twenty-four year old female
dark hair with blue eyes
missing since last october
last seen visiting older brother
Melva Warner has been missing since the night of October 19th when her brother, Abram Warner, and peacekeeper, Harlow Crosswell, found her apartment empty and her six month old son Maverick left behind. The infant's health was taken into consideration in determining when the woman might have gone missing. A lack of recent attention and a mild weight loss indicated to medical examiner Dr. Frederick Gordon that an estimated 52 hours had passed since the child had been cared for properly. Abram Warner recalls last seeing his sister three nights before finding her missing, and after talking to other members of the district it seems as though no one had seen her since. There is speculation of foul play as the apartment Mr. Warner and Ms. Crosswell entered had been torn apart. It isn't known if something specific was being searched for or if the intent was simply to destroy the apartment. There are no leads at this time in the case of Melva Warner, if you have any information at all about this case please inform head peacekeeper Waterman as soon as possible.
Wake up, unless Maverick has already woken me with his cries, thankfully he only does this occasionally.
Get out of bed after taking a while to adjust to being awake. Check on Mav.
Find a toy to entertain Mav while I take a quick shower.
Get dressed, get the kid dressed, look good for a new day.
Make a decent breakfast (usually some blended fruits for Mav and toast for myself).
Make sure the house is set and head off to take Mav to Old Lady Francis who watches him for me during the day.
Thank Francis and head to work.
7:45- 11 AM
Fuck off behind a desk. Shred some papers, write my name in funny letters, admire capitolite women on television.
11:30 AM - 5 PM
Hate life, work, etc. All that.
Pick Mav up and take him home.
Get home, get relaxed and try and keep Mav entertained before he wants dinner.
Sleep time for baby. Party time for me. Or time to think about Melva.
Get bored of being alone, decide to go to sleep. Feel too much guilt, can't sleep.
Still can't sleep.
Get to sleep
REPEAT SEVEN TIMES A WEEK
"I will never love a man more than I love my brother. After our parents died we were both still so young. I can't remember my mother's face anymore and though Abe insists that he can still see her smile i know it's faded from his memory just as it has from mine. We're twins, two of three, our triplet didn't make it more than a few days. My midwife told me this as she had a moment of nostalgia, remembering helping my mother give birth to myself and my brothers just as she was helping me with my own child. It was all weird, having to hear things about my parents that I had never been told. After their death no one cared to take us in. The rest of our family had disappeared and we were alone. A small shelter is where we grew up. It was tough, and Abe had to grow up so fast. I never realized then how good he was to me, not really. I tried to appreciate him then but I was more upset with him for not bringing back enough food to fill my stomach. God I can still feel the hunger pains to this day, as if they'll never go away."
"Our childhood was tough but as we grew older things got better. As we stood on our two feet we each took separate paths. Abe followed his friend Julian down the path to being a career, a volunteer for the hunger games. While he insists it wasn't for the glory I knew that's what it was about. He always wanted better for us, he'd always tried to make more opportunity for the both of us but the truth is that I was never discontented with my life enough to send my only relative to slaughter in an arena. Without my consent he followed the path he'd chosen."
"Everything seemed to go by faster as we got older. We didn't see each other as much as the years passes. Abe was training all the time, ridiculous hours. He liked to find a pond to swim laps in, that became his thing. I worked in a shop for the Mason family for years, even after Abe had lost his chance to participate in the games and turned to the Peacekeeper Academy. I was more proud of him for that than anything else. He deserved some kind of future beyond the quarries, and as a peacekeeper he's now able to travel. I'm not so thrilled that he left for seven years but he's back now, in time to meet his nephew. Our family is slowly growing. Abe and I are two branches to start a new family tree, I just hope he gets over his shyness and finds himself a good woman."
"Originally I didn't think that Abram was cut out to be a peacekeeper. He's quiet. He's a little too goofy, he doesn't take anything serious enough, but then there's part of him that comes out and you realize that even if he's got a smile on his face he's serious behind it all. He doesn't take himself too seriously but that doesn't mean he's not in a professional mindset. The man knows how to lure people in with a smile and break them with the same smile and the words that spill from his lips perfectly memorized from the academy. Imagine being arrested by a puppy."
