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Eponine Thenardier ([personal profile] gardienne) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-12-29 05:15 pm

Jailbird

Who: Eponine and open
What: Eponine has been arrested for speaking out about the Capitol, and is enduring a couple of weeks in solitary confinement in the prison. Luckily for her, they still allow visitors. However, all visitations will be CLOSELY monitored by Peacekeepers, so best behaviour please.
When Anytime you fancy for the next two weeks
Where: Eponine's cell in the prison or the Visitor centre.
Warnings: As always, feel free to add your own. Eps comes with the possibility of mild swearing and attempts at spitting - not that it's going anywhere: a forcefield separates her from you! Also, mentions of death.

Scenario One - for Peacekeepers/officials who might have the joy of visiting her cell.

She hadn't been particularly surprised when she had been taken into custody. She had fully expected that she was going to be arrested after that stupid meeting. She had expected that a cloth bag would fall over her head, that she'd be dragged out, forced to kneel, feel the mouth of the gun on her head and -

But no. She had been dragged out, yes, and bundled into a van, before being shoved into a cell without further ceremony. For a while, she had stood and shouted through the heavy, opaque door, demanding to know how long she was being held for, demanding to be let go, but when it became obvious that nobody was going to answer, she stopped.

She looked around her cell. It was completely white: smooth, white walls, white floor, white ceiling. Even a white light illuminating the cell. Her bed was smooth concrete, laid over with a white mattress: the toilet, hidden behind a low wall, again was white. Even the door. Nothing to look at.

Eponine sat down in the middle of the floor, her knees against her chest, and her arms wrapped tightly about. She made sure that the hood on her hoodie was well pulled up, and she buried her face in her knees.

Without much indication of time, she slept when she was tired, and when she woke, she returned to the same place on the floor, occasionally looking up at the door, willing it to open and for her imprisonment to be over.

Scenario 2 - for those who wouldn't have the pleasure of a cell-side visit.

She was marched through corridors that twist and turn and yet all look completely identical. There was no way to tell them apart, no time to look closely for tell tale markers for the Peacekeepers moved her at a quick pace.

They took her to a visiting room, sat her down in a chair, and enabled the forcefield around her. This way, her visitors could see her, and she them, but there was no chance of contact. She didn't like it much, and she wasn't particularly eager to see anybody, not in here. But it was a change at least, from the oppressive whiteness of her cell.

The peacekeepers flanked Eponine, guns drawn, and restraints clearly visible. She knew that they wouldn't hesitate to use them, either on her nor anybody else. She hoped, desperately, that nothing would go wrong this time. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the seat, waiting resignedly for her visitors to come. And she knew that the Peacekeepers had their ears open, listening to hear any sniffs of anti-Capitol thoughts. She hoped nobody would be as silly as she.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-02 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Alex debates correcting Eponine, that "said" is a more appropriate term considering her traitorous, surrogate mother figure is dead, but decides to put that as low priority for now. The important thing is making sure Eponine's nutritional intake is delivered, as well as the bundle of letters and odds and ends from the Tribute Tower, all screened to make sure she can't use them as weapons.

"Of course, Ms. Salazar," Alex goes to the next order of business, his hand swiveling back to his side as he extends the small container to her. "This seems to be fan mail. Do you wish to reply to them? I can transcribe them for you."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-03 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Alex hands over the container, his artificial spine humming as he straightens and continues to loom over Eponine, as if he hasn't thought "hey, I should find a seat so this isn't weird".

"I can write an answer, yes," Alex replies. Or to be more accurate, he can even directly send them wirelessly but he knows that Eponine is from a less...advanced time. He keeps things simple for now. "It's a service I'm offering, as a new Peacekeeper recruit. Did you prefer conversation or should I just stand here?"

Because some inmates seemed to prefer that, oddly enough. As if existing in the same cell was a reminder they weren't alone or going crazy.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-03 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
"She didn't issue any orders to me regarding gags," Alex doesn't shrug but it's almost, almost there in his monotone.

He patiently watches as she opens the letter. The paper is expensive, thin with a silky sheen that he can see through when it catches the light in a certain way. It's easy for his HUD's AI to scan the cursive and flip it around so he can read what it says. It appears that Eponine, for her poor attitude and performance, has lost a fan who's very vocal about it, right down to making a bullet-pointed list.

"I don't joke," Alex's head shifts down, too smooth to have bones and muscle, as he glances down at the glob of spit dribbling down his graphene calf. As it's not at all threatening, he leaves it alone. It will get cleaned off and sanitized by his tech team. "I suggest you learn from the criticism and improve on it, Ms. Salazar."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-04 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Alex shakes his head in a leftover movement from his days as an average flesh and blood human, a side-to-side that's perfectly horizontal with no unevenness. "I don't know if they do, I haven't read them."

He fixes Eponine with a stare, polite, the opposite of invested. Clinical. The Peacekeepers who don't seem to appreciate his involvement on the force might even call it zombie-like but they're wise enough not to say it directly to his face.

"I've seen your records, of course. My opinion is that there are certain areas you can improve upon if you wish to retain a certain..." he fishes for the words, mouth a merciless, thin line. "...standing. You may consider counseling."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-05 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Alex takes back the tub. It's up to Ms. Salazar if she wants to read them or not - it's not programmed into his duties to make sure she does. That's her Escort's job. Sending them here to read was merely a gesture of courtesy, that she wasn't entirely forgotten.

"Records can be important in determining if a suspect is a threat," Alex replies calmly. "Counseling is important for here."

He reaches up to tap the side of his head, his finger going ting ting ting against his graphene plating.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-05 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Titanium and graphene armor plating, developed by OmniCorp," Alex helpfully supplies. He closes the lid on Eponine's box of unread hate mail. "If you're concerned for your mental health, I again urge you to seek counseling."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-05 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't give you a guarantee it will. Piece of mind is valuable, of course." Alex doesn't stop to think hey, it's a bad idea to feed people information about himself just because they asked. "No. I'm the only cyborg Peacekeeper."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-06 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I was a Tribute like you. Petitioning to be a Peacekeeper was the next logical step," Alex fixes a flat stare at Eponine. "Please keep your voice down to acceptable levels."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-07 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course. I was law enforcement before this. What better way to offer my assistance?" Alex this time does shift, staring now at Eponine without blinking at all as his mouth thins into a line. "While you're free to offer your opinions to me, I would suggest you're more careful around the others. They might not be as...patient."

He doesn't lace it with quiet venom like a normal human would but there it is - a threat's a threat.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2015-01-17 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
That they can agree on. From what he can pull up on Eponine's files, her behavior in the Arena and documented also in the Capitol, she has a history of acting out.

"It's important to first recognize you have a problem," Alex doesn't try to reassure her that no, District 3 isn't her fault. "Unfortunately I can't recommend neurosuppression to you at this point in time. You can work hard to qualify and I can put in a personal word in if you really wish to try."

Other wise...Alex's slow, pointed glance at the white cells, the white cot, say everything else.