, diamond-encrusted, Capitol-made platter. Immediately Thea found herself liking the girl, if not only to get to know the sweet thing better and use her to get ahead in life.

In District Four, the worst of the Career Districts, things were not as dandy as the lower Districts might suspect. They had to deal with trying to keep up with Districts One and Two, whilst getting enough fish to appease the Capitol. With pollution and more than one fish-mutt loose in these oceans, it was a struggle for the District to stay afloat. Anything Thea could do to one day live in her own posh, two-story house, she did. Her whole existence was geared toward one day being more than she currently was. Using a little girl to get her there seemed like an alright--actually brilliant--plan.

Ah, the evil mind of Thea Quincy. Charming, isn't it?

[Prince Inigo]

Not a twitch sparked through the girl's face, no spasm to note. Her hands interlocked behind her back into nice, elegant, unstressed folding. "Said popping sound was the fire of a bullet through our District Four citizen, a keeper of a store? That is unfortunate news to my ears." She continued, "Indeed I live moreorless around this area of District Four."

The girl moved her arms to the side - after disconnecting the fingers. Little concern was present in her tone: "Do you have knowledge if the denizen had suffered from a fatal lead? If so, I must make sure to pay my respects to the family and any relations of the individual in a later moment of time. I detest to assume, but I would hope to believe that said figure had loved ones and tender feelings present for a significant other."

Deep in her heart was sadness, yet she could not present it so in her face or motions. The short-lived depression would produce for any such incident, though others could not always figure out reason for her. She kept eye contact on the lady as was taught. The posture was straight and firm but soft in a feminine manner.