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     marco’s always been a bit of a morning person —- he’s used to waking up with the sun, with crowing roosters atop his roof serving as his alarm clock. the wet dew of an early dawn and the tired stretch of newly-waking muscles aren’t anything new to him, and it certainly looks as though he has an easier time with the start to their day than hitch does. marco can thank years of early mornings under the country sun, tending to fields and rounding up cattle for that.

     he takes a small sip from the rim of his cup, leaning comfortably against the stone wall alongside her. marco has no qualms with a slow start.

                         ❝  eh. just rolled out of the right side of the bed, i suppose.  ❞

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    “Well, aren’t you lucky,” she says, playfully rolling her eyes once more. She finally takes a sip of her drink but doesn’t care to give him the satisfaction of a gesture of approval. Hitch disliked mornings, herself. She found waking up to be a chore in itself so when it came time to do so she spent a good 20 minutes rolling around in her bed, unwilling to get up. Though, she always did, like she was expected to. Why else would she be here?

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    Hitch wasn’t the best out of her district, but she was in the top ten. It landed her the spot she wanted most and now she found herself inbound to the capital. Coming from the East District, she’d heard of the corruption in the ranks of the MPs. It didn’t stop her, however. There was something quite exciting about being a member of something so scandalous, so distrusted and yet so relied on. As she sat in the back of the cart wheeling her and the others into the center, she grinned.

    She tried during training to get the scores when it counted, something semi-impressive, but she cozied up to their instructor quite quickly. She managed to add a point or two here or there with her silver tongue. Her back still ached from the daily exercises, though not much. Perhaps the reason she was having issues was because of this horribly bumpy ride she was being forced through. It was better than walking, at least. Hitch could ask the driver to stop for a minute but that was more likely to cause her to lose money for his time.

    She imagines all the “good” she’ll be doing in the capital. They had quite a while before they began their duty, if she recalled. They’d be given an introduction to the force, be assigned their roommates, and become shadows of “senior” officers. It was like being given an internship at some newspaper place. Hitch leans forward and places her elbows on her knees, supporting her head with the palms of her hands. She had quite a while to decide whether or not she was going to follow the same corrupt route as everyone else.

    Before long, they were being ushered out of the cart. They appeared to be at some sort of compound. Or, it seemed like one. As they left that prison, they were given their new uniforms with the green unicorn embroidered on the back and sleeve. They even gave them new boots, all shiny and the like. They really did get better equipment in the inner wall, huh? 

    They were told that they could expect their roommates from the Southern District and Northern District today, and that the Western District would take until tomorrow, approximately. The introduction to the force would begin once everyone had arrived. Hitch was led to her room. A single bunk bed and cabinet. Otherwise, it was pretty barren. Hitch walked in with her bag that she’d had tucked between her legs for the whole ride. She set her new uniform on the bottom bed and sat down, digging into her sack.

    She pulled out some casual clothes. They didn’t expect her to sit around in her trainee uniform, did they?

    She changed quickly, setting her uniform outside of her door as requested by the captains. They were going to get shipped back to the training camps to be reused.

    Hitch withdrew some books as well. She would rarely read them but if she truly had nothing to do, it’d fill her time quite nicely. The girl sat on the bed and closed her eyes, grateful to finally have some quiet time.

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@humanwrath

SP OOK

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*petra voice* BOO!

She totally jumps. It’s 2 AM and she’d been lured out into the streets by one of her friends and this behemoth and orange ambushed her.

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godforsakxn:

“I wonder if things will change around here…”

A soft frown sets upon his expression. They could always just refuse to take on the work. Although, nobody ever had the guts to do such a thing to an officer. Beside, it seemed pointless to even try, all of them are clearly full of themselves. He sighed, breaking his gaze from her.

“Another thing… I thought I’d be serving underneath the king. At least him knowing my name would be such an honour”

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    “Ya’ better work hard then, become a captain,” she says with a smirk, almost laughing aloud. The king couldn’t learn the names of every small grunt he had working under him. Even the guy with the crown must have had some kind of knowledge involving the corrupt nature of the MPs. It wasn’t going to change, not anytime soon. The mentality everyone in their ranks had was too much.

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goedheid:

     despite her rough edges, she’s a sweet girl. marco can see that underneath it all; he’s good at reading people, at looking into their hearts with unfearing eyes. he doesn’t mind her cat-like, chiding tone — if anything, it helps make him feel a little bit at home.

     marco offers her a soft chuckle when she rubs at her eyes, and nudges a second cup towards her stop the stone ledge. the benefits of being an early-bird? getting fresh batches of tea and scones at the nearest bakery just in time for a shift. 

                            ❝  here. it’s got some honey in it already.  ❞

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    “Honey, eh?”

