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brother2dragons) wrote in
thecapitol2013-06-18 06:34 pm
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Interrogation
Who| Dan and Eva ; Eddie and Eva
What| Eva has earned herself an interrogation after the post she made.
Where| Undisclosed location in the Capitol
When| Right after the assassination attempt
Warnings/Notes| Dan's thread is pretty tame, but then Eddie comes in. That thread has just begun, but there is likely going to be some pretty violent stuff in that one. Will add more warnings as needed.
Eva had been escorted into a vehicle shortly after the events at the Tower had settled down. There had been no windows to help her know where she was going. When the doors were opened for her she was in an underground complex with still not discernible landmark to help her.
The uniformed men took her to the interrogation room. It was a metal room with shiny walls that had hooks attached which could easily be used to lock someone into a standing position. The space was wide open but dark around the edges. There were marks on the ground from where heavy machinery had been dragged in and out.
For now, the room only had two chairs and a table, but it was clear that could easily be changed. To someone who was observant, this room was the ghost of a torture chamber. The marks on the floors and the hooks on the walls hadn't been removed on purpose, all to hint towards something more sinister that could easily be brought out to aid with an uncooperative target.
The idea made Dan a little uncomfortable, but he didn't seem like it at all when he came into the room with a small recording device.
"Hello Eva," he said as he moved to sit in one of the chairs. Like all Capitol citizens, he didn't seem to think it odd at all to call this woman by her first name. She was a Victor after all, and Victors belonged to the Capitol.
What| Eva has earned herself an interrogation after the post she made.
Where| Undisclosed location in the Capitol
When| Right after the assassination attempt
Warnings/Notes| Dan's thread is pretty tame, but then Eddie comes in. That thread has just begun, but there is likely going to be some pretty violent stuff in that one. Will add more warnings as needed.
Eva had been escorted into a vehicle shortly after the events at the Tower had settled down. There had been no windows to help her know where she was going. When the doors were opened for her she was in an underground complex with still not discernible landmark to help her.
The uniformed men took her to the interrogation room. It was a metal room with shiny walls that had hooks attached which could easily be used to lock someone into a standing position. The space was wide open but dark around the edges. There were marks on the ground from where heavy machinery had been dragged in and out.
For now, the room only had two chairs and a table, but it was clear that could easily be changed. To someone who was observant, this room was the ghost of a torture chamber. The marks on the floors and the hooks on the walls hadn't been removed on purpose, all to hint towards something more sinister that could easily be brought out to aid with an uncooperative target.
The idea made Dan a little uncomfortable, but he didn't seem like it at all when he came into the room with a small recording device.
"Hello Eva," he said as he moved to sit in one of the chairs. Like all Capitol citizens, he didn't seem to think it odd at all to call this woman by her first name. She was a Victor after all, and Victors belonged to the Capitol.

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She's scared, but not horribly so, not unless something indicates to her that her little ruse of the network didn't go over as swimmingly as she hoped. She mulls a lock of her hair between her fingers nervously and sucks the tip of her tongue.
"You know, you probably have dinner to get home to. I'm ready to tell you everything, so we can skip past the punching and the pear of anguish."
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"The punching?" Dan asked. He opened his hands a bit. "Do I look like I'm gearing up to hit you?"
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She barely takes notice of the recording device. She generally assumes she's being recorded unless shown otherwise.
"Well?"
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Dan nods and stands to go to the door. He keeps an eye on her as he knocks on it. It slides open and he passes on the request for water. Still, he keeps his body angled so that he never fully looks away from her.
When the water is handed over he brings it back to her and sits down. He gives her a moment to drink and then continues.
"I can't say that I understand," he admits. Peacekeepers couldn't have families so he wouldn't know what it was like to want to protect your child. "But you said in your post that you supplied her parts to make the bomb. Are you saying you would have done that for your son?"
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She takes a drink of water and winces.
"I held on to the hope that she might know where he is, or the hope that she would chicken out on her own and I wouldn't have to report her. That's why I waited until it was so close to the attack. I wanted to give her every opportunity to repent."
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"Radicals don't repent, Eva," Dan said with with some sympathy in his voice. "These new Tributes come from worlds that are very different. None of them are your son, and it's highly unlikely that any of them know where he is. Like you said, I wasn't a Peacekeeper when it happened, and none of them were even in this world."
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She bites the corner of her tongue now and takes a drink of water again. It doesn't keep her voice from cracking.
"It was only in our last meeting that I understood definitively that she was alone, that that was why she volunteered herself."
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"Which means that you discussed with her what she was going to do? Did you help with with the plotting of the assassination attempt?"
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"But the bomb worked, didn't it? Why would you give her components that would be that dangerous?" Dan manages not to sound as intimidating as he could, though there is a part of him that doesn't really see the logic behind what Eva is saying. He chalks it up to a woman being illogical when it comes to her children, but he doesn't let himself express that. His job is to be suspicious of her.
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He lets the woman wait a good long while after Dan leaves before heading into the interrogation room himself. Rather than the usual white uniform, he's dressed in black, mostly leather. Simple, efficient, and brutal.
He takes a seat across from her with a wide smile. "Eva, isn't it? Can I call you Eva?"
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Death? She's been ready for death for a long time.
"I don't think I'm in a position to be called 'Your Highness', so you may." She raises an eyebrow. "Interesting uniform. Hides the blood stains?"
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He'll get to questions eventually.
Maybe.
Honestly, he's not here to gather info.
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Eva blinks a bit, bats her eyelashes and winces as the smoke stings her eyes, but sits back in her chair. If they want to make her wait, they can. She suspects he's trying to get her to crack by silence, or slip something in an attempt at making conversation.
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If they are looking for her to slip up, that is not Eddie's department. He's the muscle, not the brain. She came out and admitted to a Peacekeeper that she had anti-Capitol sentiments. He's not stupid enough not to realize that pretty much everyone in most of the Districts feels that way, but most of them are smart enough not to say it outright.
His job right now is to show her what her confession brings.
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No questions, but it's always better if they're a little anxious before the fists start flying.
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