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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.
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He looks around them to make sure they're not going to be overheard.
"Not all rebellion is loud and direct, nor is it all grand gestures. Sometimes it's not acting when you could, or looking the other way. Sometimes it's finding the loopholes to allow for what you want to do versus what they want you to do." He sets aside the rag and looks at her wound again to make certain it's not going to give her any more trouble before she can get it fixed properly.
"I'm told to go out there and protect the Capitol's interests in the Districts, when we come to these things. I do actually do that, but it's in the way of rescuing people. Civilians just trying to get through their lives, Peacekeepers who are just doing their job because they were ordered to, the same as us. That's in the Capitol's interest; moreso, to my mind, than shooting some people on a battlefield." He places a careful piece of the electrical tape to seal up the cut in her skin, hoping its not so advanced that it will cause some issues in removal later. If anything it'll just smart coming off. "It isn't easy, but it's better than the alternative."
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But that's not what Albert means, she realizes. He means the opposite if anything. She considers that as she examines the area where Albert's applied the tape, picking at the ripped clothing near it like she could tug it back into place. "I've never done that before. I...usually I had no reason, or it was hard just to keep within my orders at all." It's not a denial, but a signal that she's still processing the possibilities. "When what I want to do is prohibited by my orders, it's always a negotiation of sorts. Even what I had to do, earlier...I had to fight for so long."
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"Even if you weren't conscious of it, it's entirely possible you're fighting it just the same." He rises from the bench, wiping his hands on his pants and offering his hand down to her to help her up. A small smile catches his lips, genuine and tentative, looking for her approval. "At the very least please accept my apologies for my harsh words, and try not to be so hard on yourself."
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So she nods and takes his hand to stand up, and Luna means it when she says, "I'll do my best." She smiles, partly sincere and partly in self-deprecation. And...thank you, for apologizing and saying all this. You're not the only one who's told me not to be hard on myself, actually. I think maybe that's a sign."
wrap?
"I have other things to take care of for now, but get that treated by someone professional when you can." Things like dying, if Psiioniic is to be believed. And why wouldn't he be? This is a war after all. But if there's the smallest chance he won't come back, he wanted at least for Luna to know he regrets what was said, that he's trying to do better, even if he has to convince her as well that he was as wrong as he was.
"Take care of yourself, Luna."
Wrap!
That said, there are battles going on and people who need treating. Now that Luna's patched up for the time being, she really ought to get going. With one last goodbye she heads out in search of the infirmary and wherever else she'll be needed, still thinking of Albert's talk of rebellion in smaller ways. It won't be needed for now as long as her immediate goals match with the Capitol's needs, but maybe one day...