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thecapitol2014-07-14 11:16 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-14 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
- albert heinrich,
- clara murphy,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- jet link,
- joan watson,
- roland deschain,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ bro strider,
- ✘ bucky barnes (mcu),
- ✘ buddy glass,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cecil palmer,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ edward nygma,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ gannicus,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ helena wayne,
- ✘ hiccup,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ jennifer blackwood,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ jolie,
- ✘ karkat vantas,
- ✘ kevin,
- ✘ mariko shinobu,
- ✘ matt murdock,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ molly hooper,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ rosalind lutece,
- ✘ rose lalonde (alpha),
- ✘ shaggy,
- ✘ sirius black,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ thane krios,
- ✘ thor odinson,
- ✘ tony stark
Kevin's Crowning
Who | Everyone.
What | Kevin's Crowning
Where | An outdoor plaza, sectioned off and well guarded.
When | Starting at noon and continuing on until sunset.
Warnings/Notes | This event is mandatory for all Tributes and Victors to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party.
Playful signs began to pop-up all over the Tribute center in the days leading up to the crowning, advertising the mandatory nature of the event itself while also promising an afternoon of delightful festivities. All attendees were loaded onto buses and driven to the location of the picnic, with colorful t-shirts distributed upon their arrival (D1- Navy, D2- Red, D3- Grey, D4- Light blue, D5- Orange, D6- Yellow, D7- Forest green, D8- Royal blue, D9- Purple, D10- Black, D11- Lime green, D12- Hot pink, and White for any Capitol officials in attendance.) Likewise, all the attendees were given name tag stickers and then dispersed out into the plaza. All except guest of honor, Kevin, who was escorted onto the grounds dressed entirely in white and was given a large and ornate golden crown to wear.
Balloons of every color decorated the entire area . Along with picnic tables and benches, a large main stage was erected in the middle of the plaza with a microphone and a DJ, who played the same six songs on repeat. At it's center, Kevin was given a throne to sit on, so that he could preside over the picnic and enjoy his freshly prepared hamburger and french fries.
There were several small tents that ringed the edge of the stage area. Inside a few of them, you might face painters available, but the only design they would do was paint your face to look like Kevin. Anyone who had their face painted was also given an adorable construction paper crown to wear.
In other tents, a few carnival games had been set up for entertainment. There was a shooting range game where the faces of the targets changed to look like you whenever you stepped up to play, as well as skeeball and a rope ladder climb game. All the prizes were stuffed plush dolls reminiscent of famed former victors. All with Kevin's smile.
A bouncy castle that looked a shocking bit like the city hall building found in the last arena was free for anyone to play on. (Complete with fog machine!) And almost directly across the way from the castle, a caged-in area set up to be a ball-pit was also open for all to enjoy. Upon further inspection of the pit filled with thousands of plastic balls, one could clearly see how they had each been painted to look like giant, vacant black eyes.
The only two food options available to attendees were cupcakes and hotdogs. The cupcakes came with sprinkles. The hotdogs also came with sprinkles. The only beverage option was orange juice. And everyone must have a glass of orange juice, otherwise no one can ever leave.
At 2pm, Peacekeepers erected a volleyball net and the Tributes were instructed to play. Anyone who touched the net would get a slight electrical shock. Clearly it was a best to avoid the net.
As the volleyball game came to a close, several officials took the stage with a special announcement. Public polls would be open to all Capitol citizens the following morning to begin casting their votes. Who will be the next tributes to go into the next arena?! Over the next few days, the public will pick their favorites to enter a special bonus arena! Stay tuned for details!
Once the festivities were over and the Tributes were loaded back onto the buses, they would come to notice something new in the lobby of the Tribute Center. On the ceiling above them was a massive crystal chandelier, seven feet across. And it was no ordinary chandelier. It was customized beautifully, in the shape of Kevin's jagged and ever-present smile.
Beneath it, a spread of fine wine and cheeses. A man in a cream yellow suit with cream yellow hair sat at a grand piano in the corner, playing calm and pleasant melodies that might seem almost familiar to some and yet unrecognizable to anyone. Escorts seem to be in no hurry to get tributes back to their towers, and the wine continues to flow late into the night for anyone who lingers around to drink it.
Until next time, tributes. Until next time.
