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thecapitol2014-08-02 10:49 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-02 10:49 pm
Suspects' Holding Cell
The vans drive for what seems like an hour before they come to a stop, and Peacekeepers blindfold and forcefully drag even the most cooperative suspects into a building.
The suspects are all held in one cell, a large, metal room with a thick door and a single ledge that serves as a bench. Bright fluorescent lights beam from overhead. There are no windows and no clocks, no sign of where they might be.
The Peacekeepers take off the blindfolds, though without much care for whether they come off all the way or chafe or stay slung around the suspects' necks. The suspects' hands are left cuffed behind their backs, and even the most ingenious of them won't be able to pick the lock on their restraints, but they're otherwise left to roam freely through the space.
Suspects are removed, one at a time, at unpredictable intervals, by Peacekeepers armed with tasers. Some take three hours to return, while others are back within only a minute. Each of them comes back having been clearly roughed up and pressed for information that they may or may not hold; some are bleeding or sporting the beginnings of black eyes.
They'll be sleeping here tonight.
The suspects are all held in one cell, a large, metal room with a thick door and a single ledge that serves as a bench. Bright fluorescent lights beam from overhead. There are no windows and no clocks, no sign of where they might be.
The Peacekeepers take off the blindfolds, though without much care for whether they come off all the way or chafe or stay slung around the suspects' necks. The suspects' hands are left cuffed behind their backs, and even the most ingenious of them won't be able to pick the lock on their restraints, but they're otherwise left to roam freely through the space.
Suspects are removed, one at a time, at unpredictable intervals, by Peacekeepers armed with tasers. Some take three hours to return, while others are back within only a minute. Each of them comes back having been clearly roughed up and pressed for information that they may or may not hold; some are bleeding or sporting the beginnings of black eyes.
They'll be sleeping here tonight.
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Her breathing was steady.
Blinking at her tears they began to slow as well because for at least this moment she dared to believe him.
"That's going to have to be enough." she whispered barely audible.
Was it hope? Not really...but it was close enough to give her something to look forward to.
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That was something that, no matter what they did, the Tributes had a choice to hold onto. The potential within themselves. The personal power and promise that could be unlocked the moment they had an opportunity to snatch up a key.
"There's two kinds of strength. Strength in - in control and power. In making things happen. We're running a little low on that right now. But there's also strength in enduring things. Waiting for your moment to turn around and strike, even when you're barely staying in the air."
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"But what if that moment never comes?" She dared to whisper as the question had filled her head time and time again while she waited for a hero.
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Dragons the size of mountains could fall. Vicious madmen with dragon armies could die. It was the one thing he was always sure of, that things could get better.
Even centuries' long wars could give way to peace.
"You just have to hold on."
Because people like him were going to fight for that. If he survived this he was going to learn all he could and fight with everything he had. Even if it killed him.
Especially since there was a chance it could keeps these absolutely insane people from killing innocent little girls like her.
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"Yeah...I guess I can hold on a little longer then." She muttered tightening her muscles up like she was bracing for the next round of abuse coming her way.
"I've held on this long...what more can I lose?"
It was almost like a dare to fate.
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At least he hoped so, but doubt wasn't the thing she needed to hear right now and that was why he was so good at this, of convincing people of things and convincing them of ways things could be better.
The conviction he put in it, even if he wasn't feeling that conviction 100% himself.
Because sometimes that was what people needed to hear.
A little more sure of what he was saying, he went on, "They can't change the parts of you that are important deep inside unless you let them. You get to decide what's important and what you hold onto in there, even if they hurt the outside, even if you can't always talk about what you're keeping safe."
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Still there was doubt, there would always be doubt.
"I held onto those parts of me for a long time and it hurt too much. I thought if I changed it would help and it did, but I guess you're right. Some parts of me just haven't changed yet."
She was still a coward. Still a better runner then a fighter.
Still rebellious.
And she had discovered, she was spiteful. She was vengeful.
She could be cruel.
"I guess since we don't know how long we have to live, it's a good thing we're figuring all this stuff about ourselves out so early in life." She muttered with half a bitter smirk.
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Even when everyone had thought he was a joke, they were all willing to protect him from harm.
"You shouldn't have to figure it out so soon but if it helps to know who you are, then figuring that out might be a good thing, even if you're a little young. That means you'll have something they can't take."
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Maybe his words would be enough to hold onto the next time she was taken away for questioning.
Maybe she wouldn't break after all.
So much of her life was full of maybe.