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thecapitol2013-03-03 12:18 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2013-03-03 12:18 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- sigma klim,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ adel-makim-zalur,
- ✘ alex rider,
- ✘ alpha,
- ✘ anna morasca,
- ✘ ariadne,
- ✘ atticus bell,
- ✘ baron bartlett,
- ✘ chibiusa,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ clint barton,
- ✘ copycat,
- ✘ diana prince,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. grey,
- ✘ draco malfoy,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eva salazar,
- ✘ glinda upland,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ javert,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ neeshka,
- ✘ parker,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ richard b. riddick,
- ✘ sokka,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ tony stark
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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."
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."
BALLROOM
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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?
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She looks mildly bored through the explosion and just ends up leaning against a wall of the ballroom with her arms folded across her chest. She sees Sandy there and just looks her over for a moment. There's a twinge of guilt in the fact that she'd terrorized another mutant - a child, even - but it doesn't show too much. She has an image to keep up, after all.
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Then she saw Copycat.
In the arena she'd never seen Copycat's true form. But the replay had shown her the true face of her killer. Not the face that haunted her dreams every night, no that would be the burly man that Copycat had used.
But seeing Copycat not twenty feet away acting as if everything was normal made Sandy's stomach drop into her feet. She stumbled back a step bumping into one of the other tributes and scurrying behind a few others trying to put some bodies between her and the mutant.
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One of the biggest differences between Copycat and Sabretooth is that she's not a bloodthirsty animal. The only reason she's taken a life prior to her death is because it was her job. And even then, she never really enjoyed it; murder for hire has always been a means to an end.
She winds her way around to the kid slowly, hands up defensively. "Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. Y'probably won't understand this for a while, but that's not me. The other guy? Name's Sabretooth, and he's the bastard that killed me back home. The thing with my powers is I become the person I change into. I don't exactly have a lot of control after that."
...this has been another episode of Copycat tries to apologize and fails.
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It sounded like an excuse, like too much to believe. But then again she was in another universe where the government turned brutal slaughter into reality TV.
"So what, you turn into that guy and just kill people?"
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He's still not feeling the urge to socialize, so he separated himself from the others forced out of the elevator quickly, listening intently at a far wall to the sounds, eventually making a scoffing noise of his own.
Rebellion, wonderful. Wasting his time on some ridiculous attempt to fight the sort of people who could bring the dead back to life. Figures.
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How long are they going to be stuck here? Alpha's got his ear to the wall, his back to Howard at this moment, but there's no way Alpha will just face north all night. Howard feels his hands shaking, his jaw shaking, but he can't seem to move. There's nowhere to move to.
All he can do is stay very, very still, like someone in Jurassic Park. Like a rabbit under the shadow of a hawk.
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His eyes land on Howard. He smiles. After a moment's thought, he holds out a hand and beckons, a silent request for Howard to come closer. They are surrounded by people and, more importantly, cameras being watched by now high-strung guards. Even if Alpha hadn't already decided against gutting the kid first chance he got, he wasn't going to attack him here.
He was curious to see if Howard would think of that.
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But Alpha wasn't sadistic, was he? Not like Aunamee. Alpha was going to quickly slit his throat, not draw it out, and that was just business, the side-effect an alliance gone sour. But all this factual information runs contrast to the threat Alpha gurgled out in the cave, and Howard doesn't know what to make of any of it. His thoughts are a jumbled, contradictory cloud, with the only clarity being fear.
Howard's body does two things. He violently shakes his head, nuh uh, no way, no way. But he also takes a step forward. And then another. Like a fish being reeled in.
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Somewhere in his head Ballard is screaming and Alpha's smile widens.
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He's unsure if Alpha knows, if Alpha intends, to make Howard shudder with mention of his death. Or by calling it 'fast' when it was so painfully slow.
He can't quite match Alpha's smile, even fake. It's all he can do to match the casual tone, and he doesn't notice in time that he's let some bitterness slip into his words. "Not really, you didn't. Don't flatter yourself."
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No, he knows better than to think he'll get an answer from that. "Thanks for telegraphing you were going to pounce on me by lie, forty-five seconds. I'd have been dead if you waited until I was sleeping."
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Was he supposed to believe that Alpha gave himself a muscle seizure while pinning him down with a knife? But then again, what else could explain what happened? He needs to rewatch the tapes, but...
"So what, it's your attempt to ego boost me? Doesn't work if you undermine it afterwards."
Or maybe make him look more competent to the Sponsors? Then why did he whisper when he put the knife in his hands?
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He forces himself to relax, to appear annoyed rather than angry. It's a delicate balance. The kid's too smart and too jaded to believe Alpha's willing to help him out of the goodness of his heart, but desperate enough for someone he can count on that Alpha's got a chance of convince him he's still interested in a mutually beneficial relationship.
And then, once there's a sense of trust built up, beyond their shaky alliance on the glacier...well, Alpha doesn't really know what will happen but. Brutal is a nice word.
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"What are you going to get out of giving me a chance? At your expense?"
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"I can't do that alone, despite my many, many talents, and if you didn't notice, we had something of an alliance going on at one point. I help you in there, you help me out here. Plain enough for you?"
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Hard to tell apart, in a way. He can keep them straight factually but the emotions bleed into each other, the fear of one amplifying the fear of the other, the doubt in one tainting the other, tugging him between the two.
"But yeah, that's pretty straightforward. But you can cut it out with the insults, okay? I can find allies who aren't going to call me stupid and helpless."
It takes every last bit of Howard's nerve to say that, and he looks spent for the effort. His shaking intensifies and he can't help but cringe slightly, as if Alpha's going to attack him here and now for his insolence.
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"You keep harping on that whole 'tried to kill you' thing," he adds casually. "I'm not the one who was stealing supplies, you know."
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He winces, because he doesn't have an answer to that, but he's glad that at least Alpha didn't pick at Howard's somewhat faulty ability to choose allies. That would have been too much. "Can't help it. I got sticky fingers."
And he knows Alpha might not have been stealing, but he certainly wasn't adding much to the pile.
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"Just aim those sticky fingers at someone else from now on and we'll avoid these little scuffles."
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He's clearly trying to convince himself, and his body language screams that he's still petrified. "Seen anything shiny you think my sticky fingers should introduce themselves to?"
Point him in a direction. Give him something to do, give him a way to save face and put some distance between him and you, Alpha.
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"Now? Because I could always use a spare communication device," he says, and it's a genuine desire as much as a request. At the moment, the problem of Ballard is even a higher priority than getting home, if the man is going to keep distracting him like this. "Can you pick a pocket? Burgle a home, a public building?"
Can he steal with people around, when not in the Arena with only a few dozen others around to worry about? If not, it's possible the time to teach him the basics would be worth having Howard as his handy fall guy.
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