Peacekeeper
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Nov 1, 2017 8:10:50 GMT -7
Drunken brawl. Cooky's Tavern. Two bigger men and several broken bottles. It's probably Mr. Dalton again.
Josie had dealt with a lot of drunken brawls since she'd been in District 11. Though she wanted to fight rebels and punish them for what they did to her, she had to do the annoying part of her job anyways. Most of that was dealing with dumb bar fights, making sure that everyone was working during the day, and patrolling curfew at 1:00 in the morning. District 11 was quite strict in terms of rules, but that was the way she liked it. Panem needed order right now, not chaos. There was already enough division and tension in the districts.
As she had several times before, Josie opened the bar door with her partner. Sure enough, one of the men in the bar fight was Mr. Dalton. She heard rumors about him and how he was a war veteran with a case of the temper tantrums. She had already taken him home twice before, throwing him on the floor and telling him not to do it again. Of course, it happened again and again. It was at least twice a week now, sometimes even more.
She walked towards the two men and pulled Mr. Dalton back. He had a broken whiskey glass in his hand and tried to swing it at her. He was so drunk that she easily knocked it out of his hand. Still, for a drunk guy, he was strong. She was a great deal shorter than him, with her only being 5'5". The other Peacekeepers made fun of her because of her short stature, but she ignored them. The woman was strong, agile, and did her job well. That's all the mattered.
"Will you just f*cking stop already?" She said, trying to get him under control. The woman had to pin him to the ground because he was struggling so much. She handcuffed his hands. What a damn mess. She pinned him down with her elbow, waiting for him to stop struggling and relax. After about ten minutes, the man finally did. She picked him up by the handcuffs and pushed him out the door. Her partner got the other guy and was doing the same thing.
Peacekeeper Locket walked in silence with Mr. Dalton, who seemed to be rambling on about the most random things. He would ramble about the war and move to talking about why the blueberries this season weren't the right color. She understood though. The war was hard on everyone, even the damn rebels. But what he saw was nothing compared to her. He didn't deserve her sympathy, and she gave none to him.
She showed up at his small home. For all she knew, he lived by himself. She wondered if his family died in the war or he had always lived alone. She opened the door and set the man on his couch. She was feeling nice tonight, something that was probably a rare occasion when it came to ex-rebels. She grabbed a wash cloth, got it wet in the sink, and put it around his neck.
Josie heard something from the other room. Her head turned and she got her gun out. The man was already passed out on the couch, so he couldn't explain if there was anyone in the house. Josaphine just assumed that someone had broken in. There was a room at the end of the hallway where she thought the noise came from. She walked quietly and slowly towards the room. When she was there, she held her breath and opened the door. She peaked in, seeing a little girl in the room. Josie immediately put her gun away.
That damn drunk has a kid, she thought to herself. She hated any man or woman who chose drinking over their children, no matter how bad their stupid memories were. "Sweetie, are you alright?" Josie didn't care if a kid was a rebel or a Capitolite, she would always show children sympathy in any situation. "Is Mr. Dalton your father? I just brought him home. He's sleeping on the couch." WORD COUNT: 698 TAG: Sunny Dalton
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Post by Sunny Dalton on Nov 1, 2017 13:27:14 GMT -7
“Daddy, please don’t go!” Sunny tugged at her father’s arm, trying desperately to anchor him here. If he got out the door, there was no telling when he would come back. Once, he had left for a drink and not returned for two days. Sunny had gotten pretty good at taking care of herself, making meals and getting herself to and from school. She wasn’t worried for herself when he left, but she did worry about him. He had a temper when he drank, and she always worried he would try to fight the wrong person and get himself into some trouble. It seemed likely that something like that would happen tonight. He had been steadily drinking for a few hours, empty bottles lying at his feet. Sunny hoped he would drink enough and just pass out, but she wouldn’t be that lucky. He had reached for another bottle and, upon finding there was none left, put on his coat and stumbled to the door. “I’m goin’ out,” he slurred to his daughter. At least he told her this times. Sometimes he didn’t bother, and she would come home to an empty house. Sunny knew he was just going to find the nearest bar and start a fight with the first person that looked at him funny. It didn’t used to happen that often, but it was getting more and more frequent now. She had asked him once why he did it, when he came home nursing