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[gamemakers]

Who| Everyone
What| Lockdown
Where| Tribute Training Center
When| Starting around dusk
Warnings/Notes| None atm. If your character tries anything extravagant, shoot the mods a pm.

Dusk was falling when it started.

Anyone in the District 12 suite's would have heard heavy sounds above them moments before a loud explosion rocked the entire building. The electricity flickers once, twice, then goes out, replaced by cool, blue glowing lights running along the ceilings. Avoxes appeared silently, as they do, herding people from one room to another.

Once the door shuts, it doesn't open again until the last person is there, sealed shut. The windows in the rooms with them were darkened, and the computer would not respond to any request to show anything. However, food could be called to the room, the trays appearing as they normally do. But the doors would not budge, and the cool blue lights stayed the only light source, the only power.

Although there was nothing to see, there was lots to hear. Banging, foot steps in the halls, on the floors above, explosions, straining metal collapsing, scraping down the side of the building. Occasionally the repetitive rapping of gun shots. Yelling. Screaming. Those near the top of the building could smell smoke, at times strongly. The elevator can be heard moving up and down, even though it doesn't respond to any calls from those trapped.

The sounds last into the late night, finally quieting around midnight. Finally, at 1 am, a calm, cool voice comes over the loud speakers.

"The rebellion forces have been repressed. We will be clearing the building for the next few hours. Please stay patient and sleep well."

Comments

PARADE AREA

[gamemakers]

Clint | OTA

[from_a_distance]

Clint really wasn't sure how the hell he ended up out here. He had been trying to get back down to his floor from the roof, but the elevator just kept going, and before he could pop the hatch and climb out, it popped him out here.

He wasn't even sure where 'here' was. Part of the complex he hadn't had the chance to explore yet.

"Hello?"

Lindsey | OTA

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey remembered this place. He also remembered he had no business being here. He was moving up from the training center, safely ensconced in the elevators in the basement levels when the explosion happened. He had been planning on going back to his floor and have a shower, so how did he end up on the floor where they were made to parade like clowns?

Of course the elevator wouldn't work after coming to this floor, no matter how he pushed the buttons or pressed for help. Frustrated, he walked out only to discover that the world had gone nuts around him.

"Damnit, don't lock downs usually restrict people to their rooms?"

Draco | OTA

[mudbloodhater]

Draco had only been down to that area of the tower before in passing; he didn't really like it, mainly because it was terribly boring. There wasn't really much to do, there was no reason he ought to have been there besides the elevator taking him there, and the blond not really having much choice in the matter. He would have loudly protested, had there been anyone there to listen.

He hated being trapped anywhere, he hated feeling so vulnerable. It made him that much more likely to snap at whomever happened to come by.

Dr. Grey | OTA

[greymatter]

The scientist had been on his way to his room, daydreaming, when the attack on the building began. The explosion rocks the elevator, snapping him from his revery and causing him to catch himself against the side of it. He scowls, looking up to the sounds above. An attack? From whom? The elevator stops suddenly, spitting him out... not where he asked it to.

Stepping out into the expansive room, he glances around at the other people gathered. Something told him this was going to be a long and altogether unpleasant night.

Kevin - ota

[fire_punk]

Kevin was not happy. He hadn't wanted to leave his room and he really didn't want to be here with at least one person he'd killed. He kept toward the edge of the room with the wall to his back. He didn't care about the fighting he could hear. He just didn't want to be trapped here with these people.

Alex | OTA

[luckofthedevil]

Alex eventually found himself sitting with his back to a pillar, legs stretched out in front of him. His expression was one of complete boredom, his eyes roving the room, searching for something to alleviate it. There wasn't much down here though, aside from the other Tributes.

In actuality, he was listening hard to the assortment of very interesting noises coming from above them. However, since they were on the lowest level, the sounds were a little faint. But there was one he could recognize in a second. Gunshots. Between that and the powerful explosion earlier, someone was having quite the fight up there. Who was winning, there wasn't really any way to know. And just who was 'who' anyway? What was their intent on attacking the Training Center?

And though his eyes didn't stay fixed on any one point for more than a second, he was looking at the other Tributes, at least those within his line of sight. How were they reacting to the gunshots and fighting? How were they reacting to being locked in? And perhaps just as important, how were they reacting to each other?

Even if there was fuck all to do down here, Alex had plenty to think about. The trick was to look like he wasn't thinking much at all.

