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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."

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Anna steadies herself, finding her feet again and she begins dusting herself off. Her cursory glance around the room alerts her to the presence of the Baron and her arms fold across her chest self-consciously. Today is the wrong day to train in a sports bra and yoga pants.

But she also spots Eliot and feels a wave of relief as she strolls over to his side and meets his eyes, expressing her relief that he's alright and she switches languages for some covert communication.

"So that's the Baron. He's the one that drugged our candy on Valentine's Day. Rumor has it that he's a skeevy Pro-Capitol pig."

"Skeevy's puttin' it mildly," he replies in the same language. "He's a sick fuck who deserves to die painfully and slow. Or end up as an Avox."

Anna is a bit surprised to hear such venomous words from Eliot, but she observes him for a moment and recalls his status as sex slave... when it hits her. Hard. She looks as if someone has stolen the air from her lungs as she manages a whisper. "No. Eliot, please don't say that--"

"Yeah," he whispers, swallowing bile. "He's... disgusting. And he knows it. He enjoys it."

Anna's face contorts into a display of suppressed rage as she glances at the Baron, knuckles turning white as she grips her arms and turns her back to the Baron. Her expression softens as she gazes at Eliot, voice soft and hushed. "Is there anything I can do?"

He shakes his head. What can she possibly do now? His only way out is for the Rebellion to win. "Just be careful."

She can be there to offer him... something, anything. Friendship, her arms, her... love, even. "Always." She manages a soft smile for him as her hand seeks out his shoulder for a brief squeeze.

He catches her hand, giving it a grateful squeeze. "Quizá él sufrierá un accidente," he suggested in a tone that hinted that it wouldn't be accidental. "Un mal accidente. Una caída o una enfermedad o... Un cuchillo resbalare abajo el cinturón de él."

[OOC: Intended translation "perhaps he'll have an accident. A bad accident. A fall or an illness or... A knife will slip below his belt."]

Anna smirks slightly at Eliot's words and she settles next to him briefly, whispering into his ear teasingly, "We could always find a hidin' place and pass the time." Her suggestion is mainly a joke to lighten the mood, as sarcasm and deflection are her default mode.

"Like in the rafters?" he suggests playfully, happy to leave the subject of his worst date yet behind. "Or behind the camouflage area?"

Anna's smirk turns into the look of the cat who ate the canary as she winked at Eliot. "Rafters? Ooh, kinky. Can't say I've ever tried that." And then her brain gets the best of her and makes her look like a dork.

"Then again, I've never really had any adventurous sex. I'm really pretty vanilla."

"I don't know that I'd call the rafters kinky unless you're suggesting sex while hanging upside-down," he teases back. "It would be private, though, unless someone actually looks up."

"I don't exactly think anyone's gonna be lookin' up there unless there's a lot of noise goin' on," she laughs to herself, shrugging a bit as she appears to think about it.

"Exactly," he says with a quiet laugh. "So we won't do anything that'll make noise."

"Or at least a lot of noise," she points out with a slight pout as if she's a touch disappointed that this prospective idea won't be playing out.

"Not a good idea unless you're an expert. You'd fall."

Parker's going to make a bit of a face at that.

"And that's more than once."

Eliot looks over at Parker's comment. "What the...? Parker, that's not... Not here," he hisses urgently, glancing at Baron over his shoulder.

"What!?" Parker's confused about what she's done.

Anna's gong to get the pointy finger of pointed accusation.

"She brought it up!"

"That wasn't..." He glances back at Baron, hoping he hadn't heard them. "She wasn't serious, Parker. And... not so loud."

"Sounded serious to me." Not that Parker really knows. For instance, she finds growlly Eliot boring.

He sighs, rubbing a hand across his face. "It was wishful thinking, Parker."

"You don't wish for things. You retrieve them, or punch them. Not wish" Parker's lips thin. "Does she know that?"

Sorry, Anna, Parker's now talking about you as if you're not even there.

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"Things, Parker. This isn't a thing." He sighs. "And some people aren't worth punching."

Not because they don't deserve it but because the cost to the people he loves would be too high.

"You know someone not worth punching?"

There had to be a reasonable explanation. "They got you on something?"

"Not me." They had his brother. And now they had Parker. "But... Ya remember what I said when we went after Moreau?"

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