Wear a necklace of rope, Side by side with me.

[etcircenses]

Who| All those on the breakout mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 4.
Where| District 4.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.

The ocean is a calm clear beauty only for a short while. Storm clouds loom on the horizon, dark and massive beasts prowl quickly forward and growing size. The waves grow higher and higher over time, crashing violent upon rock, dock, and shore alike. One wrong slip, and the ocean may very will claim you for its own, war be damned.

The once bright and friendly tourist city and pier is on total lockdown. The businesses (curios shops, restaurants, and even games and rides) have closed their doors and barred them with wood. One of the hotels has been turned into the Capitol-soldier boarding and war room, a refuge for Peacekeepers in the new uprising.

Said Peacekeepers are struggling here, quicker to react due to the nature of the District's people. There is an overwhelming amount of rebels here, perhaps even the entirety of the District. Many of them, as comes from being a former career District, know how to fight, make traps, and generally outlast their opponents. Capitol soldiers will be stretched thin trying to help the Peacekeepers settle this District's ire. The people of District four want vengeance.

Everywhere beyond the tourist's city is rebel territory. Propoganda is rampant here. It's greatest control is the weather washing it away. Yet still words can be seen such as in the face of adversity; stand together! and TO BRAVERY! and Time's up, Capitol.

The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.

Comments

for Signless

[biiowiired]

With the storm and the delicate nature of this operation, Psii's powers only came in handy when throwing Capitol soldiers off the offending vessel. The poison canisters were still better taken by hand, instead of picking up the ship like a toy and shaking everything out of it, tempting though that was. The point was not to dump poison in the sea.

There was another reason not to be ham-handed about this: Signless was on that boat.

"Oh my God could you possibly be in a worthe plathe! It'th like you want to give me an aneurythm!" he shouted above the storm, spitting rain and salt. His voice trailed and broke in the wind like a ribbon.

Signless on a boat always went so well, even when Signless was on the right side and in his right mind. Anything could happen. Psii wasn't sure if he was ready to have his heart broken a second time with his death, but luckily he hadn't had any visions. In a flurry of red and blue, Psii zipped closer to Signless past flying bullets and ducked behind some crates. This mission was going to be a precarious one.

"Pleathe tell me you're not here in the most dangerouth plathe to make thome grand thelf-thacrifithe, that'th all I need to turn thith into a wash." He considered a moment. "That, and horrible water punth." He hated the ocean.

[69problems]

Haha. Wash. That was exactly what this battle needed, some well-timed levity. Signless would haved laughed except he was pretty sure more seawater went down his throat every time he opened his mouth. For once, he was in a situation where he was voluntarily keeping his sentences short.

"I'm not! Nobody is getting sacrificed tonight, I promise."

He wiped his hair out of his eyes; it was just long enough that, when wet, it obscured his vision something awful. This was going to be an adventure, he could tell already. And yet there was something exhilarating about doing something for ... well, not the right side, but the side he was on the whole less morally opposed to. Even if he didn't agree with everything Thirteen stood for, he could certainly get behind the spirit of this particular mission.

[biiowiired]

"Oh yeah, like you on a boat ith already thuch a great idea," he carped, struggling to speak and concentrate on shoving the right crates aside with his brain, preventing the wrong ones from falling in the water, and also not getting both their heads crushed by debris. As the ship rocked in the storm, he braced his feet against the railing to stop himself from going over.

"How about nextht time you get on a boat, try shouting at the thtorm to calm the fuck down firtht," he shouted over the wind, spitting brine.

Psii himself was not calm at all, but he had accepted this state of mind as his fate. He conjured up glowing red and blue here and there to shield them both from bullets and the worst of the storm, but, as he feared, that drew the attention of Capitol soldiers. He tossed the nearest ones overboard.

"Should I have thrown them farther?"

[69problems]

"I don't think it matters in this storm," Signless admitted, pushing with his shoulder the crates Psii's powers weren't already taking care of. His method was a little rougher, a little less far-reaching, but Psii couldn't possibly handle everything. Neither could Signless. They worked best as a duo, something his companion would no doubt appreciate if he wasn't so preoccupied.

"They'll knock themselves out on the side of the boat before they manage to get back on board."

A crate skidded across the wet deck and he braced himself. It slammed into his shoulder and pushed him a foot back but if Signless had one saving grace it was being solid. He didn't go overboard and neither did the box.