a bloody nose and a couple broken ribs. “I just wanna feel something, kid.” Sunny didn’t think he remembered saying that to her. He certainly never brought it up again. So she just tried to stop him as often as she could, and when she failed, she patched him up whenever he returned. “Please, stay,” she begged her father, but he just shook her off like it was nothing. When she went to grab him again, he stumbled back a little and took a swing at her. The back of his hand connected with her face, sending her reeling. Her father looked at her for a moment, but as she gazed back at him she got the sense that he didn’t really see her. He left without another word, the door slamming behind him. Sunny stood up and gingerly pressed a hand to her temple, feeling the tender skin there that she was sure was already turning red. She didn’t feel any blood though, so the girl didn’t worry too much. She made her way around the room, picking up the empty bottles and depositing them in the sink. When the cleanup was done, she went to her room and got in bed, pulling the covers up over her head. He’ll be back soon. He’ll be back soon. She repeated it in her head like a mantra, although there were times when she wasn’t sure if the words were reassuring or frightening. She didn’t leave the safety of her blanket fort until she heard a noise outside, footsteps and her father’s indistinct, rambling voice. She peered out the window, seeing her father being lead in handcuffs by a woman in uniform. Peacekeepers? She ducked back down, out of sight. Growing up, she had been taught a healthy fear of peacekeepers by the other rebels. She supposed there was nothing to fear now that the war was over, but her instinct told her to hide. She heard the woman’s footsteps and she walked around the house, increasing in volume as she made her way back towards Sunny’s room. The peacekeeper opened the door, gun out and at the ready. “Don’t shoot me,” the girl pleaded, curled up below the window sill. The woman lowered her gun immediately and spoke gently, so Sunny figured she wasn’t a threat. “I’m fine,” she said, picking herself up from the floor. “Is my daddy okay?” The girl raced past the woman out to the living room to see her father passed out on the couch, a damp wash cloth around his neck. The girl nudged her father’s shoulder but he didn’t respond. He would be out like a light until tomorrow. “Thanks for taking care of him,” Sunny said, rubbing the wash cloth gently across her father’s brow. “I know it’s not easy.”
TAGS: Josaphine Locket WORDS: 717
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Peacekeeper
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Nov 1, 2017 21:49:41 GMT -7
Josie knew parents who left their children at home in favor of drinking or sleeping with prostitutes, and to her, those were the worst kind of people. The blonde woman knew what it was like to watch children be robbed of their childhood. Seeing the little girl in front of her made her want to beat the living sh*t out of Mr. Dalton. He didn't deserve to have a child if he couldn't keep himself in check. She wondered how many times the little girl was left alone to fend for herself for food, water, and clothing. If she didn't think she would hurt the little girl even further, she might have shot a bullet straight through the man's head.
The girl raced past her, Josie's eyes following her. Despite her dad being a complete deadbeat, she still seemed to care about him. "Yes, he's fine. He's just sleeping now. He'll be up in the morning." She walked into the living room where the girl was helping her dad with the washcloth.
She nodded when the girl thanked her for taking care of her dad. She must have had to grow up taking care of him, since she said that it wasn't easy. Josie couldn't imagine. It was one thing to be an orphan and work from there, but it was another being a child and taking care of your parent. It was suppose to be the other way around. "It's my job," she responded to her.
Josie knelt down next to her. "My name is Josie," she said to the girl. She took off her helmet, setting it on the ground. She wasn't suppose to do that under any circumstance, but she needed to know how bad of a situation this little girl was in. She wanted to help her. That's what she did. "What's your name?" WORD COUNT: 304 TAG: Sunny Dalton
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District 11
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Post by Sunny Dalton on Nov 4, 2017 18:14:50 GMT -7
Sunny looked up at the peacekeeper woman from her spot where she knelt next to the couch. Without her helmet, she didn’t look as scary as she had when she first came in. Despite the uniform, she looked nice enough. She looked like she cared. Kind eyes, that was it. She had kind eyes. That was hard to find in a lot of peacekeepers. Sunny decided that she trusted her after seeing her face. “My name is Sunny,” the girl said. “Actually it’s Sonja, like my mom.” Her mother was the one who had given her the nickname during the war. You’re like sunshine in the dark days. My sunshine. “My dad’s the only one who still calls me that, though. Everyone else just calls me Sunny.”
