gamemakers: (peacekeepers.)
The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-03-03 12:18 pm

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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."
mudbloodhater: (omg no)

[personal profile] mudbloodhater 2013-03-11 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It was all terribly noble of Katurian, and more than a little strange; Draco was, at first, more inclined to believe that he was just taking the piss, but the longer he listened, and the longer he just gaped at the other man, the more he was willing to believe it. Or pretend that he believed it.

Still: "Just because I'm younger than you are doesn't mean I'm not just as capable," Draco bit back, his voice still strained and trying. There was one thing to be said for the Arenas - they were making Draco start to second-guess his previous bravado; they were making him start to wonder if maybe he couldn't use a little bit of help every now and then. "I've seen things, too! You're not the only one here."
downbeat: (♦ dressed in yellow and green)

[personal profile] downbeat 2013-03-12 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
This was good. This was the kind of fighting Katurian was used to, not the kind with barbed sticks and harpoons. Before the cops came to pick him up, before Panem sucked him away and ruined everything, he had been raising Michal, his sweet brother. He raised him since he was fourteen years old. As such, he wore his patience as a badge of honor.

"Then you can protect me," he says, his words no longer pouring out like water from a dam. "It's an offer for help. It's not an insinuation."
mudbloodhater: (friends are cool)

[personal profile] mudbloodhater 2013-03-14 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He hesitated at that, the open invitation. Almost as though Katurian was offering him some kind of alliance.

Well, Effie would certainly approve of the pair of them getting on; it would make her job easier.

Draco nibbled on his lower lip at that, frowning over at the older man before curtly nodding. "All right. Fine," he swallowed, "I'll protect you. But you're not getting out of protecting me right back."