"Abram will lie and tell you he's horrible at being romantic. I believed him for a second, because sometimes he's got this awkward thing about him, but don't let it fool you. He quietly snuck his way into my heart and when he had to leave Four I couldn't believe just how attached I'd become. He's one of those men that doesn't need to flaunt what he's got, he's understated and easy to be around. He honestly makes some of the best jokes, I don't even understand how he comes up with them the majority of the time."
peacekeeper assignment log
DISTRICT TWO / peacekeeper academy
duration: nineteen years from birth
notes: as a young man warner trained for the games, but allowed a friend to have the coveted spot. after relinquishing the last spot he'd be offered in the games he chose to attend the peacekeeper academy at the age of nineteen.
duration: eight months
disciplinary actions taken: moderate
notes: district four was the best fit for him at first, to catch minor acts of hooliganism while looking for something more. after eight months he was sent where he was needed in twelve as his skills honed in four proved to be above average.
duration: two months
relationship with locals: optimistic
notes: the move to twelve was meant to be a permanent one, before six needed reinforcement. warner's time in twelve was quite positive.
duration: fourteen months
unlawful interruptions: frequent
return date: banned
notes: after an accidental shooting that left a young woman dead peacekeeper warner was sent to the capitol for evaluation.
duration: five years
duration: two years/present
peacekeeper status: on hold
notes: warner's recent time in district two has been spent between working a desk job, where he'll likely stay as he is mentally unstable to operate as a field agent.
After a long shift of waiting in the dark for some perp to peek an interest in his peacekeeper training, Abram was ready to return to the dorm he'd been assigned upon his arrival in Six more than a year ago. His stay in six had been more active than that of Four or Twelve but seemed lesser than the hype that had surrounded this new destination upon his first knowledge of the switch. Days now were long and uneventful. Chasing down kids for stealing had gotten old in the first couple of months after his arrival, and even catching someone trying to find a weakness in the fence wasn't of much interest. The months dragged on, the job wasn't what he'd though it was in his previous assignments. He found himself bored, and therefore far more dangerous than he even realized.
One late night bled into a dull morning and then his eyes closed to banish the sun, opening again when the sky was dull and it was time to work again. He was used to this routine now, turning into a man of the night rather than of the day. He found himself alert most nights but for some reason this night he couldn't keep himself from yawning, his eyelids heavy and falling quickly. he made the decision to allow himself to take a moment of rest, after all, nothing happened in this district anyway.
The dreams he had in the short time of sleeping evolved around his time in Four. He could see the girls that had flocked to his new uniform, the ones who saw him as a ticket to the rest of the districts if they found their way to a special place in his heart. Then there was the scent of the fish that he'd never forget, buckets of guts he'd never wanted to imagine but couldn't stop his imagination from producing. He'd favor looking at the girls but instead his eyes opened to the darkness of Six as a gun shot was fired.
For a moment he wanted to close his eyes again, to see the bikini clad girls of four smiling at him. With a lazy grin he relaxed against the wall at his back, brushing the sound of gunfire off as something from his imagination to wake him cruelly from the dream. He was wrong to have ignored the suspicious sound and just as his eyelids closed once more another shot broke the silence, a scream shattered the quiet air and froze Abram's heart in his chest as he realized just what he had done in ignoring suspicious activity in favor of the tanned breasts of four he'd been imagining instead.
His chest started to pound, thumping harder and harder as he ran toward the origin of the sound. Fully awake now and in a panic he was in no condition to respond to this disturbance of the peace and he knew it, but there was no one else on duty that night, not close enough to figure out what was going on before it were too late. Lights lit his path down shadowed alleys as more suspicion grew from the surrounding area. Following the brightest light lead him to an apartment building he'd visited more than once. It was a central pillar in the ring of organized crime for the district. Unfortunately no one had believed his reports on their activity, as they kept their information legal, making sure everything was in place to keep them in power. Abram had some inclination that there was a prostitution ring among the group as well but, still, without the proof there was little he could have done.
As his feet slowed he contemplated which move to take. There was an entrance to the rear of the building he could take for sake of surprise though he wasn't too sure that would actually work as the building was generally littered with hired guns.
Abram still didn't know how he made the mistake. The little girl lay at his feet, blonde and beautiful with eyes that had flashed green in the dark just before he'd opened fire, the adrenaline pumping through his bored veins making him overreact in a moment where his training should have kicked in. His eagerness to do the right thing was the true cause of death for the girl as she lay in a pool of blood, killed on impact as the bullet split her brain and made it's way through to the other side. She'd been following the man he'd been after who seemed to have vanished and left the girl in his place.
