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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 3, 2017 16:30:12 GMT -7
Mia leaned against the wall outside the barracks, forcing herself off it angrily after a moment of lingering there. She hated being second guessed and interrogated for her questions. It always made her feel like her intelligence was being questioned. Of course, questions followed dead bodies, of which there had been three toted out rom the edge of the forest earlier in the night. Mia didn’t mind night shifts, but she hated patrolling the fence. Nights at the fence were either so boring she almost fell asleep or so eventful that a month’s worth of paperwork ensured. Unfortunately, her night had been the later. It was 0300, the time when she started to fade. Then, in the distance, she caught sight of movement. Mia treaded quietly along the fence, not wanting to use her flashlight just yet. She got closer, taking cover behind a tree. It was a family: two young parents and their small child. The father was carrying the child in his arms as his wife clung to his arm. Together, the group was sprinting for the fence. Of the Districts in Panem, 11 was one of the most rebellious and most problematic. Here was where the fences were necessary. As they were put up at the end of the Dark Days, the Capitol ensured the citizens that they were there for protection. Hungry animals roamed outside in the Wilds, and they’d devour all the food 11 grew along with the people who grew it. It was a blatant lie. Mia had been beyond the fence multiple times - it was densely forested area with no real threats. The fence was there to keep the citizens from running, which Mia was completely fine with. It was better to lie to to them all and keep them complacent. The couple running for the fence were rebels who were selfishly endangering all of Panem. Still, she decided to first give them a single chance. Mia hit the button strapped to her belt that would send a signal to all nearby Peacekeepers to report to her location. Immediately, she stepped out from the trees, taking aim with her rifle at family. In the crosshair of her sights, she found the father’s head. ”Stop!” she shouted. ”Listen to my instructions and you’ll live. Sit down where you are and put your hands in air!” The mother burst out into tears. ”Please!” the woman pleaded, reaching her hand out towards Mia. Mia jerked her gun in the direction of the woman. ”Stop!” she insisted. The woman took a step towards her. Before her foot hit the ground, a bullet sailed from Mia’s gun, finding its mark in her skull, entering straight through her forehead. The husband screamed, a guttural sound of pain, and ripped forward towards her. Mia barely had time to move her gun, so she hit the trigger, letting bullets spray in his direction. He joined the woman on the ground, but unlike her, he didn’t die instantly. His body spasmed as he died. ”Shit,” Mia said, approaching with her gun still aimed. She reach his body, watching as crimson pooled around him. Beside him, the child began to cry. Mia lowered her gun and looked over. A bullet hit the child’s small leg which was bleeding profusely. Mia went to her knees immediately, sitting down her gun to ripping a piece of bloody fabric from the father’s shirt to wrap around the child’s leg. It was a young girl, perhaps 5 or 6 years old. The child was sobbing, probably too pained to try to run from her. She tried to remember everything from first aid. The bullet was surely deep, and judging on the amount of blood coming from the tiny body, the little girl would bleed out quickly. The leg would probably have to go if she was to live. Mia started to tie a tourniquet above the bullet’s entry. The girl was too young to understand rebels and the Capitol. She was being carried, after all, not running herself or able to understand the destination. As Mia began to peel the pants leg up, Peacekeepers began to pour in with their pointed guns. Mia stood up to find the Commander, to request to evacuate the child to the nearest hospital. As she stood up, she instead heard the sounds of two more bullets cracking through the air. —— —— —— —— She’d been reprimanded. Apparently, leaving her gun beside two nearly dead rebels was dangerous, and it was not among her duties to save the child, hence the third, much smaller body bag. She’d left the office after screaming at the Commander. He was 39, and a lower officer in the war forced to finish out his term in 11. He never left the barracks and completely lost touch of what was actually happening. ”f*ck you!” she’d screamed as loud as possible, hoping that the rest of the barracks heard. She wanted to make a scene. She wanted the rest of the peacekeepers to hate the Commander, too. ”If you think I want to kill kids for the hell of it, you’re wrong, and if that’s how you’re trying to run this unit, don’t think I won’t go straight back of the Capitol and into an early retirement. I dare you - try to survive here without me,” she sneered. She ripped the door to his office open and slammed it behind her hard enough to make it fall off its hinges. She hoped it would. While she stood, still fuming, she heard the door to the barracks open, and looked over to see what other Peacekeeper had come out, trying to judge whether she could b*tch to them or if she should move on. Words:Tags: Josaphine Locket
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Nov 4, 2017 11:06:11 GMT -7
Josie had woken up to a lot of controversy. Some people seemed to be bickering back and forth, others were silent and doing their job. It was almost a solemn kind of morning, and she had absolutely no idea what was going on. The blonde got up out of her cot. She walked over to the lockers, grabbed her Peacekeeper uniform, and went to shower. She always felt uncomfortable since there was only one set of showers. Most of the Peacekeepers in District 11 were men, and though that didn't bother her, she wished she could shower in peace without men looking at her. She usually unchanged and changed behind the shower curtain, though her clothes always seemed to get a little damp because of it. It was annoying, to say the least.
