Talk:Passin' Time RP/@comment-27025025-20151023021902

Capitol Thread:

(CONTINUING WITH THE ANON NPC)

We had arrived at District 11 two weeks ago, but we have been biding our time. Rebel activity had increased while we were here, and the citizens proved to be very loyal to their cause. But now, the rebels messed up. They had a dispute with District 11's mayor over weapons.

"Is everything in place?" I asked in the shadows.

"Yes, my lady."

"Good. Proceed carefully from now on."

I watched from the screen in the hovercraft, concealed in the trees. He moved carefully with the peacekeepers in disguise as rebels. They waited by the creek waiting for her to come and pick the strawberries.

''Who knew strawberries would be the key to deceiving District 11? ''I thought amused

Within minutes she had arrived, swinging her arms and carrying a basket to pick the berries with. The little 5 year old never finished gathering berries when a bullet hit her in the head. That little 5 year old was the daughter of the mayor and the key to District 11. Within minutes men came out bearing shotguns and when they found the dead little girl and my disguised peacekeepers, the deed was done. None of my peacekeepers made it out alive except for him.

"You have done well." I complimented him when he got back. He nodded stiffly before summoning the rest of the peacekeepers in the hovercraft.

We walked to the stage where the grieving mayor sat with the rest of the District's citizens.

"Citizens of District 11! The Capitol has arrived here to investigate Rebel Activity. We had just arrived, when we saw the rebels shoot this innocent girl! And to think that you supported these child murderers! Would your ancesters be able to say, he was a good man, when you have supported these murderers! Or would your ancesters be able to say, he was a good man, when he has brought justice to these criminals! Well, the Capitol won't stand idle when murderers roam the fields of District 11! We will hunt these bastards down and destroy them, just like we did at District 7!" I said with newfound ardor as the crowd cheered in agreement.

"Sir, please give me your daughter. She may still be alive if given Capitol medicine." I softly said to the grieving man. Immediately, he gave me his daughter and from that moment on District 11 was in the hands of the Capitol.