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thearena2015-12-14 11:58 am
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2015-12-14 11:58 am
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 7.
Where| District 7.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
The forest goes on for miles, a great green, snowy, and towering sea unbroken by the influence of man, at least until the city is reached, parts of the forest cut away around it. It's a city that's come to much ruin as the elements have taken over most of what once was Calgary, but some of the buildings have been converted into lumber mills, the giant saws buzzing loud. A few mills even have a man made river running by them to help run smooth and transport materials, the water's current keeping it from freezing just yet. The river runs into a massive and beautiful lake that's frozen over to the opposite side of the river's mouth, the ice thinner the further one gets from shore.
Posters of Clara and Emily have been put up around the District but some only half-way as the war broke out and parts were lost to the elements. Still more have been defaced, scratching out the lines Peace is the brightest star on the tree. The phrase We can make this our Panem can be seen around, but those too have been blotted out in other areas, sometimes with a note that the offworlders don't belong here. Tiny snowmen faintly resembling Karkat and Wyatt stand around, made by the young and hurried hands of certain residents here.
Much of the homes are log cabins, but a few have been made out of overturned train-cars and trucks. Throughout the open paths, Snow has been piled up to build icy blockades, protecting the buildings and their people, while trenches in the middle of the roads give Districters a vantage point to fight from.
But there is no better vantage point than among the trees. With the cover of the foliage, soldiers, Peacekeepers, and Districters alike able to climb the trunks can sit up high and scope out their enemies, getting the drop well before they're ever even noticed. These people have lived rough, but they are stronger for it, not weaker, and they are largely in favor of the Tributes, grateful for the children that were saved. Much of rebellion has hidden within those woods. The rebels on top of the many wildlife creatures like moose, big cats, foxes and birds of prey, make it a treacherous walk for Peacekeepers.
That in itself is another thing everyone will notice; there are a lot of Peacekeepers here. In District seven, most peacekeepers are the best of the best. Capitol-soldiers will be in no short supply of backup, even despite the District's rebelliousness. Rebels will need to step light no matter what they're doing; the Peacekeepers can be a little trigger happy.
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 7.
Where| District 7.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
The forest goes on for miles, a great green, snowy, and towering sea unbroken by the influence of man, at least until the city is reached, parts of the forest cut away around it. It's a city that's come to much ruin as the elements have taken over most of what once was Calgary, but some of the buildings have been converted into lumber mills, the giant saws buzzing loud. A few mills even have a man made river running by them to help run smooth and transport materials, the water's current keeping it from freezing just yet. The river runs into a massive and beautiful lake that's frozen over to the opposite side of the river's mouth, the ice thinner the further one gets from shore.
Posters of Clara and Emily have been put up around the District but some only half-way as the war broke out and parts were lost to the elements. Still more have been defaced, scratching out the lines Peace is the brightest star on the tree. The phrase We can make this our Panem can be seen around, but those too have been blotted out in other areas, sometimes with a note that the offworlders don't belong here. Tiny snowmen faintly resembling Karkat and Wyatt stand around, made by the young and hurried hands of certain residents here.
Much of the homes are log cabins, but a few have been made out of overturned train-cars and trucks. Throughout the open paths, Snow has been piled up to build icy blockades, protecting the buildings and their people, while trenches in the middle of the roads give Districters a vantage point to fight from.
But there is no better vantage point than among the trees. With the cover of the foliage, soldiers, Peacekeepers, and Districters alike able to climb the trunks can sit up high and scope out their enemies, getting the drop well before they're ever even noticed. These people have lived rough, but they are stronger for it, not weaker, and they are largely in favor of the Tributes, grateful for the children that were saved. Much of rebellion has hidden within those woods. The rebels on top of the many wildlife creatures like moose, big cats, foxes and birds of prey, make it a treacherous walk for Peacekeepers.
That in itself is another thing everyone will notice; there are a lot of Peacekeepers here. In District seven, most peacekeepers are the best of the best. Capitol-soldiers will be in no short supply of backup, even despite the District's rebelliousness. Rebels will need to step light no matter what they're doing; the Peacekeepers can be a little trigger happy.
The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.
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When she sees the Peacekeepers starting on one of her own Tributes, however, she knows she can't let that go. She makes a b-line for them, pulling Ruffnut up by the arm and pushing the girl behind her, so that she's shielding her from the Peacekeepers with her own body.
"It's all right, Officers. I'll take it from here. I was this poor girl's Mentor back in the Games, and know how to deal with her."
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"Deal with me!? Deal with them! Hemlock's uncle didn't even do anything why are we trying to force him outta his house? If they handle him the way we've been handling everyone else it'll probably break his dusty old bones!"
The peacekeepers seemed to accept Emily's words though and were moving back to the door to pound on it with their fists and prepare to break it down if the old man didn't comply.
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"I'm not leaving him. He's already lost everything else!" She jerked her arm free.
"What is any of this even doing for the people? It's like we're the ones attacking not the rebels!"
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Annnd wait for Haruto, then Emily can tag again then Ruffnut
They were lighting his house on fire. They were gonna burn him alive!!!
Actually what they were doing was using smoke to try and blind him so when they finished breaking the door down he'd be easier to subdue but that's not what Ruffnut saw. What she saw was a man who had lost everything, the family of a girl she had tried to protect and failed.
Everything that was wrong with this world wrapped up in a little package. The strong bullying the weak and not even making it funny or entertaining. Just...mean.
She didn't have anything witty to say about it either she just growled in anger and cast a parting glance at Emily.
"I'm sorry."
After everything they'd been through and all their talks it had come to this. Emily trying to protect her and Ruffnut not wanting protection. She jerked away and rushed the peacekeepers again startling them as she launched into one knocking him into another and causing a scrambling tussle as they flailed an punched and kicked at one another. The padded armor soaked up a lot of the damage but they had their helmets on and she didn't.