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."
itsananimalthing: (lookback)

[personal profile] itsananimalthing 2013-03-14 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Riddick shrugged, body language relaxed and relatively closed off, but his brows were up near where his hairline would be, if he had hair. "Not too fond of bein' made to do shit I didn't sign up for. But could be worse, I guess."

There were cameras everywhere in here, he knew that much. He couldn't exactly say how he really felt-- or what he really knew-- anywhere in this building. Especially not with peacekeepers everywhere, on the other side of those doors.

"What about you? You wanna get outa here? Go do whatever. Uh. Dead kids do?"
shambler: (Default)

[personal profile] shambler 2013-03-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Could be worse" was something R was intimately familiar with. Story of his un-life. Story of every Dead, basically. At least that was something he could agree with Big on, R giving a hunch of his shoulders and a bob of his head.

"Find...ways. Keep busy," R said, rasping. He eyed Big. "Wouldn't mind...out."

He waved a hand limply. Who wouldn't?