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[gamemakers]

Who| Everyone in the arena
What| Even more reasons to hate the Capitol.
Where| Everywhere.
When| 4 am.
Warnings/Notes| Any group is being targeted to be separated. Everyone should be tagging someone they are not with, as well as those they are, as the Gamemakers are driving them apart. (You can feel free to search for, and possibly find your buddies later)


Once upon a time, when this place was a much happier place, fireworks would light up the sky, delighting children and leaving everyone with a magical feeling in their hearts.

This will not leave anyone with a magical feeling.

It was much later than a fireworks show would have ever gone. Closer to dawn then not, when anyone who could rest, even those far from it, would have finally managed to drift off.

It started with a strange, warbling music. For those familiar with this place it feels wrong, close to something they would connect with this show, but wrong. Distorted. Stumbling through a few bars, it starts to peter out just in time for a high pitches whistling.

And then the first firework explodes into the ground in a shower of bright colors, lighting up the castle. There is a moment of silence as the sparks fade.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Whoever is controlling the fireworks obviously have goals in mind. The strikes are tight, controlled. They are herding. Targeting the groups, the pairs, driving them apart.

The fireworks aren't made to kill (although a direct hit may), but they burn flesh, and leave anyone who looks at them too close momentarily blinded. Ever one is a shrieker, loud, louder then the shrillest fourth of July fireworks, screaming toward their targets. The arena is suddenly a shrill battleground, full of blindingly bright colors.

Th whole attack doesn't last longer than 20 minutes, petering off as the divisions have been deemed enough. A few squeal through the night here and there and then finally, blissfully silent.

Comments

[danno_williams]

"What are you..." he flung his hands up, "fucking morons, both of them." He squinted through the smoke, trying desperately to see both of them.

[alldeduction]

"I'm fine!" Sherlock called out somewhat angrily, though he could feel several tiny burns across his face. He started again towards where they were (or at least had been) but the buzzing, whizzing balls of light were coming fast and furious now.

"They aren't--- this isn't natural behaviour!" He snapped as another one whizzed right by his face.

[drpsychosomatic]

"Sherlock where the-- these are targeted attacks- we need to get out of here," he shouted. "Get clear from the shack, run for cover. Building's too easy to aim for--"

He was cut off as another shot through the hole punched in the door by the blast before. "Out!" he yelled. "Danny, make for--"

[danno_williams]

"Make for what!" Danny yelled when the blast was done. The smoke was so thick the best chance he had was just yelling.

He ducked as yet another piece of the shack collapsed in.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock didn't bother waiting. He agreed completely and he didn't have much choice - the tiny explosions almost shepherding him out onto the street. He stumbled out, half-blind onto the street, cursing as another exploded nearly in his face, rendering his vision completely useless. All he could do was keep stumbling forward - try to get far enough away that maybe he would no longer be in the targeting area, but he swear he could hear the fireworks exploding elsewhere, too...

[drpsychosomatic]

The fireworks seemed to be raining down on them, screeching through the air and exploding in bright, blinding light. He staggered out of the shack and ran for cover, hoping he'd chosen the same direction Sherlock and Danny had...