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Post by Jake R. Parker on Nov 7, 2017 21:07:55 GMT -7
 Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drownThere was something deep inside him that felt broken and irreparable. Jake's hands held the glass of whiskey loosely, his elbows on the counter of the bar and his body leaning. Some days were harder than others. He could go days without thinking about it, thinking about the way his parents both died in front of his eyes before he even turned sixteen. Thinking about the way Ingrid looked when he first saw her so badly beaten she would have died if she didn't get help. Thinking about the women and children who died inside the factory in District 8. Thinking about the little boy he tried to help, only to be shot in the abdomen by the boy who turned out to be rebel. Thinking about Aurelia and how no matter how much he loved her, she couldn't fix him. It wasn't her job, but he thought if he could just be happy with her, all the pain would go away. Pain didn't work like that, he realized. He was full of self loathing, and took a swig of his drink. It didn't matter how happy he was, happiness doesn't erase pain. It just makes life a little bearable. But the pain is still there and it still creeps up right when he least expected it. He left Aurelia in bed, unable to fall asleep. Jake thought perhaps some fresh air could do him good, he could take a walk and after a few minutes, go back to bed before Aurelia even realized he'd left. But the minutes passed and so did the streets and somehow, Jake found himself at the bar. He was three sheets to the wind within an hour, but he wasn't like some of these other drunks that got loud, or violent, or crazy. Jake was quiet, tending to his drink even though he didn't need anymore. If he tried to stand up, he'd probably fall straight down to the floor. Maybe if he drank enough, the pain would go away. He knew that wasn't true either. He'd gotten piss drunk before to where he had no recollection of the previous night. And still the pain was there, it always came back no matter what. He drank his way to the bottom of the bottle, whored his way through every woman he could charm. Nothing, no one, not even Aurelia could fix the broken thing inside him. WC: 418 TAG: Open |
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Peacekeeper
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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 8, 2017 0:00:33 GMT -7
If there was one specific thing Mia didn’t like about Peacekeeping, it was the bureaucracy of it all. She loathed being plucked up from her post and thrown wherever the hell she was wanted in Panem to do “informative training seminars” for new recruits or to sit in on a meeting in which she was theoretically allowed but told not to actually speak in. It was all the most massive waste of time and incredibly infuriating. After a day meeting with some head Peacekeepers in District 2, Mia couldn’t stand to be in or around the barracks any longer. She changed out of her uniform into civilian clothing and, against her better judgement, chose to go to the bar in hopes of finding relief to the pounding headache she’d carried all day long at the bottom of a glass. She did just that with a glass of scotch chased by some whiskey. It burnt in a wonderful way, searing out her general annoyances along with its flames. Now far more loose and open than she was before, she took note of the extremely drunk man sitting a few stools down from her at the bar. Upon a second look at him, she recognized him as a Peacekeeper from the District. ”No graveyard shift for you tonight then, huh?” she said, smiling a bit. Graveyard shifts were universally acknowledged as the worst of the worst. Apparently, they were far more common in bigger areas like District 2 where there were enough citizens for chunks of crime to occur at night, so time off during the ugly shift was always coveted, at least to Mia's general understanding of the place. Words: 302 Tags: Jake R. ParkerNotes: |
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Peacekeeper
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Post by Jake R. Parker on Nov 8, 2017 12:29:13 GMT -7
Jake hovered above passing out on the bar. He was close, but not yet there. Before he could take another drink, a woman sat on the stool beside him. He raised his brows. She looked very familiar but his mind was hazy and so fogged from the affects of the alcohol he couldn't really think straight. If Aurelia walked in right now, he probably wouldn't even recognize her. Jake's eyes moved lazily to his drink again and he tried to lift the glass, but realized that someone had asked him a question. He looked towards her again. "God I hate graveyard. Too many drunks," Jake slurred. She was pretty, or perhaps it was the alcohol that made her pretty. He could never tell when he was drunk. Everyone was pretty when he was drunk. He peered at her, his eyes barely open. "Sorry. Do we know each other? Are you my stalker?" He had no idea what he was saying, or what she was saying. Was she even saying anything? Jesus. He was drunk. He let go of his drink and pushed it away. The bartender looked at him and smirked, shaking his head. Yeah. Yeah. Jake knew he'd had enough. WC: 202 TAG: Mia Irid |
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Peacekeeper
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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 9, 2017 23:33:41 GMT -7
Mia felt herself laugh a bit at the drunk Peacekeeper. In District 11, any Peacekeeper - even if off duty - would be smoked if they were caught out in this state. It seemed like District 2 just happened to be a different place. Perhaps it was because the Hub of all Peacekeeper creation and there were so many of them here, but something told her that the location would have the opposite effect. She laughed again, wondering how she was allowing herself to interact with the man. Mia sipped the last bit of her drink before answering. ”You could call me that, maybe. I’m Officer Irid. I was at your barracks today and I happened to just recognize you here.” Mia accepted her next drink and studied it for a moment. Small talk was hard, but it was definitely a skill she needed to work on. Already loosened by her tiredness and the first drink, she was more likely to do that now than ever. Even though the situation was comedic, she felt the pull of sadness on her heart. More than one Peacekeeper she knew - including herself - liked to bury themselves at the bottom of a glass when their job became too much to rationalize in a sober mind. The other Peacekeeper looked young, still, but that didn’t mean a whole lot in the grand scheme of things. Mia had only been 19 when… ”Hard day, then?” she asked, sympathy bleeding into her voice. At her barracks, she was known for being the resident hard-ass, but she truly felt for the hurting Peacekeepers and wanted to do whatever she could to help. Words: 288 Tags: Jake R. Parker |
