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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."
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Don only sounded like he was musing. But perhaps Ian could pick up what he meant by what he was saying.
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No attacks being done on them. The attack being suppressed by the Capitol forces.
"...maybe that is the point."
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Indeed. Why not go through the effort to stage an attack to make them believe that the Capitol was the better of the two? That the Capitol is somehow protecting them from the Rebellion? That their fighting in the Arenas was saving Panem?
But again. Avoxes. Avoxes brought them back to these rooms. If it was really dangerous, where were the Peacekeepers assigned to their rooms? Why would just Avoxes be there? And how - if the rebels could somehow disable the electricity - could they not get into the rooms? Why didn't the fight - or, well, judging by the sounds, what the turtle thought was fighting - why didn't the pushback from the Capitol start until after they were trapped in these rooms?
Maybe he was just that distrustful of the Capitol. But the more he thought about it, the more it made terrifying sense. This wasn't an attack. At least not one in the sense that the Tributes as a whole were meant to be hurt. This was a black flag.
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"What's the truth about what's going on here? All of it, not just this attack."
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Where did one start.
"Basically, you're in Panem. Its Earth, or a future of it, far as I can tell. The rulers of this land are the Capitol, which is where we are now, and we've been conscripted to fight each other to the death in the Hunger Games, which is the Capitol's...mainstay of entertainment."
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