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thecapitol2014-05-03 01:14 pm
swedeandlow) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-03 01:14 pm
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Who| Kurt Wallander and OPEN
What| Penny has made Wallander's life hell after her latest tirade, so he's gently trying to pick up the pieces. Anyone want to talk to a peacekeeper?
Where| At his office in Peacekeeper Headquarters or around the Tribute tower
When| After Penny's network post
Warnings/Notes| None yet!
Kurt didn't sleep that night. He had too much work to do - vetting every sadistic young peacekeeper that might have an inclination towards torture. It was not a job that he relished, and a small rebellious part of him wished he could sign up someone who had absolutely no imagination and would be horrible at it, just to give some salve to his conscience. In the end, however, he had four dossiers of very accomplished young men (and one woman) who he knew would be all too good at their job and keep Penny off his back for at least a few weeks. It made him sick to his stomach to think about, and more than once he found himself daydreaming that she actually managed to force him into the job, and he was forced to torture some poor soul and then that person's face would turn into his daughter's--
He threw up. Once. In the bathroom. Where he knew no one would catch him.
And then he sent the dossiers to Penny, knowing just what he was endorsing, and knowing that he had to.
The rest of the day he spent doing some paperwork in his office, before heading to the tribute tower. Many of them were angry. He knew that. He'd watched Penny kill that mouse just as they had, watched her relishing in the pointless cruelty. If he had any ability to, he would see her fired - she made his job insanely difficult. How was he supposed to keep the tributes from rebelling when she simply fueled the flames? But the fact was, he had no power over her. And he had no means of voicing descent, not without putting his daughter in the firing line instead. So he kept his grumblings and misgivings to himself, and went to see if he could calm some of the tributes down.
He wandered around the common room, mostly, making himself available - careful to show his badge pinned prominently to his belt, though he didn't wear the uniform that the regular peacekeepers did. Just the same rumpled suit that he had the day before.
What| Penny has made Wallander's life hell after her latest tirade, so he's gently trying to pick up the pieces. Anyone want to talk to a peacekeeper?
Where| At his office in Peacekeeper Headquarters or around the Tribute tower
When| After Penny's network post
Warnings/Notes| None yet!
Kurt didn't sleep that night. He had too much work to do - vetting every sadistic young peacekeeper that might have an inclination towards torture. It was not a job that he relished, and a small rebellious part of him wished he could sign up someone who had absolutely no imagination and would be horrible at it, just to give some salve to his conscience. In the end, however, he had four dossiers of very accomplished young men (and one woman) who he knew would be all too good at their job and keep Penny off his back for at least a few weeks. It made him sick to his stomach to think about, and more than once he found himself daydreaming that she actually managed to force him into the job, and he was forced to torture some poor soul and then that person's face would turn into his daughter's--
He threw up. Once. In the bathroom. Where he knew no one would catch him.
And then he sent the dossiers to Penny, knowing just what he was endorsing, and knowing that he had to.
The rest of the day he spent doing some paperwork in his office, before heading to the tribute tower. Many of them were angry. He knew that. He'd watched Penny kill that mouse just as they had, watched her relishing in the pointless cruelty. If he had any ability to, he would see her fired - she made his job insanely difficult. How was he supposed to keep the tributes from rebelling when she simply fueled the flames? But the fact was, he had no power over her. And he had no means of voicing descent, not without putting his daughter in the firing line instead. So he kept his grumblings and misgivings to himself, and went to see if he could calm some of the tributes down.
He wandered around the common room, mostly, making himself available - careful to show his badge pinned prominently to his belt, though he didn't wear the uniform that the regular peacekeepers did. Just the same rumpled suit that he had the day before.
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To say that Don wasn't disturbed by what happened would be a lie. He was. He was pretty sure the woman hadn't been targeting anyone in particular (at least, he really hoped she wasn't, given his memories of Ariadne), but seeing the animal hurt that way...it hurt. It reminded him that sane or mad, they - including the visitors - were in ever-present danger. And he had no intention of ever giving that person any reason to try anything on people he cared for. The
It was the least he could do, in the face of what he saw.
It was as he pondered these items, coming up from a particularly long workout, that he spotted the new man. He felt himself tense up, in spite of himself, at the sight of that badge's glare.
"Oh...good afternoon."
Nevertheless, he managed to keep his voice calm, if cool. He didn't really know who this was or what he was capable of, as a Peacekeeper.
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The fact that Penny had chosen a rodent for her little display had nothing to do with Don - at least not directly, as far as he knew - but he imagined given the current circumstances that the turtle might be affected. So he put on his best, sympathetic smile.
"Don. We haven't met yet, but my name is Kurt Wallander. I work as a detective, for the Peacekeepers."
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A detective for the Peacekeepers, huh.
"Is there anything I can do for you, today?"
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In case anyone was really worried about Penny and he needed to talk them down, basically.