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Post by Jake R. Parker on Nov 10, 2017 16:38:01 GMT -7
Jake felt a bubble in his chest. He tried to hold it in, but when he hit his chest, it came out as a hiccup. "Ow," he said, his chest feeling like it was being stuck with an ice pick. He hiccuped again. Jake cursed and grabbed the glass that the bartender slid in front of him. He drank it, tasting the most delicious water he'd ever tasted. Man, was he drunk. He looked at the woman again, still unable to truly see her, but the cool water at least woke up some parts of his brain. "Oh. Shit," he sighed. "Yeah. You do look like her, except the hair is usually up and I've never heard you laugh." He paused, staring at her, his face blank but clearly zoned out. She wore different clothes, not the Peacekeepers uniform. "It's weird," he said without really elaborating. His mind was working in such odd ways. It was as if he was inside a catacomb trying to find his way out and with each turn, he found something new and different that couldn't possibly be possible. He found her laughter odd, out of place, drunk as he was, he knew for certain that he'd never heard her laugh. And the fact that she was wearing civies, it definitely bizarre. Jake shook his head, trying to clear the fog in his mind the refused to leave. He breathed, groaning, thoroughly hating the feel of being so drunk he couldn't think straight. Hell, he couldn't even hear himself speak. He had no idea what he'd said just a few seconds ago. Her words seemed odd to him. Another thing that didn't seemed it belonged to her. He didn't know much about her, only what he saw. And though they'd never actually spoken, he felt this was all wrong. "Wait..." he looked at her realizing something. "Shit. Am I being investigated?" Why would an officer talk to him, at a bar no less? She was being nice, too nice. The laugh, the sympathy in her voice. It was too much. Shit. John found out! That had to be it. Or he suspected something and had asked her to find out. WC: 367 TAG: Mia Irid |
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Peacekeeper
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Post by Mia Irid on Nov 12, 2017 16:22:28 GMT -7
Mia blinked at the truth that came from the drunk Peacekeeper’s mouth. She nodded, the left side of her mouth curving upwards. ”Sounds about right,” she agreed easily. While in uniform, her hair was pulled back into a tight, neat bun. Now, it hung in loose curls and waves over her shoulders. And, just as the Peacekeeper pointed out, she was much more serious when in uniform. She had to be. Being serious and a hard ass commanded respect, and, if Mia didn’t take respect from others, she would never be handed it. Here, though, she felt she could relax some, act more human. She nodded again. Even though she was not fulling understanding his sentiment, she could take a few guesses. ”It is weird,” she affirmed. Mia took a sip of her drink, glancing over at the other Peacekeeper from the side of her eye. She was Officer Irid, somewhere above the lowest step on the chain of command for Peacekeepers, but her duties as an officer did not happen to include investigating internal matters and managing other Peacekeepers not in her unit. Despite that, it made her curious. The Peacekeeper sounded almost paranoid, like he was waiting to be investigating. ”Why would I be investigating you?” Mia asked, turning slightly in her chair, ”Is there a reason that I should be?”Words: 234 Tags: Jake R. Parker |
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Post by Jake R. Parker on Feb 28, 2018 20:30:45 GMT -7
Jake sobered up real fast at her question. The bog that weighed down his mind disappeared and the fog lifted. It was as if all the alcohol in his system exploded inside him and he broke into a cold sweat, like waking from a nightmare. "Uh. Well. I mean," he was grasping for words that seemed to slip through his fingers, drowning in cold water in a frozen lake, trying to swim to the surface with nothing to hold on to or grasp. He shook his head and his arms, trying to free himself from the sudden sobriety that smacked him with her words. "No," he said now with a straight face. "I just heard a lot of people being let go for different reasons after an investigation was launched on them for no apparent reason. I mean these are good guys, I've known most of them for years, you'd never think that they'd do whatever..." Jake drank water, the thirst for it was no so surreal it was like he'd been stranded in a desert for a week. "So what about you? Hard day? I don't think I've seen you around here before," he turned the conversation, needing to move on from what was sure to be a catastrophic disaster if he didn't. WC: 215 TAG: Mia Irid |
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Peacekeeper
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Post by Mia Irid on Mar 21, 2018 6:59:26 GMT -7
Mia raised an eyebrow as she watched the Peacekeeper stammer and worry at her question. For a moment, she considered dropping a word with his supervisor to consider actually investigating this guy - he was acting as if he were guilty. If he hadn’t done something wrong, why would he be so scared? Mia leaned back in her chair for a second and crossed her legs, considering her options as she ignored his words for a moment. They mattered a lot less than his body language which was screaming out guilt. Mia remembered how she acted while she was in the ranks. At first, there were no organized levels of minor infractions. The only real crimes were desertion and failure to fight, both punishable by death. In the chaos of the blood and panic, no other rules would have stood. After Mia was on her own, she stopped caring what happened to her. Still, when she was first called to her commander’s tent, there was a pang of anxiety even though she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. Leadership could make you feel guilty. If this Peacekeeper had done something majorly wrong, it was the duty of his unit to figure that out and act accordingly. As far as Mia concerned, sniffing him out was above her pay grade and below her standards. Mia heard him trying to shift the focus of the conversation and she decided to go along with it. She wasn’t here to ruin his night. ”Mm,”[b/] she hummed before responding, ”Not necessarily a hard day. I just don’t want to sit in the same damn complex all day, and the bar was the easiest place to find.”
