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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."
CONFERENCE ROOM A
Re: CONFERENCE ROOM A
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She had skimmed the room for vents, alternate doors, panels in the wall...anything.
No such luck.
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"What do you think's going on outside?"
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They were too high up to try the windows. Which probably wouldn't break anyway. And from the sounds of it, it might be out of the frying pan, into the fire.
"Guess we gotta just wait it out."
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She was small enough to wiggle in, if they could find any. But there hadn't been much luck with that so far. She followed him to the table, not much minding the view from on the ground.
Hey, if they were stuck in here anyway...
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She follows after him, ready to do this. Being trapped somewhere, especially while shit was going on? Not De's favorite thing.
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The chair swayed when he gave the wall a good punch, but she was able to hold the chair steady.
"No go?"
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Really, in this place, this was a fairly friendly meeting. She steadied the chair again, bracing her weight against it.
((OOC-So she has been like OMG THE HULK OMG IRONMAN, would you like her to OMG CAPTAIN AMERICA))
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"We will be, pretty soon," he says with a twinge of sadness. "But we'll come back from that," he adds, as if he thinks dying again and again is somehow better than dying once and having peace. "Whatever happens out there tonight, that's real."
He gets down from his spot, because it's useless. He needs something to force open the crack between the doors. "Do you think there might be a crowbar around here?"
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And there was another rap of gun shots, somewhere in the distance, as if you punctuate it.
"Of course not, they don't want to give us anything useful." She was clearly enamored with the Capitol's hospitality.
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"You seem pretty calm about me getting out of here to go into that," he adds.
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She followed him. "I wanna see what the hell is going on out there."
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If... only he could figure out how to get out. He grabs one of the light fixtures on the ceiling, and tugs.
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"Maybe we should try to break out a window."
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De lifted up the chair they had been using to check the ceiling, nodding at him.
"You ready?"
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Picking up the chair, she swings if full force towards the window.
...and it bounces right back, the momentum nearly knocking De ove.
"Son of a bitch!"
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If the way he flinches at the sounds of ripping metal are any indication, it's not helping all that much either.