//So we Stand Together//[Becca]

[Bane]

Ging Teris, District 2 Peacekeeper

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Upon waking up, I quickly shower, shave, brush my teeth, and get in my Peacekeeper uniform. I was told yesterday to come in early, and you can bet I'm following orders. My record hasn't been spotless with the resent rebel activity, so I have to get it back to spotless. You know, the rebels are right. You should fight the Capitol, not fight for it. Daniel needs to get the hell out, as always.

"Daniel, shut up and let me do my job." I hiss at the personality in my head. He doesn't need to but in. The only reason I would have to go the HQ would be a special mission. I don't need Daniel messing with me for this. Straightening my collar, I take a breath and step into the cold street.

All the snow has melted, leaving behind new green shoots at the side of the road. You can still see small clumps of snow, but grass breaks through the surface in most cases. I walk quickly, observing everything I pass with cold, uncaring eyes. It's early, so I might be able to catch a few of the last night troublemakers that haven't yet slunk back to their lairs to count whatever ill-gotten gains they've obtained, or pat their empty pockets mournfully.

Unfortunately, I don't run across and law-breakers because it is such a short walk, and find myself at the Peacekeeper HQ, the biggest in all the Districts. A few blocks away is the city square, where shopkeepers sleepily open their doors for the first shoppers of the morning. Other than that the District is quiet, birds chirping happily in the trees. Seems like arrests will be few and far between today, at least in the main town.

Walking in, the Peacekeeper on desk duty stops me and directs me straight to the Head Peacekeeper's office. I nod and clomp down the hall, knocking on his door when I arrive. He calls for me to enter and I walk in, stopping smartly and give a quick salute. He motions for me to sit int eh chair in front of his desk. "Ging, there is a Peacekeeper who is being sent from District 1 who will be here for a short time. I want you to pick him up from the train station and bring him back here." For a moment, I sit there speechless.

"My special job, is to pick someone up... from the train station?" I splutter. What the hell? He doesn't need a Peacekeeper for that. Quickly I compose myself and nod. "I'm sorry, of course sir. Anything else sir?" He shakes his head. "No, but watch out for any possible rebel interference. They've been surprisingly active, and I don't need a foreign Peacekeeper, and one of my best men, going down in action." I nod and stand, giving him another salute, then quickly slide out and begin the walk to the train station. It's not very long, since it's also very close to the city square.

Arriving at the train station, I ask one of the workers when the next train from District 1. "Just a few minutes sir." He garbles out, intimidated by my presence. I nod and sit at one of the benches, hand close to my gun in case there's trouble. So I wait for this Peacekeeper from District 1.

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[BeccaIsBack FromInternationals]

Zakery didn't sleep last night. He hated sleeping in unfamiliar places, places where rebels could walk free, and places where he didn't feel safe. So he sat up on his bed, ful Peace Keeper uniform, which included his medals. They took up both shoulders and his entire chest, but he didn't wear them most days. It was just the fact that he was going into a different District from his own, and they needed to know that he meant business.

Zak thought about why he was forced to go to District Two, how his commander had called him in, and told him that rebel action was up in District Two and that he had to go and fight with an elite fighting group to squash them down. He sighed, guess you couldn't avoid orders.

He was knocked out of his train of thoughts by a knock at his door, "Sir, five minutes from Two. Here is the energy drink you requested strait from the Capitol labs." Zak nodded and stood up. He downed the shot and walked out the door, closing the door with a slam.

As he twisted his way through the complicated system of hallways, he pulled off to the side toward the window and watched District Two approach. The snow was melting from the ground, and he could faintly hear birds chirping. He could see the major buildings of the district expand, and then the train station expanded around in a tunnel.

Taking this as his cue, Zak walked over toward the opening doors, and felt the train slam to a stop. Fully awake curtesy of the Capitol, he watched as a small Avox boy handed him his suit case and back away just as the door opened.

A few people rushed about the train station but overall it was calm. Zak put his arms at his side, check to make sure his gun and knives were still firmly in place, and stepped off. He was told that a Peace Keeper would be waiting, so he expected a runt. That is, a new Peace Keeper who needs simple jobs.

Despite his expectations, Zak saw only one Peace Keeper not on patrol and he was highly decorated, too decorated for this type of job, but whatever. He took sharp steps over tothe Peace Keeper on the bench and stretched out his hand. "Peace Keeper Zakery Schoepf. District 1 Command and Special Forces Leader."

He waited for the reaction of the other Peace Keeper, who at first glance was someone whom he doubted even talked much, let alone to a stranger. He wasn't here to make friends, and it would take alot for that to change.

He thought about that statement in his head for a moment, then nodded internally. He didn't need friends in District Two. He had a few in District One, strong, powerful. He was called to District Two to do what they couldn't, they were weak. They didn't have the strength to accomplish a minor rebelion, so they have to call in the big guns. Wasn't this the training ground for Peace Keepers who made history, shouldn't leaders be able to accomplish something? He didn't know, but he had a good idea that it may be all rumors.

