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thecapitol2016-02-10 08:59 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2016-02-10 08:59 pm
A Bloody Valentine: The Investigation
Who| Those selected for the lab search Mission
What| Capitol-soldiers enact a bit of rebellion to find out top secret info regarding what the offworlders a really for... and find a little more that was bargained for.
Where| A lab near to the Romulus Hotel
When| Congruent with the dance auction
Warnings/Notes| Violence, gore, body horror, descriptions of dead bodies in various states of decomposition and mutilation
A quick stop in the gift shop means a nice big hat for each to duck under and pass by Peackeepers. Hopefully. Laughing together in affected Capitol accents and acting like a natural born citizen may well be the best way to sneak by. After that, it's off into the night, just down the block. There's no clear entrance save one door in a back alley, the color blended to match the wall and make it unnoticeable. However, the red graffiti stating, You're playing with fire, and the dark freezer truck at the end of the alley, do both help to bring it to attention. There's some serious business locks on the door except... someone's put a stopper slip of wood in there, keeping it so anyone can sneak in. Odd. You'd think with a place so important looking as this, those working there would be a little more careful.
The inside is just as stark white as the outside, only more so thanks to the bright white lights that shine from the ceiling giving the whole place a glow. Anyone really familiar with the process of Avoxing may find the look of it all to be very familiar. It only gets worse as the group progresses down the sterile halls, through one door, then another, until finally reaching a room with hazmat suits on a rack, masks set by them. The next door is steel, and upon it's closing, a sterilizing spray is unleashed. Only then does the final steel door open.
The first thing to hit is the smell. Only a few times have even the arenas smelled like this. It's the singular warning to the horror that's to be witnessed as the lights slowly turn on, running down to the end of the massive room. It may once have been a building used for the Avoxing of criminals but no longer.
For rows and rows do the metal tables go on, upon them, corpses in very state of decay, dissection, and dismemberment. The bodies have all manner of injuries: burns, bites, stab wounds, more, all injuries that could be managed within an arena. The bodies are yours; the offworlders, the former Tributes, those who have died.
Two bodies of the same person lain out together like twins to be compared can be seen. Others are opened up or half way through the processes of being stitched back together. Some of the corpses have been incredibly preserved, withered and hollow-cheeked, but still like they could simply be asleep. The quarter quell has been running for nearly four years and there's a little piece of every offworlder left from it.
There are great machines of unknown purpose, some appearing perfectly innocuous, others looking like something from a torture chamber. There are separated glass rooms with bottled chemicals, walls with giant tubes of liquid with bodies kept within, and another wall where the bodies appear cryogenically frozen.
Down at the end in a steel room with clear forcefield, is a separate area for those dead with a tendency to get back up. Desks are scattered through out, many filled with documents, hastily scrawled notes, and journals-- no photos of loved ones here, but there may be something that tells of what exactly went on here.
What| Capitol-soldiers enact a bit of rebellion to find out top secret info regarding what the offworlders a really for... and find a little more that was bargained for.
Where| A lab near to the Romulus Hotel
When| Congruent with the dance auction
Warnings/Notes| Violence, gore, body horror, descriptions of dead bodies in various states of decomposition and mutilation
A quick stop in the gift shop means a nice big hat for each to duck under and pass by Peackeepers. Hopefully. Laughing together in affected Capitol accents and acting like a natural born citizen may well be the best way to sneak by. After that, it's off into the night, just down the block. There's no clear entrance save one door in a back alley, the color blended to match the wall and make it unnoticeable. However, the red graffiti stating, You're playing with fire, and the dark freezer truck at the end of the alley, do both help to bring it to attention. There's some serious business locks on the door except... someone's put a stopper slip of wood in there, keeping it so anyone can sneak in. Odd. You'd think with a place so important looking as this, those working there would be a little more careful.