Most of the other Peacekeepers who weren’t on the graveyard shift were asleep in their homes or still in the barracks. Mia hated the barracks - not just the ones in 2, but the ones everywhere. Anywhere - even a shitty bar full of drunks - was better than base.
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Post by Jake R. Parker on Jul 9, 2018 20:04:45 GMT -7
Jake nodded, he knew the feeling all too well. He had known the feeling, until he and Aurelia started dating. Then most of his free time was spent with her. But that didn't stop the memories and thoughts that plagued his mind, his nightmares. Most nights, like tonight, there was no rest to be had. Only torment. He smirked and raised up his glass, "here's to the bar, always being there for us when we need it." Jake drained the glass completely, not really meaning to. When he set it back down, his head spun. No more. He shouldn't drink anymore. But the bartender filled his glass once more. Jake hesitated reaching out to it. Instead, he crossed his arms and held his hands as steadily as he could on his elbows as if to lock them into place. "Shouldn't you be at home though? With someone, I mean. Isn't there someone waiting for you?" he asked. "Not trying to pry or anything. You don't have to answer." He didn't know much about her, but he did know that she was only a few years older than him. She should be settling down. It was difficult for Peacekeepers to have families and keep their families together, specially if they had to travel and be gone for months at a time. But some people made it work. Aurelia's dad made it work. WC: 232 TAG: Mia Irid |
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Peacekeeper
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Post by Mia Irid on Jul 9, 2018 20:57:52 GMT -7
Mia figured that she should have been worried about the inevitable hangover to come the following day. Half of the attendees at the security meetings had been drunk, though, and she was sure that the number was only going to rise for the second day of adjournment. All Mia had to do was show up. Mia smiled knowingly at the Peacekeeper’s toast. Alcohol rarely failed at searing away Mia’s troubles. It had been one of her most reliable outlets during the war. She mirrored him, finishing her drink. Mia could feel herself slipping between the line of pleasantly buzzed to drunk. Mia chuckled darkly at his question. She looked down to her newly full glass. With the taste of her last drink still on her tongue, Mia took more than half from the new glass. ”I have to be much more drunk to talk about that,” she told him. A lot of the soldiers from the war still struggled with their memories of the fighting. They could hear the explosions in their sleep and smell the scent of death that lingered in the streets. Some of them received news of the deaths of their family. A few watched their friends die in the fight. Very few had seen their partner fall. Mia wasn’t sure that she could ever recover. She’d never be the woman that her mother was. She couldn’t have a normal life. Mia blinked down into her glass. ”And you? Do you have someone waiting?” she asked. Words: 260 Tags: Jake R. Parker |
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Post by Jake R. Parker on Oct 11, 2018 12:00:20 GMT -7
He kept his arms locked together as he listened, completely aware that he had to get a grip. He couldn't go home flat out piss drunk. What would Aurelia think? He had just left her there asleep in their bed all alone. He wondered if she would wake up and if she did, would she go looking for him? He hoped she stayed asleep. He couldn't face her now. Not after all that had happened and all the memories that haunted his mind. The alcohol was doing its job now, but he could still think, still feel. It seemed perhaps what he needed was another drink. But the two sides of him were locked in battle. To take a walk and clear his head, or to completely drown everything out? Mia drank from her glass and he knew the answer. Jake raised his brows and nodded with a smile, he ordered her another drink, "cheers then." He looked at the glass and contemplated sipping it slowly as he had been considering all night. His hands shook slightly as he raised the glass up to his lips. It took far too much effort to keep himself from drinking more than just a sip. But when he put his glass down, almost still as full as when he drank from it, he breathed. He swallowed the alcohol that was still sitting in his mouth, stuck under his tongue, and then let it slide down his already numb throat. Jake nodded. Aurelia. He was letting her down and he knew it. The fact that he was aware of what he was doing made it that much worse because he wasn't doing anything to correct it. It was like he was going down the road knowing he was going the wrong way, or digging himself into his own grave. "I should be home with her," he said, but didn't move. He had no intentions of leaving the bar just, yet, no matter the consequences. What was it they said? It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission? Something like that. To hell with it. Words: 351 Tag: Mia Irid |
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