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 Harley

[biiowiired]

After finishing a mission on the ocean, Psii listened to his better instincts and returned to land where he belonged. Salt and the smell of the sea still clung to his hair, as troublesome as a sea dweller bounty hunter. He hated it. There was a sorry sight, a motley crew of humans defending their shitty piece of shore with soporific incendiaries and rusty spears. Psii picked up a group of Peacekeepers with his brain and lobbed them into the ocean as easy as blinking. He was about to continue this method of operation when he spotted a familiar figure topped with yellow hair.

At first it seemed like she was simply being an agent of chaos, as clowns do. But then, as Psii flew cautiously behind some cover and peaked around it, he realized that his moirail was terrified out of her mind. She was every bit the coordinated athlete, but she was panicking. Psii's stomach committed mutiny and free-fell into his shoes. Not again, he couldn't take another of his dearest friends being mind-controlled. Psii felt the instinct to kill whoever was shooting bubble up and fill his vision with blood, but, unfortunately, those were his allies. Psii put Harley before them, but all the same, he didn't want to kill them.

He closed his mouth where his teeth had been bared, and the murder that had so easily entered his heart dissipated. He had to pacify her instead, somehow. He wasn't very good at this. Usually it was he who was doing the freaking out.

"Harley," he said, trying to steady his voice, wondering if the rebels would mistake him for a traitor for not attacking her. He threw up a shield of sparking red and blue psi just in case, hoping the measure of power he was given could stop bullets. "It'th me. Come over here. We'll talk thith out."

And here I am weeks late

[revvinguptheharley]

It's a good thing he thought to put the shield up because her first reaction was not favorable. Flying enemies was something she had not been watching out for during her wild spray of bullets.

"GAH!!!" She shrieked and turned both her guns on him twisting to face him and doing a sort of awkward hop to try and regain her footing. A loose rock caught her heel and she tumbled backwards having to drop her guns to catch herself on her hands performing a frantic backflip and landing on bent knee.

"P-Psii?" She gasped as recognition caught up with her fear and suddenly her own stomach was sent into battle against itself. It twisted up in knots as Capitol conditioning told her she had to be scared of him. She had to kill him! He was going to kill her! Even as a quiet almost smothered voice tried to remind Harleen of his commitment to her the alarm bells ringing in her ears made her spring for the guns she had dropped.

Re: And here I am weeks late

[biiowiired]

Her tumble might have been endearing, if she wasn't also trying to pump him full of lead.

"No, thtop!"

He wasn't sure if he was yelling at her or her enemies. This was what a moirail was supposed to do, stop the other from unnecessary carnage. But that was a little difficult when his blood pusher was breaking at this sight. Red and blue surrounded her guns, and he flicked them into the sea. He half stumbled towards her across the sand, arms out and palms up.

"Shoosh, Harley, I'm here and we're thafe. Come into my shield."

Well, it was worth a try.

And here I am even more late

[revvinguptheharley]

Hitting the ground on all fours she scrambled kicking up sand and dirt as she turned into him throwing herself at her Moirail screaming like a frightened cat. What was she even doing? This was ridiculous she was mostly unarmed!

Mostly at least because there were still some bombs strapped to her belt and a hammer hanging from a holster at her back. Much smaller then her usual mallet.

"You need to go away!" She begged. "Go away forever!!!"

herpaderp one day i will actually be reliable

[biiowiired]

"You know I can't do that," he said hoarsely, seaweed trailing his boots. He reached out for her, noting but otherwise not caring what other weapons she might be packing. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around her and pap her face.

He was no soldier. He could not consciously divorce himself from a task and just subdue her without feeling. Most fights, he acted on impulse or desperation. He was fast and powerful, but he lacked discipline.