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» Once again, as predicted, Hilary/Gwen
Scyther Seige
 Posted: Jun 4 2012, 10:40 PM
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There were times when Scyther missed his home in District Two. Not even the actual structure of his house, specifically, but the district itself. Say what you might about its shortcomings, there was at least always something going on. A robbery, a murder, a fire, a riot, some form of misdemeanor...None of it good, but all of it entertaining, even if in a morbid way. Scyther didn't enjoy the suffering or misfortune of others, and especially as a Peacekeeper didn't condone violence or mishap, nor had it been in his spirit to do so in the first place. But it had to be admitted, there was something uniquely exciting about getting a call over the radio transmitter about something different - something gritty and gory, preferably.

Training in the city had exposed Scyther early on to a variety of unfortunate situations and their byproducts - and also their victims. So, his immunity to blood was high. It helped that, as a child, he had been prone to accident. Not because of illness or any other physical ailment, but because he lacked common sense, and still did. That hadn't changed much, but he had grown wise enough to realize that some ideas were best left untried. Like climbing to the roof of his house and jumping off of it in an attempt to fly, as he had done at the age of ten. Obviously, it had been a failure, and he should have known better at that age than to assume that physics and gravity would conspire to work in his favour. But at the very lest, stunts such as that one had earned him a tolerance for both pain and grisly imagery. Seeing your own bones go through your skin tended to toughen a boy up fast, even without the help of his callous and militaristic father.

Here, there wasn't much opportunity to exercise his excellence of iron gut. The most work he ever had to do to keep from gagging happened when he passed the animal pens or the slaughter house. He longed for something to happen. Anything. The most eventful thing to transpire this week so far was a bull escaping and rampaging through town - admittedly, that had been hilarious. Lots of fun was had. He was tempted to go release it again. But rather than stir up trouble, he resigned himself to hanging around on a street corner where he had been posted for the shift, leaning up against a brick wall with his arms folded across his chest, waiting for someone to need him. Nobody did, frustratingly enough. So he entertained himself with people watching, which wasn't...really all that entertaining, actually. Even the girl-watching wasn't great today.

[And neither was Rant's writing.]

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 Posted: Jun 4 2012, 10:45 PM
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Gwendolyn was fifteen and unsure about the world that surrounded her. She was scared of the possibility of being reaped. She was worried about her parents, for one reason or another. She was unmistakably a teenager. It was at this time that Gwen also took on the role that an increasing amount of girls her age had seemed to take on. It was a role that was accidental and, for the most part, frowned upon. It was the role of a teenage mother. It was not a role she would have expected, or wanted per se. But, it was the hand that fate had dealt her.

He had been her long time crush, since she had known him since elementary school. She had liked him almost as long. He told her the same was true for him about her. However, she had never had the courage to act upon her feelings. He told her the same. That was how it was until the night before the reaping for the Games. Different people reacted to that differently. Some looked at it as a time to celebrate with family. Some looked at it as a time to reflect upon ones’ life in case that life was changed completely in the day to come and subsequently ended shortly thereafter. But, that had not been what the two young teenagers had done. They had taken it as an opportunity to act upon urges without thinking of the consequence. After all, there would be no consequences if their names were called. There would only be a weapon wielded by another child their age to end their lives.

As luck would have it, their names were not called, but the following day was the beginning of a huge change in their lives. A small plus sign on a stick after a missed period was tantamount to a name being drawn from a fish bowl. Nothing would ever be the same again. Gwen could still recall the trembling of her fingers and the weakness in her knees when she’d gone to speak with him. She remembered the way he’d shook his head as his facial expression changed. He didn’t want to deal with a child. He didn’t want to deal with her. She had never meant to him what he had meant to her, she was just a distraction. He didn’t want to be tied down to a girl who he, as he put it, “hardly knew”. The tears had streaked down her face, hot and salty, as she’d left his home to return to her parents.

It was then that she decided something. No one would ever control her again. No one would have that control over her. No one would make her feel like she felt that day. She would live for herself and her child.

Her sweet, friendly demeanor had changed that day. From the moment her son Grayson was born, he was all that mattered to her. At the death of her parents, when she was eighteen, she was a single mother, alone other than her child. But she was going to be strong and independent. She had faith in herself and she knew that, with hard work, she would be alright.