When she finished and got dressed, she walked to the barracks, holding her helmet in between her body and her arm. She had no use to wear it yet, as in the barracks, you didn't need to hide your identity to avoid being targeted by citizens. To catch up on what had happened the previous night, she was filled in by her higher-up. Josie wasn't the best officer, as she was just a regular Peacekeeper, but she could follow orders like it was nobody's business.
Before she could be filled in, she heard another female Peacekeeper screaming in the Commander's office. She turned her head to listen. Everyone else stopped what they were doing too, and it was definitely loud enough to hear through the paper-thin walls. ”If you think I want to kill kids for the hell of it, you’re wrong," Josaphine heard, and her shoulders sunk. Did...did a child die? If so, how? What was the point of Josaphine becoming a Peacekeeper if she couldn't stop other people from killing children? To her, there was no point. That was her job. To protect children and to kill anyone that tried to hurt them or were rebels. She saw the woman storm out of the room. It was Peacekeeper Irid. She knew that she was a war hero and that she was important in the higher ups, but Josie hadn't talked to her much.
She turned to her commanding officer, who filled her in on the rest. "Yeah, people are chewing out Officer Irid for trying to save a kid while other Peacekeepers fired. She killed her parents and whatnot for escaping, but the kid was just there. It's not that big of a deal really, but that's why people are so tight this morning. Don't take it personal. You're dismissed." Josie nodded. He said that it wasn't that big of a deal. But to her, and obviously to Irid, it was. Children didn't know better when it came to war. They just followed their parents--the people they should trust the most. She blamed the Peacekeepers on firing on the child, but she mostly blamed the child's parents for putting her in a situation like that. Rebel scum would do anything for their own benefit without thinking of other people.
Josie walked outside and saw Officer Irid. She knew that most people weren't on her side, but Josie was. It was probably more than Irid would ever realize. "Sh*t..." Josie said. "If it helps, I'm on your side. The Peacekeepers shouldn't have fired on that child. But you have to remember, they were just following orders. It was the parent's fault that they put their child in that situation. I'm glad they're dead." Josie was brutally honest. She hoped it didn't come out the wrong way, because she would've done anything to protect that child. WORD COUNT: 615 TAG: Mia Irid
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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 4, 2017 12:54:20 GMT -7
Mia glanced up once the door opened. She immediately recognized the other Peacekeeper, Officer Lockett. When coming into 11, Mia made it her business to know the names of the other Peacekeepers in the District. In the past, she found that remembering names often gave her a slight advantage socially, especially in the Peacekeeping world. If she started out knowing the other’s name while they did not know hers, that was an advance in apparent intelligence, and she needed all of those she could get. Mia watched Lockett as she began to speak. She nodded at first - Lockett was completely correct. The rebels stupidly endangered their child, and they must’ve known that there weren’t any successful escape stories in the District. Peacekeepers patrolled the fences like hawks. Those who tried to flee ended up either in prison as an example, or, if they were lucky, 6 feet under. ”My problem isn’t with the other Peacekeepers,” she said. ”It’s with the Commander.” Mia didn’t think she was stuck up, but she knew she had a bit of a reputation in the barracks. When she first came there, Mia caught the male Peacekeepers looking at her in that way. She heard the same comments she always did. How is such a pretty woman a Peacekeeper? What type of damage can she do?” So she overcompensated, of course. The gazes the men shot at her disgusted her, disgusted her so much that she never considered any of them. In her experience, almost all the men she’d met in the barracks were pigs. Women were preferable. They didn’t make stupid assumptions and weren’t cocky without cause. ”But… thank you for your support, anyway. It’s good to know that there’s someone here on the same page.” Mia respected Lockett already. There hadn’t been much interaction between the pair before, but Mia could already sense a deep strength within the other woman, one that half the idiots she worked with didn’t come close to possessing. Mia looked down at her uniform. It was still coated in now dried blood from the encounter. As soon as the bodies had been moved out of the forest, she’d been called back to the barracks to the Commander’s office. She’d already clipped her helmet and gloves to her belt, but now she began to notice the feel of it against her. Still leaning against the cold metal of the wall, she unzipped the top portion of her suit, letting it hang over her pants. Underneath, her white top felt much more comfortable in the cool breeze of night than the soiled uniform. Lockett’s last words weighed heavily on her mind until she repeated them. ”I’m glad they’re dead, too.” Words: 478 Tags: Josaphine Locket
