thecapitol | (no subject)

WHO| Any Victors, and every tribute as they are removed from the arena.
WHAT| The Capitol would like to pick your brain.
WHEN| Each person is approached separately, so you can specify when and where they came from.
WHERE| A government office building
WARNING/NOTES| This is mandatory IC. If for some reason OOC you cannot tag in (hiatus, etc) talk to a mod and we can handwave thing.

Much like the Victors who were currently missing, each victor or tribute was approached by a pair in sleek, all black suits, with friendly smiles, who none the less were quite firm in leading their targets away.

It was, from there, a short trip to a very nondescript looking Capitol building, in cars so heavily tinted it would be hard even for those familiar with the city to know where they ended up. From there they are lead to an elevator, which goes down, deep, and out into a white hall way. The first door slid open to a room, as blank as everything else, where a small, slightly pudgy woman with blood red a-line hair gave a wide smile.

"Please, have a seat!"

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Eliot read the Treaty carefully before handing it back.

"You realize this was the worst thing you could have done? This hasn't brought peace. I've seen wars fought over less. All you did was create a second war."

"Why do you say that?"

She sat back, honestly interested.

"Rebellions like this don't happen for no reason. Whether their initial grievance was real or not, this just gave them a legitimate one. Even more so all these years later. Most of the children who died in these games had nothing to do with the rebellion. How many of them were even born when you put this treaty in place? You've given every victor, every family member of every tribute a reason to hate you. Eventually, the fear won't be enough to hold that hate back. It'll be a bloodbath. You sacrificed their children thereby giving them a common bond. You never sacrificed your own children to become part of that bond. They'll pay the price as much as you will."

He looks at her with sad eyes. He might loathe her and whoever else is part of the monstrosity that is the Hunger Games, but he can't hate their children. And once the powder keg explodes, there will be no way to shelter the children of this city.

He was astute. But a little late.

"Why do you think you're here?"

He crossed his arms.

"So you can lengthen the fuse on the bomb and tell yourselves the danger's over."

"This is the 75th game. Time isn't exactly something we've been missing."

Not entirely true, but he didn't need to know that.

He can't not see through that. They're scared. Good to know.

"Seventy-five years but you're only tryin' to change somethin' now? What changed?"

"Newly discovered technology." She said with her shark smile.

It wasn't widely published, but not much of a secret either, and she didn't want him to think he had discovered one.

Eliot nodded silently. No doubt whatever had scared the Capitol had spurred on the discovery at that technology. He didn't believe they would have used the technology like this if they weren't desperate. It was just too convenient. However, gathering any real information would be far easier if she believed he accepted the half-truth.

Well, at least that had gotten him quite.

"Do you understand the price of peace?" She asked, studying him intensely.

He raised his eyebrows. "The price of who's peace?"

"well, I don't really care about your peace. Let's not lie to each other."

She smiled.

"Then, yes. I do."

He met her eyes.

"Probably better than you do."

"Good." She gave him a very flat smile. "That's all. You may go now."