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