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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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But Snow doesn't buy it, he's sure. If he pays attention to one little archer, that is. And certainly he's not alone, despite all that he's tried.
Doesn't matter anyway. Clint knows the fight in his bones, and it doesn't belong to either the Capitol or the Rebellion. He fights because he has to, for the Districtors and what's left of his friends, for his Partner soaring above head and the family he's so painfully sure he's never seeing again. A little extra blood on his hands is a price he'll pay, easily. He's just a little bit unused to having someone at his back, after months without. Clint usually can see more than anyone, but he's just human.
The battle is chaos, thundering through his bones, tinnying in the wrecked hollows of his ears. Clint can fight with the best of them, but even a master assassin can be taken by surprise.
He doesn't hear the warning, faint to his ears, but he hears the explosion, feels the heat across his skin, spinning automatically in surprise. A fucking rookie move, but whatever. It's just in time to catch the shattering of metal through the air. Clint gets tossed, back hitting the dirt hard, dazed and breathless. For a moment, the ringing in his ears outweighs everything, and then he tries to breath, and near blacks out from the agony. One hand slips against the ground, the other gropes for his bow, and then he's near heaving with the ache, catching sight of the metal spiraling out of his abdomen. There's a smaller piece punched through his leg, and instinct has him reaching with trembling fingers, brushing against the heated metal, dazed, unthinkingly tuning out the battle around him.
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He just watched Jet get shot down along with him, despite his best efforts to stop it, there's no fucking way he's going to let the soldiers any where near his partner. Even if he has to take them out to do it.
Sam uses his wings as an extension of himself - he always has, five years without them didn't change that. He picked it right back up when he became an Avenger and again when he managed to steal his wing pack back from the Capitol, and he twirls as he lands, wings flashing when he deposits himself between them and Clint, instinctively bringing them up as a shield.
He can use the wings without his arms, but they're stronger and more precise if he puts that strength behind them. Which means he's pretty much weaponless at the moment, using the metal of his wings to block the bullets the soldiers are shooting at them, unless he wants to power his way through to smack them with the wings.
But he doesn't think it'll come to that. Sam'd spotted Clint going for his bow, and he trusts Clint to still be able to use it, despite the injuries he'd glimpsed. He doesn't shout don't pull the shrapnel out you dumbass like he probably would have if they were alone, doesn't tell Clint to shoot while Sam covers them - in battle, he trusts Clint's instincts enough to assume he'll just do it.