The inside is just as stark white as the outside, only more so thanks to the bright white lights that shine from the ceiling giving the whole place a glow. Anyone really familiar with the process of Avoxing may find the look of it all to be very familiar. It only gets worse as the group progresses down the sterile halls, through one door, then another, until finally reaching a room with hazmat suits on a rack, masks set by them. The next door is steel, and upon it's closing, a sterilizing spray is unleashed. Only then does the final steel door open.
The first thing to hit is the smell. Only a few times have even the arenas smelled like this. It's the singular warning to the horror that's to be witnessed as the lights slowly turn on, running down to the end of the massive room. It may once have been a building used for the Avoxing of criminals but no longer.
For rows and rows do the metal tables go on, upon them, corpses in very state of decay, dissection, and dismemberment. The bodies have all manner of injuries: burns, bites, stab wounds, more, all injuries that could be managed within an arena. The bodies are yours; the offworlders, the former Tributes, those who have died.
Two bodies of the same person lain out together like twins to be compared can be seen. Others are opened up or half way through the processes of being stitched back together. Some of the corpses have been incredibly preserved, withered and hollow-cheeked, but still like they could simply be asleep. The quarter quell has been running for nearly four years and there's a little piece of every offworlder left from it.
There are great machines of unknown purpose, some appearing perfectly innocuous, others looking like something from a torture chamber. There are separated glass rooms with bottled chemicals, walls with giant tubes of liquid with bodies kept within, and another wall where the bodies appear cryogenically frozen.
Down at the end in a steel room with clear forcefield, is a separate area for those dead with a tendency to get back up. Desks are scattered through out, many filled with documents, hastily scrawled notes, and journals-- no photos of loved ones here, but there may be something that tells of what exactly went on here.
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The hazmat suits are familiar enough to have her thoughts drifting back towards the Nonary Game... just in time to be met with a room full of bodies. She can't say it's not familiar, and the smell is certainly... something. Phi fights back a wince as she heads into the room, browsing and examining the corpses as if they didn't bother her at all. They were only dead bodies. A lot of dead bodies, and the sheer number of them is overwhelming. But in that end, that's all they are, and there's no use getting upset about what's already happened.
At least, she tells herself that until she stumbles upon her own corpse. It's a bit more eerie, staring your own dead body in the face and remembering the moment of death depicted by the mangled torso and entrails stuffed back into the body cavity. Eventually, she pulls her attention away, only to have it fall on more familiar faces. Several of Kyle, of Luna, of Akane, of Sigma. She freezes at the last one, something about it not connecting in the way it should. She has the urge for one desperate moment to go back to the house. To make sure he's still there, alive and well.
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"Dunno," she decides to answer the second question first. Her gaze pans over the room, but purposely avoids looking at the bodies that she was just staring at. "A bunch of corpses, looks like. At least a few of them are from the last arena." She only knows that hers is for certain--and probably Luna's too, but she can wager that some of the others are as well.
Her thoughts trail back to the man's first question, as reluctant as she is to address it. For all for her outward calm, she's not feeling as aloof after seeing Sigma's bodies lying there. "I don't see the point in getting worked up over it. They're already dead. We can't do anything about that."
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"But we have to face the facts. There are dead bodies here. Some have been here a long time. We know that they retrieve the bodies from the arenas, so this must be where they've been keeping them. The only question we need to worry about is why. There has to be a reason for them hoarding these things here."
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Phi herself has turned to inspect some of the other bodies on the table, trying to get an idea of why they were cutting them open--What were they comparing? But she hasn't completely abandoned the idea of talking to this stranger. "Are you always this squeamish?"
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"I'm an archaeologist, man! There's not a lot of...you know, I mean...they're pretty fresh!" Nitou makes a face. "This is all pretty disgusting."
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And the good part about having spent almost a life time working on being too stupid to be noticed means that if Chuck's out at the dance, people will assume Derek was there, too, even if they don't actually remember seeing him.
