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thearena2013-04-12 07:52 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-04-12 07:52 pm
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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.
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.
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"Howard!" He was grabbing for his bag with one hand, for the boy with the other, and trying to find his feet all at the same time. Haunting flashes of the ice field - cracking and shifting and collapsing - clouding his vision. "Julie! Time to go!"
They were bringing the mountain down, he was sure of it.
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He feels Wyatt grab his arm, he grabs his backpack with the other, and he looks up the track. They need to get out of here, or they'll both be killed. It wouldn't even take the tunnel collapsing; there are cars up higher on the track that could come barreling down at them.
He doesn't want to leave. He has all their stuff here. They have a tiny little camp, a home together, here inside Thunder Mountain. But now isn't the time for sentiment, so he gestures at Wyatt, instinctively pulling in close to his ally as if Wyatt's height will really defend him from falling debris. There's a shrieking of metal from behind them. "This way, the bridge on the other side is going to collapse!"
Right now, having boobytrapped the exits seems like an awful idea in hindsight. Howard's eyes cast around for Julie.
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Fireworks. She couldn't help staring at the sky through a cracked window, open-mouthed, watching the bright flashes get closer and closer --
Too fucking close. Shards of glass exploded, coating her hair with bits of the window and a little shower of sparks. Each spot was a white-hot second of heat, one hitting her dress and flaring up. She knew this goddamn dress was gonna get her killed. She heard her name, but she was too busy beating the flames at the hem of the cloth, crying out like it might help the damn thing go out faster. Either that or she lost it, threw it off, but stamping it against the ground and swiping at it with now reddened, burned hands put out the flare.
"I'm here!" Less organizing, more running. Really not used to people actually hanging back, either. Usually it was every man for themselves. She comes up behind the two of them, arms shielding the top of her head. "Go, just go!"
She didn't trust this damn mountain anymore, not with the way it rocked, the concrete shaking. Actually it felt more like someone was trying to blast it down.
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"Go! Follow Howard!" he shouted, the sound barely audible over the scream of the fireworks, of the rumbling of the mountain, over the pounding of his own blood in his ears. "Watch the traps, stay toget-"
A bright red streak shot through the mouth of the tunnel, a perfect ringer. There was a flash of crackling light, turning everything to crimson, and then boom.
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"Wyatt!" He doesn't look back, but he calls. He can barely hear anything over the ringing in his ears, the echo of an explosion that feels like it's taken place in his head. He sees one of the coaster cars tumbling - not rolling, tumbling down the slope of the inside of the tunnel and moves to grab Julie's arm and pull her out of the way. The exit is only twenty yards away, but that doesn't mean anything if they die before they reach it.
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Narrowly missed a firework exploding in her face. She felt the blast of heat, blown off her feet, and then there was just concrete and smoke.
R. Where the fuck is R? Not that it would do her much good, but she knows a zombie's not exactly gonna be an expert at dodging. They're doing bad enough as it is --
She's wrenched out of the way as a car goes rolling by, smashing into the wall on the opposite side. It feels like the whole mountain is practically swaying on its frame. Even Wyatt, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Julie sits up and holds her hands over her ears, the ringing driving her crazy.
Escape. Get the fuck out. She stumbles to her feet and grabs Howard's hand, because if they could lose Wyatt that fast (he's fine, he'll be fine), she's not losing Howard either. "Come on!" She pulls him towards the exit, her voice barely a muffle in her own ears. Hopefully he gets the point.
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One minute he'd been with the kids, racing for the exit as the mountain burned around them, the next he was blind. Deaf.
He was sure the next thing he would see would be the lights of the Capitol...
But then his eyes were opening and his ears were ringing and he realized he was still alive. Blood was leaking from one his ears, hot and sticky down the side of his throat. His nose and throat were on fire, choking on the red-tinged smoke - and he had just enough to time to flatten himself against the curved wall of the tunnel before he was crushed by the runaway car.
"H-ho...ward!" he rasped. "Jul-ie!"
He stumbled for the exit, calling their names, wondering where they could have gone, praying they were alright....
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Howard clambers out of the top with Julie, then throws himself to the side as another firework zips by overhead. They're blowing the mountain down, but at least he and Julie are out now. They just need to get to the ground, about two stories below from here. It's a scramble.
Howard starts to descend down the rocky face and yelps as he slips, as his knees get skinned and his injured hand crumples under his weight, but he lands on his feet. He glances up and sees Julie's still with him, and, with a wave of relief, realizes Wyatt's not far behind them. Thank God.
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She covers her mouth with her elbow, shoving herself to her feet with red palms, skin peeling away. Once enough of the dust clears, she thinks she can see Wyatt climbing out behind.
Jesus. No more traps at every exit.
"You okay?" she chokes out, then clears her throat and yells it louder. Julie waves an arm for his attention, the air still tinged brown with erupting soil.