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Nov. 17th, 2014 at 3:45 PM
Who: Eve & Gunnar Richards (+ Mason & Willette Sullivan later)
What: FAMILY BONDING TIME. Also some anti-Capitol planning.
When: Monday night
Where: District 13
Eve had spent the better part of the last week outside of District 13, something she hadn't done in years. After the first rebellion, the district had been forced underground, so she had barely been farther than a quarter-mile radius from the site since she was a little girl. Being the daughter from one of the 'new' District 13 founding families meant that she had been under lock and key for most of her life. For her protection, of course. Their continued safety depended on a very strict peace treaty with the Capitol, the Capitol wouldn't bother them as long as they promised not to continue pointing their nuclear weapons at them. At the time that the pact was made, the people of District 13 were understandably only thinking of their own safety. But it had been seventy-four years since that happened. Seventy-four years since they'd gone underground and started living a different kind of life, and now, District 13 was under the leadership of somebody else.
And they were no longer interested in playing dead.
Her marriage to Gunnar had been decided long before the two of them were even of age, so it was lucky that when the time came, not only did it make sense for the district, but it made sense for them. There was no one Eve trusted more, no one who understood her better and vice versa. And now that they were in full control of the district, together they had started to make plans. Plans for a better future, for District 13 and all in Panem who suffered under Capitol rule. Gunnar was a fighter, just like her, and neither of them were content to live out their lives policing a district that lived underground, out of fear of an enemy that could, contrary to popular belief, be infiltrated and brought down. 'No more hiding', Gunnar had told her often, and Eve had taken that sentiment to heart. She was done hiding. They all were.
One of their reconnaissance specialists, Charlie Archer, had gone missing earlier that week. He'd left on a recon mission and never came back. There were very few shape shifters in District 13, so losing even one could cost them greatly. Not to mention, the Capitol specialized in torture, and their whole mission could be compromised if any one of them fell into the Capitol's hands. Since Eve was the only other one in the district with the kind of skill that was needed for a stealth rescue mission, she'd taken it upon herself to go after him. It was easy to blend in when you could literally be anyone you wanted, you see. But after a very close call with some Peacekeepers in one of the other districts, Eve had to give up the search to avoid getting caught, barely making it back unscathed. She knew she'd find her husband alone in 13's main conference room at this time, bursting in without announcing herself and shutting the door behind her for some privacy. "We have a problem."
What: FAMILY BONDING TIME. Also some anti-Capitol planning.
When: Monday night
Where: District 13
Eve had spent the better part of the last week outside of District 13, something she hadn't done in years. After the first rebellion, the district had been forced underground, so she had barely been farther than a quarter-mile radius from the site since she was a little girl. Being the daughter from one of the 'new' District 13 founding families meant that she had been under lock and key for most of her life. For her protection, of course. Their continued safety depended on a very strict peace treaty with the Capitol, the Capitol wouldn't bother them as long as they promised not to continue pointing their nuclear weapons at them. At the time that the pact was made, the people of District 13 were understandably only thinking of their own safety. But it had been seventy-four years since that happened. Seventy-four years since they'd gone underground and started living a different kind of life, and now, District 13 was under the leadership of somebody else.
And they were no longer interested in playing dead.
Her marriage to Gunnar had been decided long before the two of them were even of age, so it was lucky that when the time came, not only did it make sense for the district, but it made sense for them. There was no one Eve trusted more, no one who understood her better and vice versa. And now that they were in full control of the district, together they had started to make plans. Plans for a better future, for District 13 and all in Panem who suffered under Capitol rule. Gunnar was a fighter, just like her, and neither of them were content to live out their lives policing a district that lived underground, out of fear of an enemy that could, contrary to popular belief, be infiltrated and brought down. 'No more hiding', Gunnar had told her often, and Eve had taken that sentiment to heart. She was done hiding. They all were.
One of their reconnaissance specialists, Charlie Archer, had gone missing earlier that week. He'd left on a recon mission and never came back. There were very few shape shifters in District 13, so losing even one could cost them greatly. Not to mention, the Capitol specialized in torture, and their whole mission could be compromised if any one of them fell into the Capitol's hands. Since Eve was the only other one in the district with the kind of skill that was needed for a stealth rescue mission, she'd taken it upon herself to go after him. It was easy to blend in when you could literally be anyone you wanted, you see. But after a very close call with some Peacekeepers in one of the other districts, Eve had to give up the search to avoid getting caught, barely making it back unscathed. She knew she'd find her husband alone in 13's main conference room at this time, bursting in without announcing herself and shutting the door behind her for some privacy. "We have a problem."