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thearena2016-02-22 01:51 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2016-02-22 01:51 pm
Where a dead man called out for his love to flee.
Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 10.
Where| District 10.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
Fields of grass are all that can be seen in any direction for at least an hour while the hovercraft come in. These fields are broken only by the occasional color change (marking different kinds of grass and even the occasional wheat field) and a farmstead every now and again. It’s easy to see that the animals here far outnumber the people as it’s more likely to see a grazing horse or cow or even something stranger like llamas and elephant before one would ever notice a human being. The temperature is mild in this season, not too cool in the shade and not too hot under the sun, although as the hovercraft come in and the people of the main city come into view, quite a few are dressed in long pants and sleeves, their clothing worn and dirty from hours of hard labor. In wide open fields like these there are only a few groves of trees to park a hovercraft out of sight behind. It’s one of these far off groves the craft lands. It would be a shame to have to hoof it all the way into the city.
If you’re from the Capitol, this doesn’t apply, as they can land wherever is most convenient. For those in the rebel forces... well just be glad someone knew what to expect and has procured more than a few horses to carry you into town.
District Ten has always been overlooked by the Capitol. A large district by landmass alone, its people are perceived to be just as domestic as the livestock they tend to, so despite whatever political climate it may hold, rebellion is not seen as a concern here. Consequently, those on the rebellion’s side will find they’re the first ones on the scene.
They’re greeted by friendly, if not guarded, faces. These are people who stick to their own community, their own families, but they’re not an unfriendly group. They know who you are and why you’re here. They’ve said for ages that the Capitol needed to go down, that something ought to be done about Snow and his Games, but no one ever paid them any mind. Probably because all that talk may be there, but it’s only ever been that. No one expects an uprising from the countryfolk.
Being so laid back, there's really not much in the way of graffiti. No one particularly has anything to say that has been said and shrugged off. One might hear laughs and mutters about the compliance video or a morose mention of Bison and the call to fight. There are also others pointing out that this is just the way things work.
Even the peacekeeping forces here are limited and laid back, not nearly as strict as might be found in other districts, but they are still there, so it’s best to keep your heads down as you move through the town.
As for how the Capitol forces are greeted upon their arrival, well, that all depends on how successful those rebels are.
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 10.
Where| District 10.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
Fields of grass are all that can be seen in any direction for at least an hour while the hovercraft come in. These fields are broken only by the occasional color change (marking different kinds of grass and even the occasional wheat field) and a farmstead every now and again. It’s easy to see that the animals here far outnumber the people as it’s more likely to see a grazing horse or cow or even something stranger like llamas and elephant before one would ever notice a human being. The temperature is mild in this season, not too cool in the shade and not too hot under the sun, although as the hovercraft come in and the people of the main city come into view, quite a few are dressed in long pants and sleeves, their clothing worn and dirty from hours of hard labor. In wide open fields like these there are only a few groves of trees to park a hovercraft out of sight behind. It’s one of these far off groves the craft lands. It would be a shame to have to hoof it all the way into the city.
If you’re from the Capitol, this doesn’t apply, as they can land wherever is most convenient. For those in the rebel forces... well just be glad someone knew what to expect and has procured more than a few horses to carry you into town.
District Ten has always been overlooked by the Capitol. A large district by landmass alone, its people are perceived to be just as domestic as the livestock they tend to, so despite whatever political climate it may hold, rebellion is not seen as a concern here. Consequently, those on the rebellion’s side will find they’re the first ones on the scene.
They’re greeted by friendly, if not guarded, faces. These are people who stick to their own community, their own families, but they’re not an unfriendly group. They know who you are and why you’re here. They’ve said for ages that the Capitol needed to go down, that something ought to be done about Snow and his Games, but no one ever paid them any mind. Probably because all that talk may be there, but it’s only ever been that. No one expects an uprising from the countryfolk.
Being so laid back, there's really not much in the way of graffiti. No one particularly has anything to say that has been said and shrugged off. One might hear laughs and mutters about the compliance video or a morose mention of Bison and the call to fight. There are also others pointing out that this is just the way things work.
Even the peacekeeping forces here are limited and laid back, not nearly as strict as might be found in other districts, but they are still there, so it’s best to keep your heads down as you move through the town.
As for how the Capitol forces are greeted upon their arrival, well, that all depends on how successful those rebels are.
The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.
Closed to Clara Murphy
He heard intel that Clara was being shipped to her representing District to help in the effort. This was make or break...and he left her a trail of breadcrumbs that led to an abandoned farm he could hide out while the fighting took place. If she made it here, they could finally reunite.
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And then there was that tiny selfish reason: that maybe James would connect the dots and she'd be able to see him again. Even with his train confession, she couldn't squash those feelings down, even though she'd tried for both their sakes.
