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thecapitol2013-09-27 07:39 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-27 07:39 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ andraia,
- ✘ armin arlert,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ peeta mellark,
- ✘ pepper potts,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ the disciple
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Who| Everyone
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a littlemore wonky then normal, if you haven't noticed. They will be going out to attack "tomorrow" but that thread will not, likely, be posted tomorrow, to give people time to play in this one, etc.
There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.
A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.
Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.
Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.
Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a little
There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.
A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.
Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.
Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.
Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.
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"Oh wicked sister," He says, with just a bit of disbeleif. "YOU AIN'T NEVER HEARD FOR A CHURCH?" Saddest motherfucking shit he's ever goddamn heard. "A church is all to be where at all that is holy, miraculous, and magic gets to live and rest. WHERE THE FAITHFUL AND PIOUS COME ABOUT TO GATHER IN CELEBRATION OF THE RIGHTEOUS AND MOST WICKED TRUTHS. It is a place of worship, utmost motherfucking sacred. THIS WHERE AT A PREACHER GETS ABOUT TO HIS BEST PREACHING IN ITS SANCTITY. Where at the rowdy raucous can be up and preformed with utmost artistry. THE CHURCH IS SOUND AND COLOR AND LIFE AND DEATH AND EVERY MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLE WHAT GETS UP IN BETWEEN. The church is where all the great dark carnival is at to be celebrated. MY SWEET SISTER, THE CHURCH IS MOTHERFUCKING FAMILY."
He stares at her meaningfully, giving a minute for it all to sink, before his face goes resolute. He fixes himself before her. "Which is another reason all for why a sister has more than earned her paint. FAMILY IN THE CARNIVAL, SISTER, THAT IS IMPORTANT WHAT TO REMEMBER. Now, close your eyes."
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And family? Pruna only had a really vague knowledge of what family was, she had her sister and she meant warmth, a partner at your back, not having to be afraid. But she had seen families and had learned about them here, she thought it was probably meant to be something different, something more...
Something more than she could think of, something she didn't have the words for. Something bigger and more complicated than what she knew. She prided herself on being well educated but it seemed there was so much she didn't know, so much that seemed to be for other people, not nameless brats far from home.
By his final words she was staring at him, her mouth slightly open like she wanted to talk but didn't know what to say. She closed her eyes when told though.
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He says this as he begins to paint. He keeps his touch delicate, his claws kept from marking her skin. The vial comes in white, no grey, so he forgoes doing the entirety of her face, even as it would be so much better, so much more fitting. But he can make do. He frames her eyes in it, turning the points sharp, as runs down alongside her nose, and then up away to her temple on the other sides. Something sharp for a face otherwise so soft. The mark around to bring out the brightness of her, the curiosity and question and life. It's fitting, he thinks. He brings two more thin, sharp lines down to hook over her cheeks in symmetry. Two small dots, perfect circles are added beneath. Some whimsy.
"He did not believe it full either, once, when a motherfucker was very young," He says, in near whisper. Just for her, a secret. "NOT YET ENLIGHTENED AS I WAS TO BE. But not long though either was it that this motherfucker came at to understand, TO UP AND SEE FOR IT AS HE DOES, that the carnival had up and been there for he, always."
He bring a line down over her nose, just the way she chose for herself the first time. The finishing touch. The first thing anyone would and should see, the mark of her ownself. He makes it sharp as all the others.
"AND DO WE NOT ALL SEEK AT FOR THOSE OF LIKE MIND? Do we not crave it and so find one another, and lo', see then how much motherfucking rowdier the troupe becomes? HOW MUCH MORE GODDAMN GLORIOUS UNDER THINE HOLIEST MINSTRELS AND MESSIAHS? And in our knowing, in our undermotherfuckingstanding, AIN'T IT ALL TO BE WE ARE UNITED IN OUR RIGHTEOUS MOTHERFUCKING ROLES?"
Finally, he taps the end of her nose. "She may open her eyes again."
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It was nice to know someone who thought the same way as her, just as it was nice to have her sister, her guardians spoke of like minded all the time, allies and such but Pruna had never really met them.
She opened her eyes, trying to cross them to see her nose, wondering what it all looked like.
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"NOW YOU GOT AT A TRUE FACE TO YOU. All what's good up in brought at to the forefront where all it can be seen. IT SUITS YOU, SISTER. It looks good on she."
He twists the vial back on to the string at his neck, then tucks it away.
"AND NOW SHE IS ONE OF THE FAMILY PROPER."
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"One of the family proper..." She grinned, "I do be liking that!"
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