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."

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"Oh, really." She replies dryly, not exactly believing his answer as she scans the room, trying to keep an eye on Eliot while seeking out anyone else she knows.

"You seem bored, my dear," he pointed out. "I know I'm not a Tribute but if I'm not entertaining you we could always attempt to find a way to pass the time."

Anna doesn't give off any sort of hint as to whether or not she's actually bored, but she does glance back his way, brow cocked curiously. "What makes you think it's only Tributes that entertain me? And what exactly did you have in mind for passin' the time?"

"Anything we like," Baron suggested. "While we're stuck here we might as well make the most of it."

"Well, I'd suggest a friendly spar, but I don't think that would go over well considerin' your... social standin'." Or his size. Lack of experience, even.

"There are other types of swords we could play with," Baron suggest calmly, as if he wasn't aware of what he was really saying, or the way that his eyes looked over her form.

And there it is, the tip of the creepy iceberg. She fights back a snarl, instead smiling politely in response. "I'm afraid that particular form of swordplay would be much too unbecoming in such a public place."

Don't think she doesn't notice the way he's looking her over.

He chuckled a bit at her response. "True, and we are all locked together. No chance of visiting your suite or of me taking you to my estate..."

"I'm also not the... casually-adventurous sort. I'm a single-promise woman. Though I'm sure that's no trouble for a man of your standing. You have plenty of other options." Anna does strict monogamy. And she prefers her men honorable, not sadistic. She also currently has her heart set on Eliot.

Baron looked at her as if she had gone mad. "Why on earth would you limit your loveliness to one single man or woman?"

"Where I'm from, it's tradition. And far less... complicated." Disgusting, carnal, etc. "I find monogamy much more satisfying." And she, in her hypervigilance, takes a look around her to get her bearings while also keeping an eye on Eliot. If she can protect him by distracting the Baron? It's a sacrifice she's willing to make.

"How extraordinarily dull," Baron commented to himself. "Also, it's almost guaranteed that you won't be able to maintain such a thing here."

His words sound like a thinly-veiled threat, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up as her eyes settle on Eliot across the room for no more than a second. She glances at the Baron, brow cocked. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, my dear, your body is not your own. And it certain doesn't belong to whoever you choose for your single relationship. You are the property of the Capitol," Baron explained, with the tone one might use to speak to a child.

Two can play at the condescending tone game, she decides, and mimics his tone as she leans in slightly as if sharing a secret (while still keeping at least a foot between them). "Where I'm from, prostitution and slavery are serious crimes. And I'm the one cop in New York City that sex traffickers don't want to piss off."

"Oh dear," Baron said, feigning concern. "Are you delusional? Feverish? Or just plain stupid? When you look out the window of your suite do you see your New York City? If that's the case, my dear, you may want to visit a medic."

"I don't need a medic," she replies in a tone that vaguely suggests he might need one in the near future before she nods goodbye and turns to leave. "Enjoy the rest of your evenin', Baron."

Baron raised his brow a bit. "I will, my dear," he said calmly. "Stay safe," he added. "I'd hate to see anything happen to you or your little boyfriend." Finally he hinted towards the rumors about her and Eliot.

Anna continues on her mission to leave, stopping only to respond over her shoulder to the Baron's comment. "I'm afraid you're misinformed. I don't have a boyfriend."

She seems completely unphased by the comment and after it's said she leaves, no room for further discussion.

"Oh good, then you won't be offended when I spend more time with him," Baron said to her back.