Finding an excuse to get away from the field hospital she was helping man was the hardest part, it took some well placed lies and mentions of how it was a goodwill mission while she was on the ground here. If nothing else, she could try to lay some seeds of good will towards the Capitol, try to remind District 10 that the Capitol truly did care (a lie, it was all a lie, but it was a lie that fell in perfectly with their goals).
She approached the farm with caution, trying to make sure that 1) she hadn't been followed and 2) this wasn't some sort of trap planted by the Capitol to prove that she was disloyal. She tried not to think about what had happened so that this farm was abandoned in the first place, and proceeded on, eventually peering through the barn door. "Are you still here?"
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"Yeah, I'm here..." he spoke up as more life returned to his voice. He carefully made his way out of his enclosure. The only thing he had left from the Capitol had to be his token and the worn out green jacket he had since his trip to Silent Hill. Everything else was the meager scraps of armor the Rebellion had at their disposal. As proof of his own peaceful intentions, he tossed the handgun and the salvaged steel pipe he'd been using for a while now.
"Oh God, you're safe," Sunderland nearly rushed towards her before he remembered that he had confessed his part in his wife's death. As much as he wanted to kiss her, embrace her, he didn't know where he stood with Clara.
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There are a number of emotions that were swirling around inside her when she saw him, and yes, rage and disgust at what he had done were traces in that maelstrom, but nothing more than traces. Because, as she had on the train, she still understood that people do terrible things in desperate situations. The verbal confirmation from him alone is enough to make her tuck the knife she had out back into its sheath on her hip (something given to her by a CO along with a standard issue handgun and a joke about how good she was with blades in the Arenas. The joke had gotten a weak smile and a nervous laugh from her). The weapons, both tucked away, but visible on her pristine combat medic uniform stay sheathed and holstered, while she dropped her medical bag as she approached.
There were tears pricking at her eyes, there were a million things that she wanted to say. While there were traces of negative thoughts and feelings towards his actions, those weren't at the forefront, instead something else far more powerful was as she ran towards him before wrapping herself around him in an embrace. "I could say the same for you." It wasn't that she exactly distrusted the Rebellion or 13, but she had no clue what was going on there. "I've missed you so much." In some ways she's dreaded this moment, both because of James's revelations on the train and the fact that she was so certain that she'd feel guilty about being reunited with him instead of being reunited with Alex. All those fears and worries were unfounded and in this moment, her husband is miles away from being on her mind, as if she had finally embraced not only James, but the fact that (at least in Panem) he was her future.
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He cupped her face in his hands as a rare but truly happy smile formed along his lips. Sunderland was looking gaunt, food was becoming scarce in Thirteen but he was doing what he felt was right. He felt alive and all he needed was an answer to a question that he'd been wanting to ask.
"The Capitol has you under their grip, doesn't it? There's no way you can run away with me to Thirteen, right?" He wants to know if this will be their only chance to be together, and when they exit this farm, they will have to part ways and claim the other is a monster. Sunderland doesn't blame Clara if she has to do this because in this small space, there is no one else in the world.
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The smile on her face faded just the slightest bit at the mention of the Capitol. "It isn't that simple," she said softly. She wished it was, that she could just run off with him to District 13 and support a cause that she could actually believe in to a point. "The people I work with are kind, but misguided. If I come with you, they'll pay for it." Not to mention that she had a number of friends in the Capitol that could come to harm if she were to rebel. Or that they could finally make good on their threats and drag David or Alex into this and she couldn't let that happen. "I can't do that to them, no matter how much I love you."
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His heart still fluttered at her love for him, he knew he didn't deserve it, selfishly relished in it. "I understand," James simply stated before kissing her soft lips once more. "We'll just have to make the, uh, most out of this moment then."
Was it an invitation to fool around, a tawdry culmination of their emotional tug-of-war? Or was it a chance to hold her in the hay, and pretend that the war wasn't happening. As sexually repressed as James was, he cherished touch and words far more now.
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There's a part of Clara that wanted nothing more than to give in to her most base desires, to give in to the fact that it's been...well, a while since she last had sex, longer than she really wanted to think about. But more than that, it's that she had always been a very tactile person, that she's spent her time in the Capitol longing for someone to just hold her, to touch someone and feel a real connection with them.
For once she couldn't find any words, so she instead reached up, running her thumb over his cheekbone and taking this opportunity to really look at him and memorize every detail of his face before rising up on her tiptoes to kiss him again, pressing her lithe body against his own.
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For James, to love Clara was an exercise in hope and acceptance, to let her go and make the choices without her fearing consequences. It was also a chance to rekindle his own needs in a more productive way. He doesn't ask with words but merely touches, as he lets his hands fall on her hips, unafraid. He's been going cold on that front for a while too, if the town of silenced spirits had to show for it.