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thearena2016-02-22 01:51 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2016-02-22 01:51 pm
Where a dead man called out for his love to flee.
Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 10.
Where| District 10.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
Fields of grass are all that can be seen in any direction for at least an hour while the hovercraft come in. These fields are broken only by the occasional color change (marking different kinds of grass and even the occasional wheat field) and a farmstead every now and again. It’s easy to see that the animals here far outnumber the people as it’s more likely to see a grazing horse or cow or even something stranger like llamas and elephant before one would ever notice a human being. The temperature is mild in this season, not too cool in the shade and not too hot under the sun, although as the hovercraft come in and the people of the main city come into view, quite a few are dressed in long pants and sleeves, their clothing worn and dirty from hours of hard labor. In wide open fields like these there are only a few groves of trees to park a hovercraft out of sight behind. It’s one of these far off groves the craft lands. It would be a shame to have to hoof it all the way into the city.
If you’re from the Capitol, this doesn’t apply, as they can land wherever is most convenient. For those in the rebel forces... well just be glad someone knew what to expect and has procured more than a few horses to carry you into town.
District Ten has always been overlooked by the Capitol. A large district by landmass alone, its people are perceived to be just as domestic as the livestock they tend to, so despite whatever political climate it may hold, rebellion is not seen as a concern here. Consequently, those on the rebellion’s side will find they’re the first ones on the scene.
They’re greeted by friendly, if not guarded, faces. These are people who stick to their own community, their own families, but they’re not an unfriendly group. They know who you are and why you’re here. They’ve said for ages that the Capitol needed to go down, that something ought to be done about Snow and his Games, but no one ever paid them any mind. Probably because all that talk may be there, but it’s only ever been that. No one expects an uprising from the countryfolk.
Being so laid back, there's really not much in the way of graffiti. No one particularly has anything to say that has been said and shrugged off. One might hear laughs and mutters about the compliance video or a morose mention of Bison and the call to fight. There are also others pointing out that this is just the way things work.
Even the peacekeeping forces here are limited and laid back, not nearly as strict as might be found in other districts, but they are still there, so it’s best to keep your heads down as you move through the town.
As for how the Capitol forces are greeted upon their arrival, well, that all depends on how successful those rebels are.
The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.
What| The liberation of District 10.
Where| District 10.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
Fields of grass are all that can be seen in any direction for at least an hour while the hovercraft come in. These fields are broken only by the occasional color change (marking different kinds of grass and even the occasional wheat field) and a farmstead every now and again. It’s easy to see that the animals here far outnumber the people as it’s more likely to see a grazing horse or cow or even something stranger like llamas and elephant before one would ever notice a human being. The temperature is mild in this season, not too cool in the shade and not too hot under the sun, although as the hovercraft come in and the people of the main city come into view, quite a few are dressed in long pants and sleeves, their clothing worn and dirty from hours of hard labor. In wide open fields like these there are only a few groves of trees to park a hovercraft out of sight behind. It’s one of these far off groves the craft lands. It would be a shame to have to hoof it all the way into the city.
If you’re from the Capitol, this doesn’t apply, as they can land wherever is most convenient. For those in the rebel forces... well just be glad someone knew what to expect and has procured more than a few horses to carry you into town.
District Ten has always been overlooked by the Capitol. A large district by landmass alone, its people are perceived to be just as domestic as the livestock they tend to, so despite whatever political climate it may hold, rebellion is not seen as a concern here. Consequently, those on the rebellion’s side will find they’re the first ones on the scene.
They’re greeted by friendly, if not guarded, faces. These are people who stick to their own community, their own families, but they’re not an unfriendly group. They know who you are and why you’re here. They’ve said for ages that the Capitol needed to go down, that something ought to be done about Snow and his Games, but no one ever paid them any mind. Probably because all that talk may be there, but it’s only ever been that. No one expects an uprising from the countryfolk.
Being so laid back, there's really not much in the way of graffiti. No one particularly has anything to say that has been said and shrugged off. One might hear laughs and mutters about the compliance video or a morose mention of Bison and the call to fight. There are also others pointing out that this is just the way things work.
Even the peacekeeping forces here are limited and laid back, not nearly as strict as might be found in other districts, but they are still there, so it’s best to keep your heads down as you move through the town.
As for how the Capitol forces are greeted upon their arrival, well, that all depends on how successful those rebels are.
The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.
for Albert Heinrich
Seeing Albert was like seeing a ghost. This was an all-too-familiar feeling. When his headaches returned at the start of this operation, so did his visions, and the people he knew in them.
"Albert human? Hey, get over here."
He'd thought about keeping his prophecies to himself, but that would be like denying part of who he was. Even if Albert pulled a Signless in the space arena and discounted the whole thing, he still had to tell him. (And if Albert was under the influence of the Capitol and attacked him, he could pick him up with his brain and see how far a cyborg could fly.)
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Life is much easier when you can just point and shoot, but it's rarely ever that simple.
"Psionic?" He doesn't elongate the I sound, too tired to worry overmuch about proper speech. He does static his internal transmitter though; the Capitol doesn't need to hear this conversation. "Good to see you alive."
Or, good that Albert's alive to see him. In war, it's the same difference.
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"Yeah, I, um, can't really thay the thame for you. I've got thome bad newth."
No use twiddling his claws about it. Psii, too, didn't much care for secrets and mind games.
"You're going to die. It'll be methy, confuthing, not pretty. Thorry, I don't have much more than that. Thometimeth the vithionth aren't tho clear."
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Once he does figure out what Psiioniic's said to him, he can't even muster up the will to be surprised or upset as he supposes the Troll expects him to be, what with the apologizing. "I see."
Yup. That's it. Acknowledgement and nothing more.
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"Well don't break down crying or anything." He scratched his ear awkwardly. "Either you're the hardened tholdier type who doethn't even like thneezing in front of someone, or you jutht don't believe me. Don't worry, I'm uthed to that. Blow off the guy who theeth the future, thure, it'th not like anyone careth if they die," he rambled morosely.
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He shrugs and turns back to the Troll, having to look up to speak face to face. "I do believe you, I've just made peace with it already. What's left is if I can use it to an advantage."
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"I wish I could be more helpful. I'm trying to remember detailth without fucking it up.... Thethe vithionth come to me without warning all jumbled up, it'th not like I have time to prepare. I mean, I could be in the middle of taking a shit, or thome other more enjoyable activity. Let'th thee.... There wath lotth of green, but it wathn't grath. It wath everywhere. Couldn't thee for shit.... Wow, that'th vague. Thorry."
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Wait, no, Humans do that too. Sometimes he forgets, being from another time.
"I appreciate the warning, though. Maybe I can use this." How he's not entirely at liberty to say. It sounds too much like choosing suicide that way.