thecapitol | (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."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Alpha let's Howard's hand go and manfully resists the urge to comment on his grip. This 'no insulting' clause was going to be hard.

"Just aim those sticky fingers at someone else from now on and we'll avoid these little scuffles."

"Deal," Howard says, but it's more a whisper than anything else. "Mutual gain."

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.

Alpha raises his eyebrow. He's eager, Howard, though whether he's eager to prove his usefulness or just for something to do before he faints from fear, Alpha's not sure. Either way, Alpha's got nothing else to pass the time, so he looks over the crowd.

"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.

"Easy." Howard tries not to look relieved that Alpha's asked him to do something entirely in his wheelhouse. "I been doing that since I was eleven."

And he slips away from Alpha and towards a security guard, an unsuspecting victim. It's not his first choice, but he doesn't want to try his luck with another Tribute after the incident with Sherlock.

Alpha watches him go, watches his progress, though he's careful to make it look like he's just watching the people huddled in the ballroom, so no one else starts the kid too. This was really only meant to be a game, a way to torment both Howard and Ballard at the same time, but if he can get some use of Howard at the same time, all the better.

It doesn't take Howard long - even though he got a bit rusty in the FAYZ, since he returned to the Capitol picking pockets has been a welcome distraction from everything else. He gets a communicator, plus a wallet, deposits the wallet in a third party's jacket to throw off suspicion if it comes his way, drops off the communicator and returns to Alpha in about fifteen minutes. He doesn't come straight back to Alpha, nor does he appear to be hanging out with him when he returns, instead leaning against the wall and looking at the crowd again.

"Communicator's in the potted plant." He's still clearly shaky, but somewhat invigorated by the successful little heist. "All yours."

Alpha lets a few minutes pass without saying anything, as much to stress out Howard as to make sure there's no one paying undue attention to the two of them. "Howie," he says, sliding over to throw an arm around Howard's shoulders. "I think this is the restart of a beautiful alliance."

Those few minutes feel like an absolute eternity. Howard wants to sink into the floor and vanish entirely.

Howard squirms his shoulders as if someone's dripped ice water down them. "Yeah. Yeah, it is," he says in an apologetic little voice.