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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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"So instead you gave a woman who is a genius and who you knew was potentially dangerous deadly materials in the hopes that... what? She'd back down during the last second? Have a change of heart?"
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Dan is quiet for a moment as he lets those words sink in.
"Was there anything else that she said or did? Anything that would tell you where she got the idea?"
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"To rebel, but if you have insight in the other ones..."
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"That sounds oddly sympathetic to her," Dan pointed out. "Does what happened to her give her the right to blow up an innocent man?"
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"I know that you Victors are a class of your own, but I don't see any of the others passing off explosive parts to people they know have rebellious tendencies," Dan points out causally. "You're the only one who did that."
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She sighs. "Yes, I have anti-Games sentiment. I have anti-Capitol sentiment, Dreiberg. The fact that that is in any way surprising speaks to the sociopathy of this whole ordeal. But I'm also practical, and I'm tired to death of losing my Tributes year after year after year. Do you want to search my attic? I'm sure you already have the warrant. All you'll find is mementos from my Tributes going back to the 38th Hunger Games, and they're all dead. All of them except this crop. Is it shocking that I'd set my personal feelings aside to protect them? I'm not a Victor you need to worry about, because you have a suite-full of hostages to dangle over me."
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Daniel stares as he listens to her. It was one thing for the Victors to share these feelings among themselves, but for one to so brazenly make a statement like that to a Peacekeeper while being questioned? For a moment, he is too stunned to fully reply. Finally, he sighs a bit and then moves to rub the bridge of his nose, pushing up his glasses just a bit as he does.
"The Games are a necessary part of our culture," he explains once his hand is lowered. "And for you to make such a strong statement because you attached yourself to the wrong young woman is a bit of a insult to the security that we've worked to create on our world. If you care so much about the life your son could have had, you should be grateful that the Tributes are coming from another world, not supporting them in their rebelliousness." He stood up then and picked up the recording device. "I have what I need, Eva. Someone else will be in to speak with you further." With that, he closes the conversation. Not wanting to give her time to reply to his face, he pulls away and walked towards the door.