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Nov 5, 2017 13:04:50 GMT -7
Josie used to be very good with consoling people. She used to do it all the time when she lived in the orphanage with younger children. She would hold them while they cried and speak to them in a soft voice. Of course, if she did that now, she would definitely get her a*s kicked. It was almost a good thing that she was no longer like that. There wasn't suppose to be any exposed feelings in the Peacekeeper force, and if there was, they would use that against you. Even now, with PK Irid like this, she knew people might take advantage of the fact that she was a woman and sticking up for children. Josie had enough of those stupid sexist jokes coming her way, but she couldn't imagine how it was like for Irid, who was higher up than her and a war hero at that.
"It's not a problem at all." Josie said when Irid thanked her. She knew that there wasn't many people in the PK force that had the same opinion on killing a child. During training, at least for the war, every rebel was an enemy, even young children who were just caught in the middle of it. During that part, Josie just tuned it out. Not many people had the same experience with children as she had, but she was glad that there was another PK that was standing up for the children in the district, even if their parents were rebels.
"Yeah, it blows when you get chewed out for doing your job. That kid didn't know any better and they decided to fire anyways. Our job is to protect, not to cause more violence. I mean, as much as I would like to shoot every damn rebel in this district, that's not the way it works and that's not how the Commander should play the game with tensions still high." Josaphine knew she would get chewed out by the Commander if anyone overheard her talking about this, but she didn't care very much. As much as she was good at following orders, she was just as good as being brutally honest. The Commander could be a complete d*ck, and even people who agreed with him knew that was true. WORD COUNT: 385 TAG: Mia Irid
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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 5, 2017 18:31:05 GMT -7
It felt very nice to have someone in agreement with her. Above all, Mia hated explaining herself and defending her actions, trying to justify something that was obviously the right thing to do. The barracks was a war of its own that Mia was still learning to endure. So far, she knew that it would be easier with an ally. She nodded, agreeing with Josaphine’s interpretation of the situation. ”He’s scared,” Mia told her. ”He fought in the war, you know. I’d bet money that he’s terrified of it happening again - doesn’t want to leave that cozy office of his and risk taking a bullet. Probably thinks it’s easier to kill anything that looks like a rebel instead of taking his chances with them later. It’s stupid, though, because it only pisses them off more when you pump metal into the population. If he makes them scared when they’re being compliant, it won’t be any more of a risk for them to rise up.”Mia didn’t want war again either. It’s why she gave the family a chance and why she tried to save the little girl. She sighed. ”Hard to play any game right when your hands are shaking too badly to hold your cards.” Words: 225 Tags: Josaphine Locket
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Nov 12, 2017 15:18:17 GMT -7
Josaphine knew that most of the Peacekeeper task force fought in the war, most of them for longer than she did. Some fought since the beginning, like the commander, while others fought in some of the major battles and survived watching their friends and comrades die. Even though Josie had only fought for two years, she did see her fair share of bloodshed--most of it before she even fought. Her, Irid, and the Commander all saw the worst of the war, though Josie did in a much different way.
As she listened to Irid, she agreed. Everybody was scared. It wasn't just the ex-rebels or the civilians. Even though a lot of the men in the PK force acted all tough and mighty, she knew that most of them were just as scared of another war brewing as any rebel out there. Josaphine was terrified of things getting out of hand again. What Panem needed was healing, not more conflict. Their country was already torn to pieces, and though Josie would love to kill any rebel that tried to step of her territory, she knew the difference between what was best for her and what was best for the rest of the country. Sometimes she had to put herself behind in favor of a better country. Josie's generation already made the mess, and if Panem wanted to survive, they needed to focus on helping the next generation get the tools they need to rebuild. That's what the Peacekeepers were for. They should be trying to help Panem. Whether it was killing rebels or helping others, they needed to do what was necessary. To Josie, nothing was necessary enough to kill children.