[Bane]

Ging Teris, District 2 Peacekeeper

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After just a few minutes I hear the sound of a steam engines and whistles, which seem to fill the station with a flurry of activity. People run to and fro, getting ready to unload cargo and greet passengers. The train seems to slide in, coming to a halt with perfect timing. Many doors open on the train and people begin to rush in and out, loading and unloading various types of cargo.

I see a Peacekeeper step off the train, and I must say I'm surprised when I see him. His stomach is almost solid metal, covered in badges and medals. And I thought I was impressive. After looking around the station for a few moments, he spots me and my bench and walks over, introducing himself once he arrives near me. Special Forces Leader? Not a small ranking, but I doubt that he's lying. They wouldn't ship in just any Peacekeeper in from District One after all. He'd have to be special to be worth the effort. He extends his hand to shake, and I stand and firmly grasp it, showing that I'm willing to be polite.

"Peacekeeper Ging Teris, District Two." I say, not saying and special titles. Since I don't have any. I'm kept for tougher assignments, but that doesn't give me titles like this guy has. He outranks me, no doubt about it. That doesn't mean I'm going to treat him better than any other Peacekeeper though. He's not from here, so around here he has just as much authority as me. Therefore, he is now my equal, so shall be treated as such.

"I was instructed to take you to HQ. Follow me." Quickly I turn on my heel and begin walking, not looking back to see if he'll fall into step with me. He will, since he probably doesn't know his way around, unless he spent time studying maps. But even then he still wouldn't know the streets or alleys as instinctively as a native like me.

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OOC: Sorry this isn't very good. Stomach flu isn't being kind to my imagination. xP I'm sorry this took so long!

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[BeccaIsBack FromInternationals]

As Peacekeeper Teris shakes Zak's hand, Zak can't help but to notice the firm shake. That was a pet peev of Zak, because how can anyone respect someone who doesn't know how to shake a person's hand? He just couldn't figure it out. When Teris turns on his heel, Zak quickly rises and starts to move toward the heart of the District. He knew his maps like the back of his hands, but certain alleys weren't on the list of maps that the Capitol hand. This was rebel territory, and rebel alleys may be in use even by Peace Keepers.

Walking along about two seconds into the silence, Zak started people watching. He looked at the few people, most of the District waking up at this point; people bustled from place to place, store to store. He thought about what his own District would be doing at this point, waking up themselves. He would have been up already, working out, but still. He was as wide awake as ever thanks to the energy drink.

"I want to take a detour through a side crime alley on the way to HQ, will you show me?" Zak said in more of a statement than an answer. He wanted to either catch a rebel before he got there, or scare them enough that they will cool it a bit so he had less effort. On top of that he wanted to see what this Ging Teris fellow could do. Maybe this kid wasn't as good as his medals implied. That could be why he had no title but a medal collection that surely should have acquired one. Maybe District Two was different from one, but he figured that they were about the same set-up.

Zak smiled a bit under his surface features as he heard a gasp from a local shop owner at his attire. He thought briefely about saying something in their direction, but instead he settled for a level headed nod. Having bored himself with the locals, he started to study Teris himself. Teris seemed. . . how should he phrase it. . . exhaausted? No that wasn't it at all, more like run mentally ragged. He looked like he was conflicted mentally constantly. Stress could do that, but the body language wasn't right, the stress wasn't the cause.

Zak smiled, I have months to find out. . . though the sooner I get out of this hole of a District, the better.

[BeccaIsBack FromInternationals]

As Peacekeeper Teris shakes Zak's hand, Zak can't help but to notice the firm shake. That was a pet peev of Zak, because how can anyone respect someone who doesn't know how to shake a person's hand? He just couldn't figure it out. When Teris turns on his heel, Zak quickly rises and starts to move toward the heart of the District. He knew his maps like the back of his hands, but certain alleys weren't on the list of maps that the Capitol hand. This was rebel territory, and rebel alleys may be in use even by Peace Keepers.

Walking along about two seconds into the silence, Zak started people watching. He looked at the few people, most of the District waking up at this point; people bustled from place to place, store to store. He thought about what his own District would be doing at this point, waking up themselves. He would have been up already, working out, but still. He was as wide awake as ever thanks to the energy drink.

"I want to take a detour through a side crime alley on the way to HQ, will you show me?" Zak said in more of a statement than an answer. He wanted to either catch a rebel before he got there, or scare them enough that they will cool it a bit so he had less effort. On top of that he wanted to see what this Ging Teris fellow could do. Maybe this kid wasn't as good as his medals implied. That could be why he had no title but a medal collection that surely should have acquired one. Maybe District Two was different from one, but he figured that they were about the same set-up.