What | Kevin's Crowning
Where | An outdoor plaza, sectioned off and well guarded.
When | Starting at noon and continuing on until sunset.
Warnings/Notes | This event is mandatory for all Tributes and Victors to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party.
Playful signs began to pop-up all over the Tribute center in the days leading up to the crowning, advertising the mandatory nature of the event itself while also promising an afternoon of delightful festivities. All attendees were loaded onto buses and driven to the location of the picnic, with colorful t-shirts distributed upon their arrival (D1- Navy, D2- Red, D3- Grey, D4- Light blue, D5- Orange, D6- Yellow, D7- Forest green, D8- Royal blue, D9- Purple, D10- Black, D11- Lime green, D12- Hot pink, and White for any Capitol officials in attendance.) Likewise, all the attendees were given name tag stickers and then dispersed out into the plaza. All except guest of honor, Kevin, who was escorted onto the grounds dressed entirely in white and was given a large and ornate golden crown to wear.
Balloons of every color decorated the entire area . Along with picnic tables and benches, a large main stage was erected in the middle of the plaza with a microphone and a DJ, who played the same six songs on repeat. At it's center, Kevin was given a throne to sit on, so that he could preside over the picnic and enjoy his freshly prepared hamburger and french fries.
There were several small tents that ringed the edge of the stage area. Inside a few of them, you might face painters available, but the only design they would do was paint your face to look like Kevin. Anyone who had their face painted was also given an adorable construction paper crown to wear.
In other tents, a few carnival games had been set up for entertainment. There was a shooting range game where the faces of the targets changed to look like you whenever you stepped up to play, as well as skeeball and a rope ladder climb game. All the prizes were stuffed plush dolls reminiscent of famed former victors. All with Kevin's smile.
A bouncy castle that looked a shocking bit like the city hall building found in the last arena was free for anyone to play on. (Complete with fog machine!) And almost directly across the way from the castle, a caged-in area set up to be a ball-pit was also open for all to enjoy. Upon further inspection of the pit filled with thousands of plastic balls, one could clearly see how they had each been painted to look like giant, vacant black eyes.
The only two food options available to attendees were cupcakes and hotdogs. The cupcakes came with sprinkles. The hotdogs also came with sprinkles. The only beverage option was orange juice. And everyone must have a glass of orange juice, otherwise no one can ever leave.
At 2pm, Peacekeepers erected a volleyball net and the Tributes were instructed to play. Anyone who touched the net would get a slight electrical shock. Clearly it was a best to avoid the net.
As the volleyball game came to a close, several officials took the stage with a special announcement. Public polls would be open to all Capitol citizens the following morning to begin casting their votes. Who will be the next tributes to go into the next arena?! Over the next few days, the public will pick their favorites to enter a special bonus arena! Stay tuned for details!
Once the festivities were over and the Tributes were loaded back onto the buses, they would come to notice something new in the lobby of the Tribute Center. On the ceiling above them was a massive crystal chandelier, seven feet across. And it was no ordinary chandelier. It was customized beautifully, in the shape of Kevin's jagged and ever-present smile.
Beneath it, a spread of fine wine and cheeses. A man in a cream yellow suit with cream yellow hair sat at a grand piano in the corner, playing calm and pleasant melodies that might seem almost familiar to some and yet unrecognizable to anyone. Escorts seem to be in no hurry to get tributes back to their towers, and the wine continues to flow late into the night for anyone who lingers around to drink it.
Until next time, tributes. Until next time.
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"You have some skill," He rumbled appreciatively, as he stepped up to join Wyatt at the mark in a pause between fresh and old targets.
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"Some," he echoed as he took in the stranger.
He didn't know the man by name, he recognized the face - the coloring. Distantly, like a long faded memory.
He'd seen him on the screens, of course, when he'd been unable to avoid the footage, when he'd been looking for those that mattered to him, but there was something else.... Something about the way he held himself, even just standing there.
"I've had a bit a practice."
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Arms still crossed over his bare chest, Gannicus turned his attention from the paper targets to the rifle cradled in Wyatt's grip. He nodded at it.
"Is such a weapon commonplace in the lands you call home?"
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He looked back up with an easy smile. "This ain't much more than a toy. But the real thing... In most places, you'd be hard pressed to throw a cat an' not hit somebody carryin'."
