𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕

[kingsleyers]

She was sat at a table in a cafe not far from the Capitol Building, her eyes closed and her phone sat face down on the table next to her hand — which was currently tracing her nail against the edge of its porcelain; she’d opted for a real cup — as she let out a low hum.

People kept jostling into her table, and once in a while she’d open her eyes, looking first at the laptop in front of her, closed though it was, before up at the people jockeying for their position in the line to get a drink. She should be used to this, used to all of it, and yet she seemed... annoyed?

“If you need a seat, just ask.” Allison offered seemingly to no one, as it was directed in any particular direction, but the offer was open, and if someone had been looking, well... now they knew.

[francisdaumantas]

location: capitol building, steps when: 8 am open to: all

Meghan’s thoughts on this morning’s spectacle at the Capitol? There’s no need to mince words: gross. And, frankly, she doesn’t think anyone is asking the right questions, like whose body it is and who killed them ( I mean, right? ) and how they were able to pull this little charade off, anyway. One would think that blowing up fifty percent of the world’s most powerful leaders would increase security measures around here, but clearly she’s the only one with any brain cells in this fucking city.

Meghan supposes she should thank the barista who took forever to make her latte this morning; she at least spared her from staring at a dead body at six in the morning. Of course, all this didn’t stop her from sharing a passionate string of tweets about the country’s need for better veteran services and the strength of their troops and all the accompanying nonsense. Naturally, her Twitter followers ate it up.

Anyway. Meghan stands at the steps of the Capitol Building, looking appropriately distressed for the occasion, lest any reporters choose to pan their cameras her way. She glances at the person to her left, seizing an opportunity. 

“Terrible, isn’t it?” She asks, her voice heavy. “I can’t help but think about their family.”

[kingsleyers]

Allison had gotten used to these things a long time ago — well before her appointment as director of the CIA and more in time with her modest stint in the military — and merely pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one free and lighting it up. None of that had to do with the stress of the day, and instead was more habit; this was something she just did, whether it was a dead body or a stubbed toe, Allison smoked.

A relic of a bygone age that she hadn’t had the heart to abandon, maybe. That or the idea of vaping made her feel ridiculous, who knows.

“Less so for them than for us,” A backwards statement if ever there were one, “They’re done with their part and now the rest of us get to try and figure out the reason why, and how to stop someone from dropping another one on the steps and riling up the masses. As to their family, it’s hard to imagine they ended up here in that way because they were drowning in family.” 

Though Allison’s position wasn’t widely known of yet, or at least her face, she knew well enough to be as vague as possible in most things. But... give enough to get some back.

[catchymemes]

[daantaat]

Shall we begin?