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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?"

[hartless_cowboy]

"Welcome to the world gone mad," Lindsey muttered in greeting when the elevators deposited him there shortly after Clint. He looked about the large parade area where lights were dimmed and it really didn't look like they were leaving anytime soon.

"This has to be the worst sleepover ever."

[from_a_distance]

Clint glanced over at him as he stepped out. "I'll braid your hair if you make the brownies."

[hartless_cowboy]

"A bit lacking in the ingredients, but I'll substitute it for the drinks if I can get my hands on any?"

Lindsey gave the other man a look up and down. He never met this tribute before. "Any idea what's going on up there?" That was where all the noise was coming from.

[from_a_distance]

"Even better," Clint said with a smirk.

He shrugged at the question, still scoping the area, looking for possible exits and perches. "Rebels, they said. Didn't know we'd gotten ourselves stuck in a civil war."

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?"

[luckofthedevil]

Alex had been on the 4th floor when things went pear shaped. He knew an explosion when he heard (and felt) one, and the first thing on his mind was getting the fuck out of the building. Back on Earth, he would have taken the stairs, but that wasn't an option here, so instead he made for the elevator. Only, but the time the elevator arrived, he'd been flanked by his Avox and instead of going to the ground floor, they kept going.

"Hey, no, I don't want to go to the basement!"

Of course, he didn't get a reply.

When the doors opened to the Parade Area and he noticed there were other Tributes already there, Alex realized there were being locked down. He considered a few courses of action, one of them being knocking out his Avox, but there were still too many factors he didn't know. So he stepped out of the elevator, hands stuffed in his pockets.

And he started looking for people he recognized. He spotted one right off, or so he thought.

"Maybe they're planning to bring everyone down here."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Yeah, except that's still lacking most of the building occupants, so no, I don't think so."

Lindsey turned around and glanced at the boy who he had replied to without really looking. Young man, another tribute he had seen on the screen replays, but not someone he met in person. He suppose there was a first time for everything.

"I'm pretty sure they're trying to separate us into small groups, although hell knows why." Lindsey's following smile was hard and with a cutting edge. "Maybe they don't want a bunch of trained killers all put together in one place. I know I wouldn't when I'm under attack."

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.

[downbeat]

Katurian recognized this boy from his District. Draco, his name was Draco like draconian, and he was angry and rude and he didn't like his stories. Katurian was also angry (most times) and rude (sometimes), but he was also scared shitless of growing close to the other tributes. What if he needed to kill them, in the end? What would happen to his fragile psyche if he lost friends instead of strangers?

So it was with great reluctance that he approached Draco. He had been in the District 12 suites. He had heard the bangs, the booms, the screaming. He needed a distraction. Now.

"This place is eerie."

He didn't even look at him while he spoke. He just stepped closed to him, then stopped, staring ahead down the long corridor.

[mudbloodhater]

He jumped when addressed, not having expected it in the slightest. Least of all by Katurian, whom he'd done a wonderful job of avoiding thus far. It simply wasn't to be.

As far as 'eerie' things went, Draco was more inclined to suggest that it was Katurian himself who better fit the bill. There was little about walking up to someone looking not unlike a man possessed that was sort of creepy (at best), after all; the blond stared a little, giving his fellow Tribute a once-over before scoffing and shrugging.

"Of course it is. It's empty. Everything's eerie when it's empty."

[downbeat]

"It's not only the emptiness," he said. His voice was usually lined with a flickering anxiety, a tremor that never entirely disappeared, but now there was a certain thoughtfulness to it, too. He was brainstorming. Dissecting. Building.

Katurian was forever an artist at work.

"It's big," he said. "Like the belly of a whale." He squinted forward, looking for the outline of the walls in the darkness. "Or an anonymous crypt."

[mudbloodhater]

Bloody creepy. Absolutely bloody creepy.

"Do you ever stop?" Draco asked warily, decidedly more bothered by the parade area now that Katurian was suggesting things to him like this. It was almost impossible to ignore, especially with the sounds coming from what felt like all around them.

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.

[downbeat]

Katurian honed in on Grey like a hawk. His pupils widened in the darkness. His vision tunneled.

Take everything away from a man, and fear becomes different. Blunted.

He didn't even think. He just moved, taking big, wide steps to close the distance betwee him and the other man.

[greymatter]

It's easy to pick out the rapid and agitated movement among the other tributes, and he calmly smirks when he sees who it is that's approaching, remaining where he is.

He knows what happened to Katurian after he'd left the man bleeding on the ice. He always watches the games when he comes back. To study his opponents and their methods of surviving, their methods of killing.

To watch them bleed.

Wesker was high on his list of interests.

[downbeat]

And Katurian knows what happened to Grey. Katurian is not usually one to take delight in the pain of others, but he cannot deny the thrill bubbling in his veins as he watched Grey take a knife to the gut and just lie there, dying, bleeding out in the snow. This right here, this is narrative justice. Or irony. (Or irony-esque.)

He had practiced lines beforehand. He had practiced what he was going to say. And unlike his chance encounter with Wesker, this time he is prepared. This time, he has the upper hand.

"So after killing me, you decided to try your hand at killing little girls, did you?"

It was supposed to be dark and threatening and dangerous, but instead, his voice cracks.

[greymatter]

The scientist laughs. "You don't seem to understand how this Game works. To win, you must kill everyone. Come now, is this really such a difficult concept to grasp?" He looks down his nose at Katurian, cool and condescending. This man was an insect. Good for little more than pinning to a board, than pulling the wings off of, than turning a sun reflected magnifying glass on.

This one would burn every arena.

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.

Re: Kevin - ota

[luckofthedevil]

Alex never liked being locked up. True, he was already rather locked up with this whole Hunger Games fiasco, but right now was about the most confined he'd been since arriving in the Capitol, and it was chaffing.

So he started walking the perimeter of the room, just to keep from feeling too antsy. Shoulders slouched and hands in his pockets, Alex scuffed his shoes quietly as he slowly walked around the edges of the room. Some Tributes stuck toward the middle, others to the far walls.

Like this guy.

"You all right?"

[fire_punk]

Kevin looked up at the other boy. At least he hadn't had to kill this kid. "Yeah, I'm fine."

A few seconds later, he spoke again. "You talk funny." It's not particularly mean. More overly blunt and a little curious.

[luckofthedevil]

"I'm English," Alex replied. Granted, he wasn't the best example of the Queen's English. All of the extended stays in various European countries as a child and an American housekeeper had left their mark on the way he pronounced certain words. He mostly sounded English though. "And you're from the States?"

[fire_punk]

"Yeah," Kevin said. "Everyone in England talks like that?"

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.