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thecapitol2014-09-19 09:29 pm
formersurgeon) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-19 09:29 pm
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Blackout [OPEN]
Who| Joan Watson and YOU!
What| The lights are out, all hell is breaking loose, and Joan can't just stay inside
Where| The Tribute Tower, then out on the streets
When| After the city goes dark
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet, will amend as needed
Joan hadn't been back for long, but she had already been out and about, which was a stark contrast to how she had dealt with coming back the last arena. Where before she shut herself off and watched and analyzed a ridiculous amount of television, this time she had to go out, to do things, to see people. So she was in the training center, with the closest thing she could find to a single stick, trying to remember the techniques Sherlock had taught her.
Then, that broadcast.
And the lights went out.
I want you to burn this place to the ground.
"Crap," she breathed. This. This was bad. Planning something like this, that was one thing. But just springing this on a bunch of angry tributes and citizens, and on trigger happy Peacekeepers?
Things were definitely going to burn. And people were definitely going to die.
Joan used the screen of her device to find the first aid station. She packed up as much stuff as she could, then grabbed the "single stick" and headed out. She didn't know what would happen, but like the woman said, she couldn't just stand still.
What| The lights are out, all hell is breaking loose, and Joan can't just stay inside
Where| The Tribute Tower, then out on the streets
When| After the city goes dark
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet, will amend as needed
Joan hadn't been back for long, but she had already been out and about, which was a stark contrast to how she had dealt with coming back the last arena. Where before she shut herself off and watched and analyzed a ridiculous amount of television, this time she had to go out, to do things, to see people. So she was in the training center, with the closest thing she could find to a single stick, trying to remember the techniques Sherlock had taught her.
Then, that broadcast.
And the lights went out.
I want you to burn this place to the ground.
"Crap," she breathed. This. This was bad. Planning something like this, that was one thing. But just springing this on a bunch of angry tributes and citizens, and on trigger happy Peacekeepers?
Things were definitely going to burn. And people were definitely going to die.
Joan used the screen of her device to find the first aid station. She packed up as much stuff as she could, then grabbed the "single stick" and headed out. She didn't know what would happen, but like the woman said, she couldn't just stand still.