TRAINING CENTER

[gamemakers]

Parker | OTA

[whosalicewhite]

It is surprising that Parker's not taken the time to go down to the training hall yet, but now that she's here, she may be hard to find.

There's stuff everywhere to climb, which is what Parker's doing right now.

Wesker | OTA (Javert?)

[president_evil]

Screaming. Gunfire. Rattles and booms. Groans and shrieks. Human... and not.

Everything, suddenly, was much more like home and the collective sense of terror from the other tributes, of uncertainty and confusion, was like slipping into a set of old clothes.

Silently, he leaned against a weapons rack, and waited. And watched. Cleaning his fingernails with a knife.

Atticus | OTA

[kind_of_a_nerd]

Atticus hadn't really spent a whole lot of time in the training center before, mostly because he didn't want to think about the next arena.

Eventually, though, he decided it would be a good idea to at least check out what they had. He didn't know a lot about most of the stuff there, but he could do a little with swords, so he was working on a dummy with a broad sword, just to get the feel of it, when he heard the announcement.

He'd really been hoping this sort of thing got left in the arena.

anna morasca. open.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna doesn't have to be herded into the training center, seeing as she's already been there for the better part of an hour when lock-down is initiated. She's in the middle of her usual workout on the punching bags when the electricity goes out and she hears the explosion.

The force shakes the building enough to throw her against the bag she's been hitting and she frowns, listening intently to everything she can hear. Explosion. Gunshots. Screaming. Metal groaning and twisting. Someone's set off a bomb in the Capitol.

And as soon as the announcement about the rebellion comes over the air, her heart sinks briefly and she gets to her feet, looking around for Eliot and Donatello as people get shuffled into the room from the hallway. She appears hardly rattled at all, though inside she feels like her chest will explode unless she gets answers.

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana had just started wandering the training area in search of a sparring partner when the noises began. She tensed, unused to hearing such noises and not springing into action, but with how little she knows of the political climate here she may well do more harm than good.

And it was doubtful she'd be able to leave the room without more force than she was comfortable using just yet, she thought, glancing at the doors that were already being blocked off by personnel. So she waited where she was for a chance to act and everything quieted before that chance came, leaving Diana with her mind racing.

Rebellion.

Ariadne | OTA

[buildingreality]

The training centre had become a sort of home away from home when her mind was too devoid of ideas to be able to do her much good, when her sketchbook remained empty instead of filled with lines crossing over each other and mingling to create expansive, twisting spaces. It let her clear her mind, it let her practice in case someone happened to try something. It let her make sure she was of more use to the rebellion than just strategy and a pretty face.

The sounds gave her pause, her heart in her throat as she waited to hear what was happening, and what would happen. Who would come out on top, what the damage would later be.

She kept to herself as she waited, slightly nervous, glancing around at the others locked in there with her.

Adel | OTA

[warrior_become]

Adel is practicing the Torf technique against a dummy when the attack starts, sighing through her nose as she realizes that she's nicked the side of the dummy's head again. Unacceptable for this technique. Even an aristh could perform this technique without fail, why couldn't she?

She stumbles and then steadies herself on her four hooves as the building rocks. She knows an explosion when she hears one. <What's happening!? Are we being attacked?> She tries to keep her thought-speak voice calm, but panic sneaks in against her wishes. Who would be attacking them?

Calliope | OTA

[twosome]

Calliope kind of wishes that she had a paper bag to put over her head.

The lockdown catches her completely by surprise-- she was only just taking a brief walk around the place, after all, and was going to head back to her room after. So while she is passing through the training center, cautiously admiring the people in it, the first explosion rocks the building.

And now she's trapped. Everyone is trapped, really. Calliope makes her way over to a corner, trying to hide herself.

Baron OTA

[thebiddingbaron]

Baron had been so pleased to be able to have an insider's scoop of the Tributes training, but now he wasn't as sure. At least being locked up here was better than anywhere else, the security here was topped only by the President's home.

"I do hope they round up all the people responsible for this nonsense," he commented to the nearest person.

COMMON ROOM

[gamemakers]

Re: COMMON ROOM

[vissernone]

"God damn it!" Eva, seemingly with no regard for the fact that there are gunshots and screams outside, slams both her fists down on the elevator door. Her face is contorted into a ghoulish expression that etches fury and stubborness into every line and crease. She presses her ear to the elevator door, and as she hears the car inside go up and past their floor, she slams her hand into the metal again.

