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thecapitol2014-12-29 05:15 pm
gardienne) wrote in thecapitol2014-12-29 05:15 pm
Entry tags:
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.
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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"I am going to follow the rules and train and win an arena all by myself."
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"You misunderstand me. I don't mean long term goals. What short term goals are going to help you to get there? How can you change as a person to be better? You already know following the rules and training physically. What else do you think you need to work on?"
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She swallows, hard. "And letting Eva go. Just forgetting her, I suppose."
Her voice wobbles, just a bit, though she tries to control herself. "She is just trouble. And perhaps I should hate her for causing me such trouble. I don't know. Perhaps I do hate her."
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"Eva was a huge part of your life. Whatever bad things she did she changed you for the better. If you completely let go and forget about her that's disrespecting her and you."
Leaning forward Harley's voice dropped into a softer tone "I didn't mean to say you have to leave Eva behind. I mean that you need to move on and take with you the lessons you've learned. But don't let your memories hold you back or you'll only live in the past wallowing in all the mistakes you made and people you've lost."
By god if it killed her she would make this kid a better person if only out of respect for Eva and the thrill of a challenge.
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"I think you should take those tattoos back, Harley." She said, heavily. "They're on the side in my room. On top of the big pile of books - they're Eva's. But you can take them. Please."
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"Alright I'll do that for you, and you promise me you're not gonna give up on this self improvement schtick. We may have had our history together but if I can turn over a new leaf so can you. And maybe this leaf won't have so many bugs!"
The metaphor was weak at best but she added "And I'll even leave you a little gift so you have something to look forward to when you get home."
The "Gift" would be a terracotta cat head with instructions to take the packet of seeds and spread them carefully over the cat's head. Water once a day and eventually a lush green mane of green grass would grow around the cat's face.
Yes, Harley thought a Chia Pet was an appropriate reward for someone getting out of prison.