Zak smiled a bit under his surface features as he heard a gasp from a local shop owner at his attire. He thought briefely about saying something in their direction, but instead he settled for a level headed nod. Having bored himself with the locals, he started to study Teris himself. Teris seemed. . . how should he phrase it. . . exhaausted? No that wasn't it at all, more like run mentally ragged. He looked like he was conflicted mentally constantly. Stress could do that, but the body language wasn't right, the stress wasn't the cause.

Zak smiled, I have months to find out. . . though the sooner I get out of this hole of a District, the better.

[Bane]

Ging Teris, District 2 Peacekeeper

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I couldn't help but glance back in slight surprise as he asks to go through one of the crime hot-spots. Why does he want to mess with rebels when he just got here? Just intimidation can't be it. That means he's trying to evaluate me.

How should I go, doing what he asks, or following the orders of HQ? No hints have been dropped over what kind of obedience he's trying to see. The chances that I'm going to be on whatever team he was called up to be on are pretty high. There's no other reason for me to pick him up. They're tying to get me to be his deputy, or just a local voice he considers his equal. In that case... the way to earn his respect at this point is probably action.

"I was ordered to bring you to HQ," I say flatly. Then, with a shrug: "but I guess the train could have been a bit later than it was." With this I change direction slightly, planning to bring us to the blocks where the black market and other similar sites are, places where there's almost always some rebel action. We're sure to at least see something.

A few blocks short of the area we're heading to I swerve into a side alley and motion for him to stop. Quickly I take off my Peacekeeper jacket, revealing a plain gray t-shirt beneath. I flip the jacket inside-out and motion for him to do the same. Before talking I check to make sure my gun is still easily accessible from under the jacket around my waist.

"We don't want to trumpet our arrival for all to see, but I don't know of any safe houses on this side of the crime area to leave the jackets." Then I step out of the alley and set off again at a brisk walk. After a few hundred yards we turn and the street becomes noticeably dirtier.

"Here we are."

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[BeccaIsBack FromInternationals]

Quick to fight, was the first phrase that passed through Zak's mind. He liked that, though he did wonder about taking off his jacket, flipping it. He motioned for Teris to come closer and set down his suit case, opening it up to find 2 zip-up hoodies, four pairs of jeans, two Peace Keeper outfits, a pair of sneakers, shorts, the works that you would need for a stay that was 'undefined.' He took off his jacket and put on a hoodie, and folded his jacket neatly. He then pulled another hoodie out of his bag and threw in in Teris's direction. "Here," Zak began slightly less cold than before. "Give me your jacket I'll put it in the suit case."

When he rose again, smirking mildly that both hoodies match both outfits, alright he was still from District One after all, he made sure that all weapons, guns, knives, etc were all simply accessable.

They began to walk and Zak prepped himself, if this was bad enough to call in back-up, it would be marginally worse than that District One. When they turned the corner, it was definately a change. Dirt was on the ground, different dirt from that which normally holds itself there, eerie almost. He glanced quickly, shifting his eyes, taking in the details as fast as he could. Looking for the exits routes, waiting to indentify what each person was doing, getting a feel for the District Two underbelly.

"Well I guess it's a bit quieter than I--" Zak was cut off by a guy crashing through them, sprinting and holding his jacket. Zak caught his balance and shot one glance at Peace Keeper Teris before sprinting right after him.

"Never mind!" He called back in a scruff of a voice that meant he was all business again.

[Bane]

Ging Teris, District 2 Peacekeeper

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The hoodie was... sort of an odd touch. True, it made them look more normal, but two guys walking down the street wearing identical clothes down to the hoodie? A bit much in my opinion. Not that it's worse than identical inside-out jackets around our waste, but still.

After just moments of being in the more criminal area, someone pushed through us with something in his arms. Zakery instantly starts chasing him, but I know that he'll only keep the guy in sight. When the guy eventually turns, I duck into a side alley and begin racing through a maze of small streets in between the buildings. My mind races, trying to figure out how to cut them off.

Finally I decide on a suitable route and take a sharp left then right, putting me into a different grouping of alleys. After a few minutes I see a wider avenue and rush forward, bursting out into the street. People rush about, heads down in nervousness. They know all the people running around means that Peacekeepers are near, and they all are trying to be as inauspicious as possible. Which just makes them look all the more guilty. Criminals really need to learn to act bold and confident to divert suspicion. That way, you look like you know nothing is going to hurt you, making it seem like you haven't done a crime.

I notice a flurry of movement, and the thief, or whatever he is, rounds the corner. He sees me and his mouth gapes open in confusion, then he starts to run again, straight towards me. Apparently he thinks he can get past me. If Zakary is still chasing him, I might be able to slow the thief down enough so that Zakary can catch him.

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OOC: I played the guy with the package a bit, let me know if you have a specific plan for him so that I won't interfere anymore. :)

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