"I get it," Josie said, agreeing with Irid. "It's a hard position to fill. One that I'm glad I'm not in. There are some hard decisions to be made. It's hard to judge someone that's doing a hard job like that." Josie, though she was still angry about the child being killed, tried to keep herself calm and rationalize. "Still, trying to execute children as young as five shouldn't ever be a hard decision to make." She knew she had to tread carefully, especially talking about executing children. The Hunger Games were coming up, where children would be doing just what she said wasn't right: being executed. Lots of people were on board with it and ready for the entertainment, but Josie was absolutely dreading it. The only thing she could do was ignore it, because doing something about it would be treason. As much as she hated not speaking up and keeping her mouth shut, she didn't have any other choice. WORD COUNT: 447 TAG: Mia Irid NOTES: Sorry this took so dang long
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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 12, 2017 16:48:04 GMT -7
Mia hated the Commander for myriad reasons. In the past, she’d considered listing out the reasons, but that wasn’t entirely necessary - the list would be too long to do any good. Mia found him to be a coward and a pig. When she was first posted in 11, trying to wrangle her own inner demons that rose up upon her arrival, he tried to make a few advances on her. She denied each more harshly as they came. By rejecting his attempts, Mia had angered the Commander, insulted him. Stemming from a want to feel masculine and powerful, Mia assumed, he set about “burying her” by crossing her every decision, giving her the worst shifts, and complaining about her to superiors. The event with the child was just icing on the cake. Mia’s lips were tight at Lockett’s first words. They sounded like defense for the Commander. They were true: the Commander’s job - theoretically, of course - was a difficult one that required crazy judgement and extreme skill. That all assumed that he actually did his job instead of constantly sitting on his ass and yelling at others. He had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Finally, Lockett said the words Mia needed to hear. She took a deep breath, took a step or so away from the barracks. Their words bordered on dissent. The Games were a huge topic of contention, but any opposition to them was met strongly and swiftly. Mia still hated the idea of them. While stationed in the Capitol, as the war was winding down and the plan for the new nation was being laid out, Mia found herself at some of the discussions. She fought hard in the war. She was one of Panem’s first modern champions, so her voice was requested, until, of course, the words that came from it disagreed with the vision that the political leaders saw. ”Even children over five…” Mia said, shaking her head. Kids 12 to 18 had to sign up, were encouraged to risk their lives for the promise of tesserae, which of course would be a popular decision immediately following the devastating war. It felt barbaric. Sure, the districts needed to pay for their sins, but the price of children was one that was completely unwarranted. Mia didn’t believe in group punishment. She was of 13 herself, after all. Under group punishment, Mia would’ve been wiped out along with the rest of her home District, but instead she chose to fight for the Capitol and become one of their heroes. What was to say that other children in the remaining Districts didn’t feel the some way? ”Adults? Sure. They pay for their crimes. Kids… kids don’t get it. They’re just hungry.” Sav had just been hungry. That’s why she was a solider, why she eventually died instead of living and growing up like she was supposed to. ”They just want to survive. It’s sick.” Words: 506 Tags: Josaphine Locket
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Nov 12, 2017 17:27:59 GMT -7
Josie didn't realize how close to home this conversation would be. Talking about children and thinking about their deaths really made the blonde hair girl take a deep breath. It was such an emotional topic for her, though she knew that she couldn't show weakness or emotion to anyone. She had to be a soldier first, not an emotional girl. She learned quickly that she needed to show no emotion and toughen up. Before, Josie wasn't tough, but she knew how to stay strong for her family. Now, she had to stay strong for herself.
She swallowed the emotions brewing up inside of her. She looked at Officer Irid, who took a step forward away from the tent. Maybe someone here understood her point of view. She had never met someone who would even remotely understand what she had gone through, but maybe she found someone she can trust, even if it was an acquaintance. Josie knew that she couldn't make that assumption now. It would take time. It was hard for Josie to trust anyone. She used to trust everyone and understand people's point of view even if it was wrong. In the past two and a half years, she hadn't made one friend. There was a reason for that, but now that she was settling down in District 11, maybe she would finally be able to have a friend. Whether it was with Officer Irid or someone else, she wondered if any sort of friendship with anyone around her would happen.
