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thearena2016-03-28 11:13 am
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2016-03-28 11:13 am
Wear a necklace of rope, Side by side with me.
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.
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.
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"You just need to breath Kurloz. Just breath in and out. Concentrate on it. Slow in and out. That's all you have to do right now." She says it soft, remembering how she had to say this to herself, to Terezi. His panic seems so familiar to her, who had gone through such things in the months between. The panic of putting Kurloz below or above the Capitol-- how had she not realized it might be the same for him. How had she not known? Carefully, she wraps her arm around his waist, hoping the grip is reassuring and not smothering.
"That's all."
Her gaze flickers up to meet Derek's, to watch his lips. Won't leave him behind. Good. She doesn't want to leave either of them behind. Her decision, the one she'd spoke of before, of never going back to 13, is made for her. She can't let them all go back alone.
"I know the way. You--you both need medical attention."
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Help, Derek offers, but he doesn't know how he or anyone could. He hasn't been able to help himself. Maybe he just means to walk, though to where he ain't sure.
It's Meulin what brings the best advice. Focus on breathing. If he must exist, then just that one simple thing. He doesn't get it right the first time or the next, but he keeps trying, just focusing on breath instead of life. He feels her wrap around him, so gentle even though he ain't deserve. He hangs on tight back to her. That's all. Just breathing.
His eyes close to block out the world. Where they're going he ain't know. He can't quite think so far ahead as to that. When he tries it brings trouble and he goes back to Meulin's words. She throws down the more and they confuse. He can't think where and how they'd get any sort of attention? The idea both appeals and appals.