Panem Events (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
etcircenses) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.
Emily Finch | OTA
She'd been asked to go in with the Peacekeepers to advise, as someone who knows Seven well. Emily had found exactly the frosty reception she'd expected, woodcutters giving her steely glares and her former childhood friends and classmates barely keeping any civility in their tone at all. All it would take was one word from her and they'd be arrested and dragged off by Peacekeepers, and Emily's a little disgusted to find that she likes the feeling of power that knowledge gives her. She reminds herself that she's here to restore order, nothing more. She refuses to allow herself to become even a fraction of the tyrant of a Peacekeeper she'd seen torturing the citizens that day so long ago, that almost felt as though she was remembering someone else's memories when she thought about it now.
The snow crunches underfoot as she makes her way through forests and villages and mining camps, informing the Peacekeepers who escort her about the pro or anti-Capitol sentiment in the various parts of the District as they pass through. More than once she sees the poster of herself that the Rebels put up, and looks away awkwardly until her escorts remove all traces of it, conflicted feelings rising up in her once again.
b) Emily's house in the Victor's Village
The house she'd been given by the Capitol after winning her Games stands a little way away from the settlement, and Emily had always relished the quiet here. Today, though, the shouts and blasts echo through the Victor's Village, even if it isn't in the immediate firing line at the moment. Emily peers nervously out of the windows, then sets about gathering up what personal belongings she can carry. She hasn't seen her family once. She's not sure if they're in hiding for being related to a turncoat who'd sold out to the Capitol, or if they're out there on the rebel lines.
c) Field Hospital
Her head was still pounding as she came round, her ears still ringing. She vaguely remembered being pulled out of the rubble of her house, remembered the smoke and flames and shattering glass. She's not sure how long she's been out, the world around her slowly coming back into focus, the searing pain all down her right side making her cry out.
c
He spots her in bed in the midst of meeting the wounded, and for a moment nearly doesn't recognize her, out of context and place as she is. Then she vocalizes her pain, and he makes a beeline for her bedside, his hand falling on her arm, then her cheek in an attempt to have her meet his eyes.
"Emily," he says, his tone both commanding and laced with concern. "Emily, look at me. What happened?"
no subject
"No," she murmurs, eyes rolling back as she tries to focus on the ceiling, which swims before her in her vision. "No, you're not here."
no subject
no subject
"And here I was the one warning you about coming out to the front. Maybe I should have listened to my own advice."
no subject
The brief humor dropping from his expression, he asks, "Do you remember what happened? I could ask someone, but--"
no subject
no subject
"I'll try to find out where she is for you. I'm so sorry. I'm just--I'm glad to see you."
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Maybe your home is in the future, she'd told him. Hers would have to be, too.
Perhaps it's her childishness that incites the gesture from him, grounded in a desire to protect. Perhaps it's a consequence of loss taking a familiar face, like the comrades he'd suffered alongside. Whatever it is, he finds himself leaning in and gently placing his arms around her, careful not to put pressure on her wounds.
no subject
"You'll look after them for me, won't you?"