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thearena2015-12-29 06:05 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2015-12-29 06:05 pm
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 1.
Where| District 1.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
The nearest to the Capitol in both relationship and location, District One is a sight to behold. Unlike the other districts where things are obviously poorer and dirtier, District One looks and feels like a smaller (and slightly cheaper) version of the Capitol. The architecture from the City Hall to the corner stores is Roman based and with the whole city built on the edge of a lake, it seems to glimmer when the sun hits it right. With half the goods to be found in One based on precious jewels and metals, the shops hold their own kind of glimmer in the windows.
This is the prime vacationing spot for wealthy Capitolites and the place looks the part.
Unlike in some areas, this may be the only place outside the Capitol where someone might suspect the war isn’t happening. The Capitol doesn’t want it’s citizens thinking there’s something to be concerned about and it’s clear in the way there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong at all, the only noticeable difference is the Peacekeepers. Previously laid back and generally unconcerned with their routes, are now more attentive, keeping watch for anything or anyone undesired.
Those soldiers from the Capitol will notice they receive plenty of smiles and hellos and general niceties one might expect from a district sitting in the palm of the Capitol. However, the real note that shows that perhaps not everything is as it seems on the surface is in the way the citizens look at the rebels. Although disguised, the people of District One know a Capitol tool when they see one and they know when they’re looking at someone who doesn’t fit that image. And yet, nothing comes of it. There’s a flash, a look of knowing in their faces, but they smile and give hellos to the rebels as well, as though they’re aware of what might be going on and simply refuse to lift a finger to change it.
And why should they? Luxury does not always buy compliance. Still, it would be wise to tread lightly no matter which side you’re on. Things aren't always as the seem. And it would seem there are many marks of both sides here. Goodness and Peace can be seen, sometimes with a question mark beside it. There are those who wear red wrist cuffs for Haruto and some with jade green dots under their eyes. There are bigger, bolder images of Quintus and Beck seen around. On one wall, a painting of Emily and Beck's hands together can be seen. A home-made banner on one house proclaims this is our home.
The war is starting, 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 1.
Where| District 1.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
The nearest to the Capitol in both relationship and location, District One is a sight to behold. Unlike the other districts where things are obviously poorer and dirtier, District One looks and feels like a smaller (and slightly cheaper) version of the Capitol. The architecture from the City Hall to the corner stores is Roman based and with the whole city built on the edge of a lake, it seems to glimmer when the sun hits it right. With half the goods to be found in One based on precious jewels and metals, the shops hold their own kind of glimmer in the windows.
This is the prime vacationing spot for wealthy Capitolites and the place looks the part.
Unlike in some areas, this may be the only place outside the Capitol where someone might suspect the war isn’t happening. The Capitol doesn’t want it’s citizens thinking there’s something to be concerned about and it’s clear in the way there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong at all, the only noticeable difference is the Peacekeepers. Previously laid back and generally unconcerned with their routes, are now more attentive, keeping watch for anything or anyone undesired.
Those soldiers from the Capitol will notice they receive plenty of smiles and hellos and general niceties one might expect from a district sitting in the palm of the Capitol. However, the real note that shows that perhaps not everything is as it seems on the surface is in the way the citizens look at the rebels. Although disguised, the people of District One know a Capitol tool when they see one and they know when they’re looking at someone who doesn’t fit that image. And yet, nothing comes of it. There’s a flash, a look of knowing in their faces, but they smile and give hellos to the rebels as well, as though they’re aware of what might be going on and simply refuse to lift a finger to change it.
And why should they? Luxury does not always buy compliance. Still, it would be wise to tread lightly no matter which side you’re on. Things aren't always as the seem. And it would seem there are many marks of both sides here. Goodness and Peace can be seen, sometimes with a question mark beside it. There are those who wear red wrist cuffs for Haruto and some with jade green dots under their eyes. There are bigger, bolder images of Quintus and Beck seen around. On one wall, a painting of Emily and Beck's hands together can be seen. A home-made banner on one house proclaims this is our home.
The war is starting, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.
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Ermac seems to blink out of existence, only to reappear behind Ellis, charging into him shoulder-first as he does so. Before Ellis can hit the ground, Ermac fires off three weaker blasts of spirit energy in quick succession; he has no wish to do any permanent damage to the man he still thinks of as a sort of ally.
"We fight for Outworld, as we always have."
To suggest he had any sense of loyalty to Panem was an insult.
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Though weaker than what Ermac could unleash, the mechanic was clearly unused to the idea and immediately yelled in pain as every hit sent him flying towards the ground. He coughed a bit as he tried to raise himself up from the soft ground.
"Duly noted...an' I'm fightin' for the people this place took from me," it was only fair that an ally got the truth. El was fighting for the right to choose to stay and revenge for Nick and his friends, lost in combat.
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He grabs Ellis by the collar and throws him. His target isn't random, however; if he can drive their fight in just the right direction, he knows of a blind spot not too far away. The Capitol believed they had control of him, and it suited him to play along for now.
"Be warned, boy. Vengeance can consume your very soul."
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Get up close and personal, away from the peacekeepers, rushed through El's head, What do you need to tell me that you'd risk getting seen?
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Still, he makes sure to pull his punches as he directs the 'fight' toward the blind spot. Once they're safely out of sight of onlookers and cameras, Ermac immediately drops his fighting stance.
"Is vengeance truly your only motivation?"
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"I'm fightin' for my right to be here an' make sure no more kids hafta suffer the Hunger Games. My world's pretty fucked up now, an' I dunno if my friends will ever come back, but them's the breaks. It ain't right, for the Capitol t' just yank people outta their worlds," he explained as best he could given the euphoria of having powers in the first place.
"Why y'all ask?"
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He raises a brow.
"You wish to remain here rather than return to your realm?"
He couldn't imagine wanting to just stay in an alien realm. Black had chosen to live in Outworld, of course, but he was a mercernary. It didn't matter what realm he preferred; he'd go wherever he was paid to be. Ellis, however, didn't have the makings of a mercenary, and the Rebellion hadn't offered to pay any of them.
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As morose as the words were, they were the honest truth. He would rather be in Panem, where he knows people aren't exposed to the Green Flu than keep spreading it onto unsuspecting colonies forged from scraps of old cities.
"If I find Black Tom Cassidy, that's the only man I will ever kill outta spite for wha' he did to my friend."
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"Then carry out your vengeance. We will see you in District 13 soon."
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He's seen the Capitol up their ante, they're getting even more vicious than before and innocent lives don't deserve to be at risk for what amounts to a temper tantrum in a massive playground.
"Shall we resume our showboatin'?"
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He adopts a fighting stance again, but his tone clearly says that he means for this to be more of a friendly fight rather than real combat. He'd always felt most alive when he was fighting, and sparring was his equivalent of playing.
He launched himself at Ellis, backhanding him with a combination of his own strength and a burst of soul energy. He knows from experience that the blow is enough to send a man flying, and it does indeed send Ellis flying out of the blind spot.
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"Fuckin' ow," he hissed under his breath, before he tipped his hat towards the crowd, "Excuse me y'all but there's a nation t' liberate!"
El knows the power of image and the swashbuckling rebel is a much more palatable concept for the undecided people than the nameless grunts the Peacekeepers behaved like.