Worse even than killing the girl was the fact that she had done nothing wrong, and there had been no gun shots. An imagination at work and a need for activity pushed Abram to a breaking point. Later it was revealed that the girl had been Aston Grey, a small girl who had been living on the streets since her parents kicked her out on her own as their own table didn't hold enough food for the family they had built. Aston had been looking to steal some food, as she was good at, and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time as Abram found her in her sights and ruined her pretty face with a head wound exiting her forehead and leaving a trail of blood to her chin.
Following the bagging of the corpse Abram was sent immediately to the Capitol for both psychological and physical evaluation. While it was determined he had a sound body his mind was sidetracked and pulling him down a dangerous path. Rather than send him to probation just yet, the officials decided to throw the then twenty-two year old into the rings of underground fighting in the Capitol. There he was left for five years to fight his way back to mental health, and to think about what he'd done in pulling the trigger too soon.
official probation notice of panem's peacekeeper force
ID NUMBER: #23D77F98
SERIAL CODE: 2344-055-302
ISSUED BY: Captain Donald Watters
This is an official notice to inform mister ABRAM ELIJAH WARNER, ID number #23D77F98, that he may not participate in the field without supervision of an approved officer. It has taken long deliberation to reach this decision of action but the Peacekeeper disciplinary headquarters in the Capitol of Panem have made their decision thoughtfully with review of past incidents. Pending approval by the disciplinary committee a hearing may be held in one years time to discuss the status of the officer who may then be reinstated to the force or terminated. May the odds be in your favor.
Melva was never a messy girl, she always made sure to keep things tidy wherever we were staying as if keeping things clean were her treat for me to come home to. She liked to have things organized a certain way, and could always find what she needed. And then she was gone, her organization thrown to the wind as her work was tossed about, smashed and strewn all over the room. Abram's eyes were wide as he stepped through the door to see the mess that had been left, instantly he knew she hadn't been the one to do this. In the other room he heard the sounds of his nephew, the child starting to wake as he heard sounds of life for the first time in days.
Abram was paralyzed in the doorway, scanning the room slowly as he was now weary of doing things too quickly. He took a moment to analyze the situation before carefully working his way down the hall toward the small room that his sister had dedicated as a nursery for her young son. The boy looked alright upon inspection but it was unclear to Abram what trauma he might have faced. Gently he cooed to the baby as he reached into the crib to lift him into his arms. He seemed lethargic, groggily opening his eyes. With a creased brow Abram found his way back to fellow peacekeeper Harlow Crosswell. He wanted to let the tears fill his eyes but there was too much rage, too much emotion that made him want to attack something rather than sit in a corner and weep. He also had to be strong now for the baby in his arms who needed his mother safely returned.
Unfortunately he had no idea where to start. His mind was scattered like the glass across the carpet and all he could do was gently hold the child and tell him it would be alright, though he wasn't even sure of that himself. It took time for him to move, to stop staring at the broken picture frame of the newborn baby and his smiling mother who was no where to be seen. Cautiously he scanned the rooms for signs of blood, for anything that might indicate she had been physically harmed but in the end he found nothing and with the health of the baby in question there would have to be time later to try and put the pieces together and figure out what happened to Melva. Until then Maverick needed a doctor and Abram needed a lot of strong liquor to get himself through the rest of his night and the days to come as he would continue to search for his little sister.
Abram managed to get along with taking care of Maverick, after getting a hold of things the boy became more like a son than a nephew. To those who didn't know the story he looked like a happy young father, he even fooled himself into believing that same notion but at the same time in the back of his mind there was pain in the eyes of the small child. He was fully aware that he'd been left, that the hands to pick him from his crib after days of being left were not those of his mother. There would be no replacement for the woman who had raised him the first few months of his life but thankfully he had an uncle to take him in without question.
Now as Abram works to regain his peacekeeper status after his accident in Six he's working still on finding who took his sister. With no leads he's going in circles and exhausting himself but at least keeping his mind off of his past. The mental instability that had once imagined terrible characters in a dark landscape was put to rest as true focus was put on solving a real crime, rather than one imagined in his head.
So Abram went from goofy and fun to a little messed up, as this just took a twist that I find hard to explain in his own words so I'll use my own! Basically, his sister disappeared for a time but was found dead. Her body was too mangled to really identify her and for that reason, without dental records to prove the identity, Abram does not believe she's died. He's still searching for her, and believes one day she'll return but he and Maverick are on their own. Poor Abram's mind keeps playing these tricks on him.