A year had passed, and her now three year old son lived with her in a small farm house in the new District Ten. It wasn’t much, as she thought, but it was home. She had been happy, content, to live alone with her son and herself. She didn’t need friends or family to come around, not that she had any. She was self-sufficient. Or so she had thought.

On this particular day, a loud knock on her door had caused her to shoot up from bed. Praying that whoever this visitor was had not women her son, she threw on a robe which had been her mother’s and walked to the door. The tiniest specks of sunlight trickled in through small holes in the curtains, but she could not make out a face through them. She opened the door not knowing what to expect. Even if she had seen the face of the visitor, she still probably wouldn’t have known what to do.

It was him, the boy who had brushed her off, the father of her child. She stepped outside, onto the small wooden porch outside the door and shut it behind her. Grayson didn’t need to see this man. He didn’t need to wake up. The man began to speak, his tone serious. He informed her that he had the right to see his son and that he intended to do so. She refused, but he demanded. Again and again. His voice got louder each and every time. Gwen tried to keep her voice calm, but threatening her claim over her son got a quick rise out of her. Without anything left in her to keep up the restraint, she screamed at him. She told him he would never take her son, never see her son as long as she had anything to do with it. She added a few obscenities as well, still hoping that Grayson was asleep. He stormed off, shouting over his shoulder that he was not done and that he would take his son.

The encounter had left her in a frantic state of panic. He was better off than she was, more financially capable. He could figure out a way to use that in his advantage. But she had to know, why now? Practically running, she changed into proper clothing then gone in to see her son, who looked up at her, his brown eyes filled with confusion as well as a trace of sleep. So he’d heard her, obviously. Gwen helped him to get dressed, and told him everything was okay. She told him that they were going to go into town for a little bit to talk to someone so that the mean person at the door didn’t come around again. Without a question, Grayson followed his mother’s instructions.

Within minutes, they were ready to go. Promising her son a nice breakfast in town, she lifted the toddler so her legs wrapped around her waist, and set out to find someone who she could enlist to help her. She didn’t want help, but she had a feeling that she was going to have to accept the fact that this was just one fight that she couldn’t win on her own. She needed the assistance of someone with real power, not just the power of a mother whose child is threatened.

After a few minutes of walking, they made it closer to the center of the district, where she’d hoped she would find someone who she could speak to to ask for her. She was worried, as she had walked along, that she would have seen him. Luckily, she did not. However, a uniform caught her eye and she moved in the direction of a peacekeeper that seemed to be standing around. If anyone could help, he would be the first one to ask.

Determined and fearless, Gwen walked up to him and stopped in front of him. ”Excuse me. I need –um- help.” she said, faltering in her manner as she had to admit her own weakness. It was not common for her to do such a thing.

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Scyther Seige
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 10:33 PM
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Several hours of his shift had already passed before anything noteworthy happened. Between the start and the time this occurred, the most action to transpire was several people asking him for directions, which he provided as best he could, leaving out the part about him being new to the district. His sense of orientation and knowledge of the roads and landmarks was probably just about as good as that of those who came to him for help, if not even worse, but he wasn't about to give the impression of being an idiot by admitting that. As a Peacekeeper, citizens were relying on him, and he needed to maintain an image of competency. Despite the fact, of course, that he wasn't at all competent in most areas. He was just good at seeming it.

Especially when pretty girls were involved, like the one who approached him with a young boy in tow, looking somewhat distressed. Her tone conveyed even more an urgency that probably required more than shoddy unreliable directions to quell it. This might actually be interesting.

He pushed away from the wall and straightened up, trying to look as authoritative as possible.

"What can I help you with, ma'am?"

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Gwendolyn Carter
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 10:41 PM
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Hilary


Gwen shifted uncomfortable, clasping onto her son tighter. Yes, he was a peacekeeper. But he was still a stranger. Did she really want to ask hi for help? Was it actually a good idea to let him into her life in an intimate way, even if it was just to help protect her son? She had had a very hard time, since the moment of Grayson's birth, with trying to force herself to allow others to help. Since he'd been born, asides from her parents, she'd never asked anyone for help. She could do it herself, that had been her promise to herself. She was strong and capable and independent. And yet, here she was standing in front of a peacekeeper ready to ask for help. Why wasn't she just turning around?

