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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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Jet shook his head again, this time confusion warring with the concern. "What is it you think they got on you? What is it that's got you eating out of their palm when I know you're stronger and better than that?"
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So why does he hesitate to take off running? Why does his spear, his weapon and extension of the self for the man, fall to the ground?
"They let me live when by all means I should've been culled, that's what they have on me. What does the Rebellion offer in return?"
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"The rebellion gives me freedom." He says it with the strength of a fact. It wasn't perfect, but it was a chance to fight for the only thing he'd ever fought for. "That's all I've ever wanted in life and every time some jackass group tries to take it away from me, I'm gonna fight tooth and nail to keep it. What about you, pal? You even know what it's like to be free?"
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He'd rather fight Jet at the moment and not face up to the fact that the Capitol wouldn't protect his family and everything they fed him was a lie. But Cora caught the smell of cyanide in the wine the Capitol had him drink every day since he was born thanks to Jet. He had to give them a show and make sure he wouldn't be captured.
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But those unintended steps back were what he needed to 'escape' and make it seem like he was out of Cora's reach for his sake...and too much of a bother for Jet's own. He didn't want to face any prying questions about his relationship with the previous victor just because he didn't try and take him in.
"This isn't over, Leo. We'll see which of us's right eventually." It was said for posturing as much as it was true. He wasn't going to stop fighting to get his friend on the right side, but today wasn';t the day for that battle. For both of their sakes, he needed to get himself out of there.
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"I will have your wings on my wall," he said as he crumpled down in what seemed crippling pain. Such an exaggerated threat, but only for the viewers at home. Peacekeepers heard the commotion and began to close into their position.
Run for the love of Panem RUN