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It was a strange; despite the vast millennia that separated them Gannicus actually found that he understood the man quite clearly. Gannicus's version of Latin - bastardised and basic, the Latin of slaves and criminals and prisoners and a hundred different motley dregs of the Roman Empire boiled down in to one common, ugly tongue - was normally quite jarring against the finesse of modern English. Whatever sorcery it was that allowed every man to understand each other's foreign tongue often left Gannicus lost - but with Wyatt, the cadence and rhythm and metaphor seemed far easier to understand.
"There are many weapons I lay claim to master, but this does not stand among their number," He admitted, leaning nonchalantly against the front of the firing range with one hip as he studied the rifle. "How does such a weapon fare against shield?"
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"Ya know, I ain't never given' it much thought." He tipped his head, doing the math. "...Would depend on the shield, I 'spose. Some'a the indians had one's made from skins - those never held up much. An' I can tell ya now that bullets can get through wood."
It hadn't protected Dora.
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But the arena had been a painful, powerful lesson in how much Gannicus needed to change his approach. No longer could he rely on the narrow categorisation of conflict that came with the arena brawls of old - this was a free for all, where he should now expect strange new weapons - and talented men who knew how to wield them. He had never used a shield in the arenas before, but now perhaps was a good time to start.
"But what of metal?" He prompted, before changing tack with his second question with a more obvious line as he added:
"In the land you call home, how does a man defend himself from such deadly aim?"
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"I 'spose if ya were carryin' one made'a steel er iron...." The hat slipped back down and he glanced back at his targets, then at Gannicus. "He doesn't, not against that aim."
Not against Wyatt's, not once he'd decided that was how it was going to be.
"But in general, against another's, movement. Stay quick, an' keep movin'. It ain't a guarantee, but it should help."
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"Disarm a man and he will die as easily as any other," he mused. Then, with a frown, he remembered a more important question.
"What name do you give it?" A pause as he remembered something Wyatt had just said. "'Bullet'?"
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His hand slipped down the barrel, following the path said would take.
"--is what comes out, it's what hits yer target. Those too, come in all sizes and calibers."
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"You no longer possess that weapon? What became of it?"
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Other than the glass replica Snow's daughter had sent him as a cruel Christmas gift.
"My guess is they got 'em locked up somewhere, but for all I know it's been melted for scrap."
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"A familiar tactic," He murmured, remembering how the aedile of Sinuessa had stripped his visitors of all weaponry - and how Spartacus had copied the strategy when they had taken the city for their own. Gannicus looked pensive - tense, almost - for a moment as he watched the peacekeepers, then brightened as he visibly pulled himself together and squared his shoulder.
"Gratitude for wise counsel. Words shared will be well remembered in time yet to pass."
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"You may call me Gannicus," He introduced himself, not yet letting go of Wyatt's arm. "Of District Nine."
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"Gannicus," Wyatt echoed with a nod of understanding. "One'a the gladiators. Ya came with Nasir, didn't ya?"
To his credit, he didn't falter over the man's name. His drawl no less easy, and not betraying the increasing discomfort the man gave him.
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"Nasir stands a brother, bound by brand and shared cause." It was there on the inside of Gannicus's forearm - a large, ugly scar, mottled and raised and twisted in to the shape of a crude capitol B. Not that Nasir had the same brand - but the mark of slavery was never the same from House to House. "A good man, wielding spear with deadly purpose."
Which was just as important as being a good man, in Gannicus's eyes.
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"Yet the legend remains mystery. What do you know of the man?"
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He wasn't quite sure what was the polite way to explain what they had to strangers.
"I'm lucky enough to call him friend. Family."
He turned toward the party, eyes scanning the crowd. As always, the man stood out to Wyatt like he was illuminated by a spotlight.
"There, in the grey with the dark hair. That's Max."
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"I do not know him," He mused aloud - as if all gladiators from one end of Italia to the other, across centuries and centuries of blood and conquest, should somehow magically know each other by sight and by name. He shrugged easily and turned back to Wyatt.
"I shall introduce myself, upon a day. Perhaps not this one."
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"Either you will er he will," he murmured. "'Specially seein' ya got a friend between ya."
A regular posse.
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"And when I do come to break words with legendary Maximus, who shall I say pointed him out to me?"
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