    She moves from her position and grasps the cup with both hands, slim fingers supporting it. She moves back to the wall, though closer to Marco now. Hitch decides it’d be best to wait for the steam to lower before she takes her first sips. With a still-sensitive mouth thanks to waking up not long ago, she’d rather not be spitting out the liquid as soon as she took it in.

    “You seem to be in high spirits,” she speaks simply. Her eyes meet his. Her eyelids aren’t quite as awake as her, they threaten to close constantly, dropping to halfway before she forces them open. Hitch finally gets a smell of the tea from her cup. It seems sweet... 

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godforsakxn:

She was right, to an extent. Of course, it wasn’t something he honoured, simple civilians being afraid of him because he carried a gun and more rights than they had. The boy’s eyes widened as she trip, lucky enough not to fall over completely.

“Perhaps, but if they were truly afraid, would we really need to be around every corner?”

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    “I mean, we do our jobs, though some of us decide to take bribes instead,” she says, teasing. The majority of the people on their squad were newly brought onto the force. Members of the 104th in all sorts of different districts. Hitch wasn’t sure just yet which road she’d follow. The corrupt officer who takes bribes and allows things to continue as they have been, or if she’d just slack off/do what she was sent here to do.

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    She rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance at his notice of her state. Her boots click against the ground as she enters. Her hair is a bit out of shape but it’s clear she made an attempt at getting it to conform to how she wanted. Hitch leans against the wall next to the door she entered through, her knee bent so the bottom of her foot makes contact with it.

    “Guess you could say that,” she speaks, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands.

    “You got anymore of that, Marco?”

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                ❝  morning, hitch.  ❞

     marco’s smile is shaped around the lid of his tea, and the steam that billows off of it warms his skin. he looks to the bags under his patrol partner’s eyes and offers her a soft look, trying to keep the teasing to a minimum, but he’s doing poorly at it.     ❝  — late night?  ❞

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godforsakxn:

“Nothing really…” He watched her turn around and walk backwards, raising his dark eyebrows upwards in curiosity at her. He was still trying to figure out her characteristics and her own perspectives. The discussions on the table were quite often the one he had brought up about this regiment. Marco felt the nerves as he began to explain himself.

“I just thought things here would be taken a lot more seriously… I mean, this is supposed to be a person of authority’s job. Anything could go wrong, right?” 

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    “Well, we’re the ones with the guns and the badges, people are usually more scared of us than we are of them,” she says, shrugging her shoulders simply. A light smirk edges at her lips as they move along. Hitch’s feet scuffle a bit, a minor misstep she corrects immediately. Eventually deciding it’d be better for her to face forward, or for him to quicken his pace to her side.

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If we ship something (or our characters otherwise have a very developed relationship romantic or not) know that I definitely want to talk about it. All the time. I am totally willing to talk headcanons, scenarios, do plotting, all of that– but I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy by bringing our muses’s relationship up. I just want to know that if I do talk about that sort of stuff with our characters that I don’t come off as annoying… Or seem like all that I’m thinking about is our ship. If you do let me know it’s okay to talk about it whenever, though, totally expect me to send you anything I think of when it comes to our muses relationship! There’d certainly be no shortage of things to talk about. I just want to make sure that you’re just as engaged in it as I am.

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godforsakxn:

“The Military Police is nothing it’s made out to be…” The freckled boy said in a soft mumble, speaking lowly to himself as they walked.

Turns out, working for the military wasn’t all they’d said it to be, Marco’s outlook of it all was shattered. Although, he should have seen it coming, torpid higher ups using their authority to push their important files and work onto the new recruits.

“I think many  here can agree with me.” The boy spoke, chocolatey brown eyes kept down, tracing the cobblestone beneath his feet. Marco looked over at the small girl he had been paired to patrol with, he hadn’t caught her name yet. 

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    “What’cha mumbling about?” She asked, turning her head at first to the side to catch a glimpse of him out of her left eye. Quickly following that, she turned her whole body and walked backwards, looking him in the eyes from where she was just a bit ahead of him. They weren’t out for too long but it was evidently enough time to get her companion’s thoughts running on his current surroundings. They both supported their own rifles, Hitch was aware of hers, like she was trained to be.

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*quickly pulls hood up to save herself from roommate's HORRENDOUS & sheer ENDLESS jabbering. -- a 'universal code' even someone as bothersome as Hitch would probably UNDERSTAND.*

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    Hitch sneers, looking at the back of her patrol partner’s hood. She’d been going on about how she wished they’d get better provided food, how she was tired of going out to the bakeries and using her “hard earned” money to buy something that was worth putting into her stomach just beforehand. With Annie, it was usually like talking to a brick wall, but it let her get out her little frustrations when she had them. 

    “Fine then,” she speaks, adjusting the strap for her weapon. Her eyes look to the side, to watch the walls of the structures they pass, trying to pretend she didn’t care that she’d been shut down.

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