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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
(no subject)
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."
Lindsey | OTA
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?"
no subject
"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."
no subject
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."