The answer to that was as clear to her as it was that the sky was blue. She wasn't turning around because this was not something she could do alone. She needed someone on her side. She just needed someone who would protect her and her son. She needed help. It hurt for her to have to admit it. It hurt her pride and her ego. But, she had to do it because it was, in the end, what was best for Grayson.

"Well.. Uh... " she began, trying to decide whether she should say what she had to say in front of her son or not. She looked around her quickly and deemed it safe, then set her son down on the ground. "Sweetie, go play over there for a minute while Mommy talks to this nice man." That could have been a lie. She didn't know a nice man from an evil man on the surface. She shifted to she could watch him while she spoke to the peacekeeper. "I need help to keep my son away from someone.." She finally said, once again chewing on the word help for a moment before letting it pass her lips.

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Scyther Seige
 Posted: Jun 5 2012, 11:17 PM
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The woman's apprehension was more and more evident in her manner and tone. Her entire frame seemed tense, and her reluctance to even be speaking to Scyther was obvious. Something was very wrong, but she wasn't sure if she wanted him to know exactly what that was. All this was inferred only because Scyther was good at reading people - a fool he may be when it came to academics, but when it came to people and understanding the nuances of body and voice, he was very well-educated. It helped, of course, that his Peacekeeper training had exposed him to situations in which people were dealing with severe stress, and also those rather much less worrying for those involved, too.

Despite only one year of experience Peacekeeping, he knew the difference between someone whose troubles were ample and those whose troubles were slight. His training even in the classroom, before he had been licensed, had covered determining whether someone was genuine about the alarm of their necessity, and that coupled with his accumulated experience gave him the ability to determine fairly accurately that this girl was pressed sorely for a solution to something.

What, he didn't know. He wasn't that good yet. Some Keepers he knew could tell more or less what a person's troubles were just by looking at them. After so many years on the beat, you began to see the same things more than once, and started to recognize them even before they made themselves evident. There were only so many varieties of problems that demanded Peacekeeper attention, and eventually you saw them all. Scyther hadn't seen them all yet. He had heard of them all, but it would take twenty years of working before he could really claim having been around the block.

He was still wet behind the ears in comparison with some of his superiors, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from tackling every problem he could. That included the personal ones. In fact, those were the best. People fascinated him to no end. Especially good-looking female ones. She automatically off limits, of course, given the fact that she had a son and probably a husband or lover, and despite his player attitude Scyther had a good set of morals to follow. Flirting with girls or appreciating their beauty was one thing, but he wouldn't actually put the moves on a girl with the aim of dating her unless she was exceptional, and it required that she want the same thing. So in this case, he would do nothing more than admire the fact that the girl was easy on the eyes. He would remain professional (as far as professional could be applied to him), and be grateful for an assignment at all.

Instinctively, he too positioned himself in such a way as to facilitate a watchful eye over the child while they spoke, the protective inclinations that had made him such a good candidate for the job even before he'd come of age kicking in. Her words had him instantly alert.

"Is someone harassing you?" He asked in hushed tones. "Are your lives in danger?"

It probably seemed a dramatic question to ask, but it was standard protocol when someone approached a Peacekeeper the way she had.


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Gwendolyn Carter
 Posted: Jun 6 2012, 11:16 AM
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Hilary


Gwen observed as he shifted so he could also face her son. Her first reaction was her becoming mildly upset. Here she was already forced to ask someone else for help and now he seemed to be insinuating that she could not even look over her child without his watch as well. She felt like he was trying to show her up, to prove to her that she was incapable. Her whole life she had felt like people had been trying to do just that to her. They wanted to remind her shed had a child at a young age, they wanted to remind her that she was alone in this, they wanted to remind her she wasn’t good enough or strong enough or capable enough. But she was! Hadn’t she proved that already? She didn’t know what else she had to do to get people to just trust that she was a capable parent and able to raise her own child without the help of others.

After a moment of thought, though, she relaxed. It took her a moment, but she realized her initial judgment was probably not entirely right. Even if he did think she was incapable of taking care of her son on her own, he was only providing an extra set of eyes to supervise. As a parent, she couldn’t justify being upset with that. He was safer, as much as she hated to admit it, with more than just her watching over him. He would be safer with more than just her trying to keep him from his father. He would be better off if she had help. She would have to get over her own pride in order to allow for her son to have the best possible chance in this situation, as much as it hurt her.

