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thecapitol2012-05-17 04:44 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2012-05-17 04:44 pm
We crown a victor
WHO| EVERYONE in the Capitol! No literally, everyone.
WHAT| The crowning of Shepard as this round's victor, a celebration, and an unfortunate surprise.
WHEN | A week after Shepard kills Kaidan.
WHERE | The whole city. All of it.
NOTES | Your character can be anywhere. Please make sure to specify setting/time in your subject bar.
The crowning ceremony made every other party pale in comparison. The whole city exploded into an over-the-top expression of debauchery and revelry. Everywhere a person went, there was food on open towers, drinks flowing freely, and fireworks lighting up the sky.
President Snow's crowning of Shepard went flawlessly. She had made it out of the Arena in fairly good shape, and District 9's stylist had rose to the occasion. The crowd was obviously eating her up; a victor who came out of the arena as something other than a broken child.
The party ran long into the night. And it was luck for those who found themselves far from the city center. Because around 1 am, just a few blocks away, while the party was still in full swing, someone misstepped, someone did something wrong, and a pod full of Trackerjackers was triggered off. A pod that should have been deeply dormant and entirely untriggerable.
It takes a good hour for the Capitol to get them under control, sending out men in bulky suits with a spray foam, and peacekeepers to manage evacuations. By the end of the night, a few Capitol citizens closest to the pod when it burst open were not able to receive treatment fast enough and succumb to the poisonous stings to a painful and unpleasant end. The death toll is not high, or perhaps, not as high as it could have been, considering there are many people in the area who got to experience the hallucinogenic effects of the muttations' venom first hand.
WHAT| The crowning of Shepard as this round's victor, a celebration, and an unfortunate surprise.
WHEN | A week after Shepard kills Kaidan.
WHERE | The whole city. All of it.
NOTES | Your character can be anywhere. Please make sure to specify setting/time in your subject bar.
The crowning ceremony made every other party pale in comparison. The whole city exploded into an over-the-top expression of debauchery and revelry. Everywhere a person went, there was food on open towers, drinks flowing freely, and fireworks lighting up the sky.
President Snow's crowning of Shepard went flawlessly. She had made it out of the Arena in fairly good shape, and District 9's stylist had rose to the occasion. The crowd was obviously eating her up; a victor who came out of the arena as something other than a broken child.
The party ran long into the night. And it was luck for those who found themselves far from the city center. Because around 1 am, just a few blocks away, while the party was still in full swing, someone misstepped, someone did something wrong, and a pod full of Trackerjackers was triggered off. A pod that should have been deeply dormant and entirely untriggerable.
It takes a good hour for the Capitol to get them under control, sending out men in bulky suits with a spray foam, and peacekeepers to manage evacuations. By the end of the night, a few Capitol citizens closest to the pod when it burst open were not able to receive treatment fast enough and succumb to the poisonous stings to a painful and unpleasant end. The death toll is not high, or perhaps, not as high as it could have been, considering there are many people in the area who got to experience the hallucinogenic effects of the muttations' venom first hand.
Victory?
It's been days since they pulled her out of the Arena, but she isn't actually certain how many. She's been indoors, most of the time. The doctors came first, set her broken rib and mended up her ankle that had been a lot more damaged than she had initially thought. Rubbed her down with salves and lotions and god knows what else, even sent in a strong little dark haired girl to massage her back and neck and legs for two hours and it hurt so good she almost cried. And then, they shoved her off into the hands of... well, Shepard isn't sure what to call them properly. But they look a bit like a three-ringed circus. Or, so she imagines. She's never actually seen a circus before, to be quite honest.
The dress she wears is a pale, sunny gold made of flowing silk that looks almost liquid at times. They hadn't been pleased that her hair was so short. Chin-length at best, it wasn't much to work with. So they'd pulled and twisted and glued and braided in long strands of hair that weren't really even hers; given her long loose curls that fall almost to the center of her back. (Her back which she finds to be shockingly free cuts of bruises.) They let her keep her red hair at least. 'Don't want to make her unrecognizable' they say, as though they haven't already done so. She looks in the mirror and there isn't a goddamn thing she recognizes. But the circus seems pleased with themselves. Babbling about how strong and powerful she was. How Olympian of her. She sees the Romanesque dress and the golden bands around her wrists and arms and thinks she sees a theme here.
And so she sits, alone amidst a crowd of of thousands of screaming, cheering faces. Some of them even chant her name, and she has no idea what to do about it. But she can't smile...
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Well, that's behind them now, isn't it? Like Horizon, like Cerberus...
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Sometimes, she things she sees something though. A ghost in the crowd. She wonders if this is guilt that haunts her; sorrow, rage; anger. Maybe she just doesn't want to believe it really happened at all...
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Or this is a damn fine clone. She can't be sure which.
It's clear on her face the recognition. Her eyes widen, and for the first time all evening, probably the first time in days, the smallest smile tugs on the corner of her mouth and she returns a smirk.