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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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He folds his wings in a little when he drops down a few feet in front of her, though he doesn't snap them in all the way.
"Hey," he greets, tone low but urgent. "I don't got time to explain, but I need you to come with me."
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He doesn't have time to explain, he says, but she's not certain that she wants to fly off with him without knowing what he's planning. She promised Kurloz that she would stay alive. If he's planning something reckless again, she can't in good conscience be a part of it. But she can't let him do whatever he's planning alone, either.
"That isn't part of my instructions," she points out, but she's certain that he knows that. "Where are we going?"
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"To someone looking for you." He's not willing to say Albert's name, or even give a location - if there's anyone watching them or listening in, they're gonna find out anyway when he takes Terezi there, but at least then Albert will hopefully have enough time to do whatever he needs to. There's no need to give them a head's up.
"Will you trust me?"
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But there's a number of other people that Sam could also mean. She doesn't want to get her hopes up so soon. She holds out for another moment or two before finally nodding. "Okay. Let's go--but not outside of the city." That was the limit that she was allowed this time. She doesn't think that she has to remind Sam why.
Her arms lift up, signaling that he has her permission to pick her up. She doesn't imagine that they'll be traveling on foot to wherever he's taking her.
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He can't go out of the city, either, not with the way they rigged his pack. He doesn't add that, though, just steps in to scoop her up and launches back into the air. It's not too far from them, fortunately, especially by flight, and it's not long before he's dropping down to land.
Like he'd done when first meeting Albert, he doesn't go right for the location - but he risks landing closer, because he wants to do this as quick as possible.
"Two blocks to the right," he mutters, moving quickly towards the rendezvous point that Albert'd set.
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"I can walk," she pipes up, squirming to be let down so that if they come upon any trouble, she can take care of herself. She doesn't need to weigh Sam down and have them both suffer for it. Not to mention it's considerably less suspicious than hauling her around like a bag of goods.
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"Ruining my dramatic entrance, snapdragon," he mutters to her as they move, but it's mostly absent. He's more focused on scanning for Albert, or any sign that they'd been followed.
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The grin turns softer when his white eyes take in her face. Even if she can't see the change, he hopes she can hear it in his voice. "I'm here to bring you home."
He doesn't mean 13, but she's a clever girl. He has no doubt she understands.
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I'm here to bring you home.
Suddenly, she's not sure if she's ready.
Terezi turns back towards Sam, a bit of helplessness in the way that her eyes are just a little too wide. It's only a momentary expression, as if she might find some answer with him, but she doesn't have the words to voice her concerns. She turns back to Albert, still looking a little distressed.
"You found a way to get this off?" She lifts her hand to the collar, touching it only very lightly.