At that moment, the moment when he asked her if she was being harassed or if their lies were in danger, she didn’t know what she was going to say. What could she say? Harassed? Yes, it was possible that what he had done could be considered harassment. But their lives in danger? She didn’t know. She doubted Grayson’s was, and she did doubt, somewhat, that he would do anything that drastic to get back the son he’d claimed three years ago he did not want. But Grayson was her life and giving him up to anyone for any period of time without her consent would have been tantamount to tearing out a piece of her heart.

”I.. Well..” Gwen was at a loss for words, so she decided to not directly answer his questions, but instead explain the situation. ”My son’s father came to my house today and demanded the rights to see him.” That didn’t sound nearly as bad as it had actually been. ”When I had him, he told me he wanted nothing to do with me or my son, and hasn’t seen him for three years.” Still not nearly as bad as it truly had been. She wasn’t great at admitting her weaknesses. ”Please don’t let him take my son. He’s mine, not his. Grayson wouldn’t even know who he was. He’s a stranger.” her voice was more serious now, more desperate. She had turned, in her last plea, to face the man who she was addressing as opposed to her son, but her gaze shifted back after a moment.

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 Posted: Jun 6 2012, 09:24 PM
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To Scyther, the woman's problem seemed like one she should be bringing to the courts, not to a common Peacekeeper. She should at least even be going to the district headquarters to consult with a superior officer who had experience with matters like hers and the rank to handle it appropriately. Because frankly, Scyther didn't know what to say to her, or what to do. He felt sympathy for her, naturally, and instinctively wanted to come to her defense and offer any services he possibly could, but he knew that realistically his options were as limited as hers. He could offer her no respite that she herself could not find.

From what he did know of cases like this, lawyers tended to get involved, along with a lot of paperwork and appealing processes and months if not years of ruthless legal battle. But if she was like most citizens of district ten, she couldn't afford that. Especially considering the fact that she appeared to be very young, not more than her early twenties, and supporting a child probably without much help from anyone else. Without a father in the picture, at least not in any helpful way, she had to be relying on family, and that was also assuming that her family had the means to offer any support. Of course, there was also the possibility that she was just toughing it out on her own, which made him cringe internally for a variety of reasons.

Not wanting to compound her stress by admitting that he had no solutions, he was silent in thought for a moment before offering, with as much an impression of competence as he could manage, his take on the matter. "Don't worry ma'am, we won't let him take your son. He has no legal right to unless he wins a court appeal for custody. I'm afraid I can't stop him from doing that, but if you're worried that he will try to take him by force, we can help. Do you have reason to suspect he will attempt that or that he will become violent?"

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 Posted: Jun 6 2012, 09:47 PM
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Hilary


It didn’t thrill her that the only way that he could keep him away from her son for good would be through a court case. She didn’t have the money for that. She hardly had enough money to put the food on the table. But, she did feel a miniscule amount better when he assured her that he would not let anyone take her son. Sure she’d just met him and didn’t trust him, like she didn’t trust anyone new, but something made her believe that he was telling the truth. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking or hope that he was right. She didn’t want anyone to touch Grayson.

Would he become violent? Gwen thought back to the morning and the squabble that had taken place outside of her home. It had started off civil, yes. It had started off with just words, albeit their voices were raised. But by the end, she had been afraid. She didn’t want to admit that she had been afraid. Anything that involved her admitting her own weakness in this situation was not something that she wanted to do. The man had reached out and grabbed her wrist to pull her towards him, screaming into her face. Sure it wasn’t violence in the way many would have imagined violence to manifest itself, but her wrist still hurt.

Without conscious effort, one hand moved to the wrist and rubbed it gently as she was thinking. She didn’t realize she was doing it until she’d finished her thought process, after which she folded her hands over her chest. It was a defensive stance, or so they said. Seeing as she was in a rather defensive mood, it didn’t seem very strange for her to do such a thing. She knew from the experience this morning what the answer was.

”It is possible. He has a bit of a temper.” she looked down at her wrist again, then back at Grayson, avoiding looking back at the peacekeeper.

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Though she made an obvious attempt to disguise it, Scyther noticed immediately her tension and the fact that one hand crossed over to rub her opposite wrist. He couldn't see very well, but there appeared to be a bruise developing there. The thought that any man would lay a hand on this woman, or any woman, incensed Scyther nearly beyond what he felt he could control. It was completely unacceptable. Scyther wasn't a chauvinist, but he did realize that women were smaller and weaker than men in most respects, and for a man to take advantage of that was barbaric.

