enamel teeth and ivory tusks /council members
Apr 27, 2021 21:17:54 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Apr 27, 2021 21:17:54 GMT -5
a z a z e l .
"Now no one can tell
The winter was nice
But the summer is hell
The summer is hell."
The car arrives at three thirty in the morning and Azazel Fenwick watches its approach, cold blue headlights cutting through the haze of early morning fog laying heavy on the asphalt. There's a coffee in one hand and his briefcase white-knuckled in the other. He's wearing yesterday's fare, a dress shirt that was perfect for the function he was attending but not so much for this.
It's another sleepless night.
He shivers slightly from the cold as the car pulls up, wondering, not for the first time, why in the world he ever signed himself up for this. The concept of having a choice, the dream of it even, is far away. When he was younger, Zel lived apart from the Fenwick name but as soon as he grew old enough to gain glory, his family recognized him once again.
And now he's sat in the back of a government car at three fourty-five in the morning, phone glued to the side of his face as he tries to work out what the fuck is going on now.
"I don't care why, I want to know who," he says calmly, tone icy, "Which maniac decided to close the borders without notifying the council? Have them in a car to headquarters in ten minutes or we'll just consider firing all of you." He hangs up, knowing that he doesn't really hold the power to say any of that at all but not really giving a shit. If there's anything that Zel has learned from his family, it's all about confidence.
That's one of his biggest issues with being a council member. Nothing like this has ever been done before, no one remembers a time before Snow because that's what Snow wanted. Whether they were better days or not, Panem will never know because Snow marketed them as worse, always. He promised that Panem would fail without him.
In moments like these, when everything is on the council's shoulders, Zel starts to believe that it will. With a military that mobilizes without confirmation and an entire district acting in secret, doing god knows what, doom seems inevitable to Zel. Then again, it usually does.
During the car ride, he opens his laptop and gets to work. Messages scroll across the top of his screen, new information and texts from other council members. Azazel works silently focused on what he can fix without needing the rest of the council's input. It isn't a lot. He understands why many voices are better than one, of course he does, but every meeting Zel understands more and more why Snow chose to rule alone.
But one person cannot know what's best for an entire country of people, Azazel knows this better than anyone.
The government building comes into sight and Zel barely waits for the car to stop before he's out the door and walking quickly up the steps. His phone buzzes with calls from manufacturers, officials and Shiv Irvine, his appointed district's mayor. He's certain they all want answers but Azazel has none to give, not yet.
He lets them all go to voicemail.
Azazel arrives in the council meeting room first and he wastes no time in getting set up. He rings back the military agent he was speaking to and then puts them on hold. Then, he brings up video feed of Six's borders as well as the video feed of the cameras focused on Thirteen.
There's much to discuss and Azazel finds himself growing impatient as the other council members begin to arrive, too slowly for his taste. He's built a list of what they need to accomplish first, of course, prioritized based on urgency. Knowing this council though, everyone will have their own opinions. Getting them to decide on anything is akin to pulling teeth.
As always, when Apollo arrives, Zel's gaze slides elsewhere.
"As I'm sure you're all already aware of what's going on, I won't bore you with a recap," he begins as the door closes behind the last council member, "We need to begin damage control immediately. As the first order of business, I move we reopen the borders immediately for inter-district travel before the economy tanks." Since the introduction of inter-district travel, Panem has been doing better than ever. There has been less unrest within the districts and Capitolites have been enjoying more luxuries as a result.
As he speaks, graphs and spreadsheets appear on the left wall, displaying this data.
"If anything happens to supply, this council will be blamed, we can't have that," Zel continues. They're too new and there's been too much change with the disappearance of Snow. They need to secure their position as Panem's new leaders before anyone gets any stupid ideas.
"We need to move more citizens to Six to pad the production of medical supplies. With the excess made at this year's festivities, we can offer a wage increase as an incentive."
The video line with the military agent beeps and Zel gestures at the screen behind him, "There is also of course, the issue of the military and their lack of respect."