Josaphine stepped closer to Irid, knowing that what she was about to say might be more controversial than before since she stepped away from the barracks. After listening to her, Josie gave her a firm nod. "I know exactly what you mean." She said, more confident than anything she said in the past couple of years. "Children don't know any better. Sometimes they think they do, but they just follow the views of their parents. It's hard for them to form an opinion when the opinions in Panem are stronger than ever before." It was the first time Josie spoke out about her strong view on children. She wanted to tell Irid about her time in the orphanage, but Josie just sighed instead. "Not a lot of people realize that. To most officers here, it's easier to shoot first and ask questions later." WORD COUNT: 400 TAG: Mia Irid
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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 19, 2017 20:42:13 GMT -7
Mia felt liberated. She kept her emotions under close wrap, not wanting to be known as the “emotional woman in the barracks.” The label was risky even when she was stoic. Standing up for children and arguing with the Commander over the sake of a labeled rebel only worsened that image of her, she was sure. With Locket, Mia wasn’t worried about that, though. She felt free, completely without restraints as she spoke about the incident. Mia wasn’t worried that Locket would label her as crazy and emotional. Here, she could speak her truth, find another with aligning ideas. She nodded, agreeing with the other’s powerful words. ”We can’t kill them like it’s for sport,” Mia said harshly, her most risky words of the night. There was no mistaking their meaning. Mia hated the idea of the Games, but that wasn’t something that was known among any other Peacekeeper in 11. It was a dangerous opinion to have, as many considered it as objection to the current government of Panem. Treason. Officially, Mia turned away from her old opinion and rightfully came to the “correct” side, the state sponsored way of thinking. Truthfully, none of her thoughts had changed. She was only more strong in her convictions now, especially in this moment when she felt that someone else might agree with her. Mia sighed heavily. ”It’s been a hard night, and these are heavy words.” She glanced up to the rising dawn, the brilliant sunrise around them. She'd spoken more about her feelings in this one interaction with Locket that lasted a few minutes more than she'd spoken about them since she'd been sent to 11. The talk was taxing, and coupled with the events of the night, Mia was emotionally exhausted. She wanted to clean herself of the remaining blood, eat, then sleep, all in that exact order. Still wanting the company of the likeminded Officer, though, Mia decided to invite her. ”Well,” she said to Locket, ”I’m on ‘break’ now, since that’s what we’re calling ‘time out’ apparently. I’m going to get a shower and get breakfast. Want to come along?”Words: 369 Tags: Josaphine Locket
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Nov 21, 2017 17:07:07 GMT -7
Josie hadn't had a deep conversation in a long time. Her conversations normally considered how boring the district was or how she wished the food was better here. Very rarely did anything exciting happen in District 11 despite it being the most rebellious district. Josie wanted excitement and the chance to kill rebels, but not in the way that had happened the night before. She hated that kind of excitement, if one could even call it that. It was something that shouldn't be done, but when bored soldiers get restless and finally get a job, they can be trigger happy. She had seen it first-handed in the war, so it didn't surprise her that it would happen here. Josie always thought before she shot when she was a Peacekeeper, and so far, she hadn't shot anybody since the war ended.
She rubbed the back of her neck, knowing that this conversation was one that needed to be had but also was quite stressful. It seemed like Irid picked up on that, changing the subject and asking if she wanted to join her on her break. Josie was usually alone, so it seemed like the conversation bonded the two. Maybe they would be friends after all, and if they weren't Josie would be happy to spend the day with someone other than herself.
"I already took a shower, but I'll save you a spot in the dining barracks for breakfast?" She asked with a smile. "I don't have patrol duty until two, so I'm free until then." Josie waved to her, making her way towards the barracks hall. Maybe, for once in four years, she would have someone she could trust. Of course, it would take a lot for Josie to actually trust someone, but maybe it would eventually happen.