True, women were perfectly capable of standing there ground intellectually, but otherwise, there were often issues in the way of stature. Even aside the immaturity and animal nature of physical assault between a man and a woman, Scyther lived by a strong moral code and was perhaps one of the few men to still adhere to the laws of chivalry, as best he could. So naturally, this woman was playing directly to his weaknesses: Pretty, alone, and in need of his help. He couldn't refuse.

"All right, then we can station a watch outside of your house, if you like. Would that make you feel safer? We can have someone on guard all night."

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Hilary


Once again, Gwen found herself shifting uncomfortably. The longer she stood here, the more pathetic she felt. She knew she needed help, there was no question about that> but there was something inside of her that kept screaming in protest. Every time this peacekeeper made a suggestion to help her, every red flag in her mind went up. It was too much. It was her job to keep her son safe, and hers alone. She didn’t need him. Yet she knew she did. She needed someone else because she knew that he wouldn’t be afraid to get her out of the way to get his son. Why was it so hard, then, for her to just deal with it and allow herself to drop down her guard just a little bit so that she could accept the help without questioning it or attempting to reject the fact that she needed it?

Perhaps it was purely because she had wanted for so long to prove to everyone else that she could do it on her own that she could not bear to fail now. She had needed to prove it to herself as well. She’d been a scared fifteen year old when it had happened. At the time, imagining life with a child was impossible. Her friends questioned why she could keep it, her parents were concerned. Yet she’d done it. She needed to do it. She needed to prove to everyone she could do it. Allowing herself to admit now that she needed help just upset her further.

”I.. I guess that would probably… Well, it would probably be best.” she admitted, shifting again. She still refused to look at the man who stood beside her. It was too easy to trust people if you could see them. It was like an attachment to them that she didn’t need.

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 Posted: Jun 9 2012, 08:31 PM
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If the woman's discomfort wasn't palpable enough, her diligence in avoiding any eye contact apart from fleeting and infrequent glances was additional testament to her lack of faith in the situation. Her body language and the doubt in her voice would have been, on anyone else, a reason to arouse suspicion. Criminal or those with something to hide behaved much the same way in Scyther's experience, and there was always the off chance that the woman did in fact have something to conceal. What, he had no way of knowing.

It seemed unlikely, though, that there was anything more to her secretive mannerisms than perhaps a lack of trust, or an unwillingness to disclose the full magnitude of the situation. It was entirely likely that things were worse than she was letting on, that she was more scared than she was ready to communicate to him. It wasn't rare for women in potentially or already violent situations to balk when it came time to admit their dilemma and seek protection, even if the source of amnesty was the powerful fist of the law. Often, seeking help meant compromising themselves further, making themselves even more vulnerable until their protection was fully guaranteed. And even then, the law couldn't always fix everything.

There was only so much Scyther and his kind could do to protect a person without violating regulation and/or personal privacy, while someone with violent intent, well...they didn't tend to have much respect for privacy or law. Scyther had heard of a case last year wherein a woman's ex-husband had been stalking her with threats to kill her. A watch had been stationed, body guards within her home, and while she slept in her bedroom and the bodyguards stood watch outside, the ex-husband had crawled in through the window and smothered her with her pillow. Scary stuff. It bothered Scyther to know that things like that happened. That they were allowed to happen.

Regulation could go teabag itself. When it came to someone's protection, Scyther would do everything he could as long as his charge was comfortable with it. And if they weren't, well...it was a personal choice to endanger oneself further by refusing something like allowing a Peacekeeper in your home.

Of course...there were also some cunning people out there. Peacekeepers had been killed in the past by winding up alone with someone under the pretense of protecting them. There were a lot of people out there who didn't like the law, and would do anything to hurt it. For all Scyther knew, she could just be a distraction, a diversion while someone else planted a bomb or something. Crazier things had happened, and beautiful women had been known to use their looks to their advantage. Or their children, in this case.

But realistically, those odds were slim. He was still on guard just in case, but he wasn't too worried about it.

"Then let's get you back to headquarters so we can do a case report and set that up, okay?" He gestured down the sidewalk with his arm, motioning for her to proceed before him. "Right this way, it's just two blocks down."

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