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[gamemakers]

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."

Comments

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Yeah, and what they like is pretty messed up," Atticus mumbled. He'd watched a few videos from some of the other arenas.

[buildingreality]

She couldn't deny that, but it still fascinated her; Ariadne had moved beyond the point in her life where she was desperate for the approval of other people. She'd made it known that she didn't support the murder of random people, and that was that.

"Not a creative person, I take it?"

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Not in that way."

He was kind of thankful they didn't need music for the arenas as far as he can tell.

[buildingreality]

"You'd rather you were just at home, not having to worry about any of it," she mused, the words a statement rather than a question. There was a chance she was wrong, but judging by his reactions, she doubted it.

[kind_of_a_nerd]

He thought about it a moment and then said. "Um...no, actually. I mean, that's probably weird, right? But...yeah. Here is...better."

[buildingreality]

She tipped her head a little bit to him, curious. "To each their own. I'm just a bit surprised. You didn't seem to like this place all that much. Maybe I just didn't ask the right questions."

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Oh, no. I mean...this place is...well, it's kind of awful, isn't it? But...it's just me that it's awful to."

He shrugged. "I mean, obviously it's awful to all of us, but it's not anybody I care about? From home, I mean."

[buildingreality]

"After you've been stuck here long enough, you'll get to know people. It's not that much different from back home. You might even feel bad for having to kill someone," she pointed out, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She understood his qualms - she didn't care about really anyone either. Not until recently, after having watched people die. She wasn't that unfeeling.

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"That's...not quite what I meant, but yeah. I'm sure I will." And he does care about the people he's met so far. Most of them seem pretty nice. He doesn't want to have to kill any of them.

[buildingreality]

She dropped her voice slightly, shrugging, "There's only so much you can talk about the Capitol being awful before they start to take notice of it. Trust me - you don't want them to take notice." Just a little warning for him. She agreed, of course - it was a horrid place all around - but better to let them think it was wonderful.

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Oh." His eyes got a little wider, and he looked around nervously. "Well, there's some good stuff too? The food's great. And the clothes are...interesting."

[buildingreality]

"The clothing is definitely something. Every now and then, there's a trend that's worth following. I wouldn't say that goes for all of them, though," she agreed, glad he caught on.

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"I mean, I'm...y'know, not big on fashion, but it's fun to see," Atticus said, wondering now how dangerous this place was.

[buildingreality]

"Neither am I." A soft attempt at a laugh. Judging by the sounds of it, it was a rare thing to behold. "It's too much to ask that the Capitol appeal to that."

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Yeah, I guess. They do seem to have pretty much everything here, though, don't they?"

[buildingreality]

"They do. You name it, and it's probably somewhere. If it's not, just describe it in enough detail, and they'll probably have it soon enough."

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Man, you know what I'd love to find here? Mountain Dew. Do they have that where you're from?"

[buildingreality]

She laughed a little. "We have it. Not in France specifically, but I've heard of it before."

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Mountain Dew and Doritos," he said, laughing as well.

"But at least they've got good coffee."

[buildingreality]

"They do. If you find the right areas of the Capitol, it even feels like home every now and then. Or the best attempt they could have made."

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Yeah, I found a great coffee shop the other day. Almost like Starbucks."

[buildingreality]

"That's something." She'd never been that partial to Starbucks, not when she could find a decent local cafe just around the corner. But she understood the sentiment.

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"I used to sort of live in Starbucks." He didn't particularly care for it either, but his parents used to send him Starbucks cards in bulk.

[buildingreality]

"Why's that?" She asked, actually curious before adding: "I used to walk by this little coffee house every day on my way to the college."

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Oh, yeah, there was this great independent shop down the street from my apartment. But...well, my parents would send me Starbucks cards, like, every week? So it was cheaper to go there."