She sat down in the barracks hall, waiting for Officer Irid to arrive before she ate herself. WORD COUNT: 320 TAG: Mia Irid
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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 22, 2017 22:14:36 GMT -7
Mia smiled at Josie’s response. It was what she’d hoped for, in a way. There was the lurking, ugly feeling of what being close to someone set her up for. When she blinked, Mia could remember how it felt to lay in her tent at night, too broken and cold to cry, but just broken enough to feel the pain in her chest like shards of glass stuck in her heart. Before she allowed herself to get too far into that thought, though, she stopped. It was stupid to assume that this friendship, if it could even be called that, with this other officer would lead to emotional attachment. In reality, Mia would probably b*tch out the other woman within a few days and cause her to run. That was her usual effect, anyway. Despite it all, though, Mia couldn’t deny that this touch of camaraderie felt nice after such a long period of bitter loneliness. ”See you then,” she said, her dumb smile revealing it all as she watched Locket walk away. Mia looked down into the grass for a few moments before walking to the barracks shower room. There, Mia peeled off her bloodstained uniform and threw it in the bin of dirty items to be washed by the barrack keepers. Beneath those clothes, her olive skin was lined with some streaks and trickles of blood, some of her owns and some of others. She cut the cold shower on, letting it wash over her body. The water stained red swirled down the drain in the middle of the room. Other shower heads lined the walls, all meant to be used together to cut down on costs and space. Being one of the only female peacekeepers meant the luxury of privacy in the room. The showers became Mia’s hideout in the barracks Mia enjoyed its cold sterility in addition to its isolation The tiles of the floor were a dark grey and the walls a stark white. The space made her feel completely clean and calm. Mia washed with scentless soap until the water dripping from her body was clear, then cut off the water, dried, and dressed. Usually, she managed to draw her time in the shower, but this time, she had an incentive to leave quickly besides the water’s temperature. Someone was waiting for her. Hair still damp and moderately dissheveled, Mia made her way to the dining hall where she picked out Locket from the crowd quickly. Just as the woman had promised, there was an empty space beside her. Mia crossed the room and dropped down into the seat. She glanced over to Locket. ”See any good food yet?” she asked, trying to rekindle something of conversation. Words: 465 Tags: Josaphine Locket
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Post by Josaphine Locket on Dec 4, 2017 20:46:58 GMT -7
Josie really didn't like living in the Barracks. It was uncomfortable and tight, though it was better than most of the living situations in District 11. When PK Irid sat down next to her, she gave her a nod. She half expected her to completely bail on her. Josie didn't find herself very interesting, which is probably why she didn't have many friends. But, at least Irid showed up to eat with her. She already exceeded her very low expectations. The reason for her low expectations wasn't much known to Josie; maybe she didn't like people very much, or maybe it was that she didn't trust anyone. Either way, it was nice to have Irid with her.
"There's never any good food here," she said with a shrug. "Which is funny since we're in the agriculture district." They normally got frozen food from the Capitol that had a lot of nutrients in them but tasted awful. She liked to get some fresh vegetables and fruit from the market every once in a while with her low salary. "But, the eggs are always the least awful, so I usually just take most of that. You wanna get in line?" Josie asked, standing out of her seat though kind of feeling bad since PK Irid just sat down.
She walked towards the line. There were a good amount of soldiers in the line. Josie sighed, knowing that they would probably be waiting a while. WORD COUNT: 246 TAG: Mia Irid NOTES: Sorry so short!!
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Post by Mia Irid on Dec 7, 2017 23:19:58 GMT -7
Mia liked the feeling of belonging. The seat Locket saved was hers. Though it was just a spot on a bench in a crowded dining hall, it felt significant, like she finally had a place to be where she was wanted. She smiled at the other woman’s words. ”That’s true, it was just wishful thinking,” she admitted. Despite that, the food in these halls was a massive upgrade from the rations on the field, mostly because sometimes there were none. Here, the food was nothing if not reliable. She mirrored the shrug. ”Eh, the Districts are all exclusive exporters. They don’t reap what the sow.” Mia stood up alongside Locket, following her to the line. ”Personally, I’ve found quite a bit of luck with the bread. It’s bland but not super offensive.” Mia grabbed a plate as she stepped in behind Locket. ”I have friends posted in the Capitol. The word is that they eat like everyone else there - none of this ‘rations’ shit.” Mia had eaten the Capitol food while there after the war. It redefined food. It was all so rich and complex and flavorful and in such massive quantities. Really, it was almost too much. Despite the food, the Capitol hadn’t been the place for her. She’d chosen to take the Districts, nasty rations and all. Words: 235 Tags: Josaphine LocketNotes:
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