It's unforgiving, and she can feel something break in her hand. She doesn't care. A strip of skin and blood is left on the door, where she hit it not perfectly dead-on, scraping some of her knuckle off. She shakes her hand and turns her temper on a nearby Avox.

It's not their fault, she knows, deep down, but this doesn't register on any conscious level. She can feel blood pounding in her head, trapped in her veins, trapped like she is now, stuck in a situation where she can do nothing but listen to the sounds of dying around her...and once upon a time she was sixteen, arms wrapped around a crossbow like a perverse teddy bear, hiding in a tree feeling like if she didn't sleep her eyeballs were going to burrow into her skull, trapped in an arena so much larger than this.

She grabs the poor, hapless, mute Avox by the collar. "I don't live here! You'll let me out of here or by God, I'll make you regret you ever turned on the Capitol and ended up in the same room as me!"

BALLROOM

[gamemakers]

OTA

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy went through a series of emotions rather quickly, starting with confusion, then fear, then temporary relief when she was thrust out of an Elevator instead of being trapped inside it.

But then as she stood in the ballroom surrounded by people she didn't recognize right away a thought danced across her mind.

There's a rebellion?

CONFERENCE ROOM A

[gamemakers]

Re: CONFERENCE ROOM A

[pursuitofcappiness]

The lockdown seems pretty protocol after a shake like that, so Steve doesn't think too much of it until the sounds start going off outside. Now he's just banging on the door trying to get back outside.

CONFERENCE ROOM B

[gamemakers]

Riddick OPEN

[itsananimalthing]

Trying to get to his own room didn't happen. Neither did getting downstairs to get involved in whatever the fuck was going on. The elevator spit Riddick out into one of the conference rooms-- not somewhere he'd spent much time, really-- and the avoxes had shooed him inside. He had decided once the doors locked behind him that he'd probably better not do anything to draw attention to himself.

So, while casting the door a dirty look, he browsed on the food provided and paced restlessly, all the while thinking that the fucking rebellion ought to have at least given a heads up about this shit.

DISTRICT 1 SUITES

[gamemakers]

Re: DISTRICT 1 SUITES

[futilecycle]

It was unusual for Sigma to play the part of a parent. He had regarded his child with apathy most of the boy's life, as history required. Now freed from the forced reenaction, he'd allowed himself to keep a watchful eye on his son. Near the top floor, Sigma heard the sounds from above not too long after they began. He immediately thought of warning Kyle, and Dr. Klim tore into the hallway and snuck onto an elevator during the explosion and the confusion that followed.

Sigma slammed his hand down on a button and waited for his destination with slight alarm. He hated being kept in the dark - did the Capitol have an enemy they'd conveniently forgotten to mention? But the elevator whisked him past the seventh floor, not stopping no matter how many times he tried to override it. Emptied out onto the first, Sigma was seized by the arm and escorted into the District 1 suites.

Sigma stared longingly into the hallway until the door slammed shut. Kyle would be fine, he assured himself. He had taken care of himself in isolation his entire life. Rid of his emotions, the Doctor took a seat and folded his arms. His brief game of pretend, playing the part of a weak old man unable to take care of himself, had ended. He made a point of keeping eye contact with whoever looked his way, sometimes threateningly as a deterrent to conversation.

DISTRICT 4 SUITES

[gamemakers]

Wyatt | [Closed to Aunamee]

[the_marshal]

Wyatt had lost track of how long he'd been trapped on the floor not his own. The clocks, the screens,... everything was dark and useless - so much for their fancy 'electricity - and he'd been left to pace restlessly.

To the windows, back to the elevator, then once more to wide glass.

What was goin' on?

When the elevator suddenly rumbled to life, he whipped around... waiting warily as the doors dinged and cheerily slid open.

DISTRICT 8 SUITES

[gamemakers]

Chris Redfeild

[big_badass_hero]

Really he already had a slight headache, which he was going to blame on the beer. Not that he drank that much, really two wasn't bad right? Though the gunshots... that had Chris shoving back any thoughts of his headache. He was scouting the room for something useful to use as a weapon. If Lottie was still in the apartments he'd order her back to her room, there was no way he was going to let someone who he felt really had no reason to be there fight if he could help it. Some on the other hand... He had watched the clips and...

Fuck, it, both of them are getting ordered back I don't care. They could bitch at him later, right now he was going to try to keep them alive.