She looked back at her father’s sleeping form. He looked harmless now, but she remembered how he had to be brought back to the house in handcuffs. It wasn’t the first time that had happened. Sunny didn’t know how many times a person could have the peacekeepers called on them before they got a more serious punishment. Maybe that was why Josie had stayed? Maybe she came to inform the girl that her father had committed one too many acts of public intoxication. “We’re not in trouble, are we?” she asked. There had been times when Sunny wished someone would come and take her father away, so she could live a normal life like the other kids at school. Now that she was actually faced with the possibility, though, it terrified her. She felt tears begin to sting behind her eyes. She couldn’t lose the last member of her family. She couldn’t be alone. “Please don’t take him away.”
TAG: Josaphine Locket WORDS: 288
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Nov 5, 2017 13:40:37 GMT -7
Josie hated children being in situations like the one the girl was in. She hated it, as though her father was still alive and healthy (to an extent), she wasn't able to be taken away from him even if he treated her badly. That wasn't a Peacekeeper's job, either. The man probably treated his daughter badly, which made Josie infuriated. Still, she had to be calm for her sake. She obviously loved her father despite him being a complete drunk, and that was what made Josie the most sad.
"It's nice to meet you Sunny." Josie said back to her. She was glad that the girl trusted her. Most people didn't trust Peacekeepers, even though their job was to protect the citizens. With the tensions still being high in the districts, it was hard to come across a large group of ex-rebels, like the whole of District 11, and think that they trust you. If the rebels were in charge, she sure as hell wouldn't trust one single Rebel Peacekeeper, so Josie knew that it went both ways.
When Sunny asked if they were in trouble, she shook her head. "No, neither of you are. Your father just fought with people in the bar, that was all. Nobody got too hurt and it went both ways. My partner grabbed the other one and took him home. I promise we're not the bad guys." Josie really wanted to convince people that Peacekeepers were not the bad guys. They were just there to enforce the law, though if they did anything even slightly out of the ordinary, she knew that they would be ridiculed. Josie tried to be the best PK she could be under the harsh circumstances.
"I'm not going to take him away. Not unless he does anything too illegal, like kill anyone or hurt anyone seriously. Trust me, that is the last thing I want to do." She wondered if someone would eventually have to take the man away. He was obviously prone to violence, but taking a parent away from a child was always hard, even if it was the best thing for the child. Josie wanted to talk to this girl, not like a child, but more like an adult. There were a lot of harsh things in the world, and after the war, it was hard to see children grow up only knowing violence. WORD COUNT: 402 TAG: Sunny Dalton
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Post by Sunny Dalton on Dec 19, 2017 9:47:33 GMT -7
We’re not the bad guys. That was what Josie had said. It didn’t match what Sunny’s parents had always told her. The peacekeepers were the ones who fought the rebels. They killed people, they took parents away from their children. Sunny had always been warned not to trust the peacekeepers or tell them anything. But here Josie was, promising that she wasn’t bad like the rest of them, that she wouldn’t take Sunny’s dad away. Maybe she could help? That was her job, after all. “He hasn’t hurt anyone seriously,” Sunny reassured the woman, echoing her words. “And if he does, it’s only to help them.” It didn’t really make sense to the young girl, but her dad promised that even though it hurt her sometimes, he was really making her stronger. Once he had knocked her down hard enough to sprain her arm, but he was still able to see the good side. ”Now you’ll know how to tie a sling,” her father had said, tightening the fabric around her arm. He always told her she had to toughen up, learn how to take a punch if she wanted to be ready when the rebellion came back. Sunny didn’t really think the rebels were ever going to get back on their feet, but she didn’t dare contradict her father. “He fought in the war, you know,” Sunny told Josie, shaking off the memory. “Dad knows what he’s talking about.” She bit her lip, regretting having told the peacekeeper that information. She wasn’t supposed to tell people her dad had fought with the rebels, but maybe the woman wouldn’t pick up on it. Sunny hoped not anyway. If her dad found out she had spilled some of his secrets, he would be more angry than she’d ever seen him.
WORD COUNT: 303 TAG: Josaphine Locket
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