But he's not preoccupied enough not to notice everything going on around him, and he stops when Phi slows. He follows her gaze to what's caught her attention, and then hesitates when he sees her body, looking like it was mauled by an animal. Looking remarkably like some of the bodies in his own arena, and that thought settles uneasily with him.
Before he can pick it apart, though, she's moving on, looking at other bodies. At the Gamemaker's body, and there's a low growl before he can help himself. Before he remembers that she thinks he's her friend, and he cuts himself off. Instead he waits, keeping an eye out while he gives her a moment.
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It's not difficult to figure out what he was growling at, not after the strained relations between her District staff and her Gamemaker friend. She's half tempted to let Derek know that they're both on the same side--but that would defeat the purpose of Phi being here. She's supposed to be acting as Sigma's proxy. Keeping him out of hot water for the moment, after his brush with treason. Other people knowing where his loyalties really lie was the whole reason she nearly lost him.
She settles on a compromise. "He's not a bad guy. A bit thick sometimes, but..." She shrugs, as if the rest of her sentence is obvious. There's a pause as she looks back to the bodies again, wishing there was some way to cover up all the dead faces that she recognizes.
TW for body descriptions? Do we even really need to given the nature of this log? Oh well TW anyway.
But all those questions are obliterated as she stares at the room full of mangled, mutilated and in some cases mutated corpses before her.
Eyes wide in silent horror she has to wrap both hands around her mouth to keep from screaming. She's frozen stiff in place for a solid minute as her eyes scan over so many faces and forms. Some familiar to her, some not. Her heart lurches when she sees her own rictus face, frozen in a twisted smile. The skin is gaunt and stretched thin like wet paper over the body but preserved. The eyes are gone giving her former body a ghoulish appearance. She doesn't even need to guess which death this was as the lower half of that body lays on the same table sliced cleanly in half by a scythe.
For a moment her mind is flooded with the memories of that death at the hands of someone who had trusted her only to be driven insane. Then another death at the hands of someone who forgave her for taking advantage of their condition. A single shot to the head to alleviate the pain of a thousand little cuts bleeding all over her body. Another body still with it's head twisted around in the wrong way and cocked to the side due to a snapped neck.
Why would they even keep these? What purpose does it serve?!
Others now, friends of hers, enemies, people she's personally killed. There's Shepard's body missing chunks from a pack of raptors ripping her to shreds. Her face goes a sickly shade of green as she finally lays eyes on the bodies that have haunted her since her third arena.
Diana, Bruce, Tim, Jason, Eddie, Barbara. All from her world all in various states of decay.
Unable to maintain her composure anymore she rushes to a sink and promptly throws up, shuddering as she grips the edge of it. It takes her another couple minutes before a trembling hand reaches for the faucet and turns it on washing the mess down the drain. She couldn't leave evidence like that behind or they'd all be on these slabs soon.
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"W...we've seen worse." She adds trying to calm herself down with logic when this was an emotionally charged moment. She needed to stay calm, time was short and there was probably too much to see.
"Thanks." She added weakly casting an apologetic glance at Nitou.
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"And I hate doctors."
The words were out of her mouth before she could catch them and she looked surprised. Her first joke since arriving in the capitol! What did it mean? Probably nothing right? No...it wasn't even a very good joke no reason to worry about it...
...but maybe.
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This is all, frankly, terrible humor, but making stupid jokes beats thinking too hard on any of this, in Nitou's opinion.
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Her lip twitched...a smile? No but as close as she could manage.
"It's a good thing I already threw up. That was an awful line."
Harleen gently put a hand on his arm in thanks and gave it a squeeze before moving deeper into the sinister room, eyes wandering over the bodies forcing herself to look at them and take in as much as she could.
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She looks pale and queasy herself, though. Passing her own body, oddly enough, isn't what got her - she's imagined her own death enough times, and can cope remarkably well with having it face her this way. What gets her is the body she can see across the room - smaller than the others, with large, hairy feet. Elsewhere, she's sure, her King and Queen lie here in pieces. That is a hard thought to stomach.
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