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thearena2016-01-25 04:20 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2016-01-25 04:20 pm
They strung up a man they say who murdered three.
Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 8.
Where| District 8.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
District 8 is a dirty district. That's one of the first things you notice as you step out. District 13 was underground, but the filtered air was clean, at least. And the air outside of it was crisp and clear. But here? The air is weighed down with pollution and smog. For those perceptive individuals, there's a tension in the air, as well. A feeling that something soon was going to snap.
The woman in charge is wrapped up in various bits of garments that had probably been colorful at one time. But she carries herself with an absolute air of authority, and the way she speaks is crisp, knowledgeable. This is Commander Paylor, and she's quick to order around the new people, let them know what the situation is as she takes them to their current hideout.
Paylor tells them that District 8 had been one of the first districts to openly rebel against the Capitol, but District 13 hadn't been able to send aid until now (and she doesn't sound particularly impressed by this). As they walk, there's graffiti over the walls--the phrase 'Mere'lin' is repeated in multiple places not to mention such phrases as From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring, so we can go home, for peace, and we are already free.
This District will be one of the most enthusiastic to see the rebels. The people of District 8 are ready and willing to get started, almost bloodthirsty in some regards when it comes to taking out the Capitol. They were among the first to rebel, and they're eager to see their efforts finally be rewarded.
The majority of the pro-Capitol forces there are either peacekeepers, or the wealthy, some even Capitolites who had moved to District 8 to own factors and take advantage of the loopholes extended to Capitolites. They hold the wealth and power of the district, and they're frustrated and angry that their workers have decided to try to rebel against them--and that the Capitol isn't helping to what they feel is its peak capacity.
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 8.
Where| District 8.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
District 8 is a dirty district. That's one of the first things you notice as you step out. District 13 was underground, but the filtered air was clean, at least. And the air outside of it was crisp and clear. But here? The air is weighed down with pollution and smog. For those perceptive individuals, there's a tension in the air, as well. A feeling that something soon was going to snap.
The woman in charge is wrapped up in various bits of garments that had probably been colorful at one time. But she carries herself with an absolute air of authority, and the way she speaks is crisp, knowledgeable. This is Commander Paylor, and she's quick to order around the new people, let them know what the situation is as she takes them to their current hideout.
Paylor tells them that District 8 had been one of the first districts to openly rebel against the Capitol, but District 13 hadn't been able to send aid until now (and she doesn't sound particularly impressed by this). As they walk, there's graffiti over the walls--the phrase 'Mere'lin' is repeated in multiple places not to mention such phrases as From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring, so we can go home, for peace, and we are already free.
This District will be one of the most enthusiastic to see the rebels. The people of District 8 are ready and willing to get started, almost bloodthirsty in some regards when it comes to taking out the Capitol. They were among the first to rebel, and they're eager to see their efforts finally be rewarded.
The majority of the pro-Capitol forces there are either peacekeepers, or the wealthy, some even Capitolites who had moved to District 8 to own factors and take advantage of the loopholes extended to Capitolites. They hold the wealth and power of the district, and they're frustrated and angry that their workers have decided to try to rebel against them--and that the Capitol isn't helping to what they feel is its peak capacity.
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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Also, he is already transformed when Bucky gets to the rendezvous point, which makes it kind of hard to read the expression on his face. "Ready as I'll ever be!" At least he's good at forcing optimism into his tone. "Have we been able to narrow the targets down at all? I sent a familiar out to have a look, and it couldn't tell a damn thing." He shrugs, sighs as though it's not a big deal, and reaches down for another one of his rings. "You want me flying in there, or...?"
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But they didn't really have much time to question it or how he was even going to 'fly' to where they were going, so Bucky simply tried to keep his emotions off his face and stick to the mission at hand. "Or you can ride with me, it's up to you. I...haven't heard anything else, but I picked up a bit more information where I could and I've narrowed it down to two out of the three." Fifty/fifty wasn't his favorite odds, but it was better than a thirty percent chance of picking right.
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And at least he's not decked out in fruit-themed armor like those guys that showed up after him."Ride with you? Really?" There's a complete change in his posture, to something surprised and boyishly excited. He is going to get to ride the motorcycle. He hasn't been on a motorcycle in at least a year, and he has missed it. He is all for this plan. "Sure!" Then he coughs and deliberately tries to not look like he's way too excited by this. "I mean. Sounds like a plan. Should we flip a coin now, or when we get there?" He's worked against worse odds than fifty/fifty. Why not joke a little?
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s enthusiasm brings and it even makes him feel a little better about the mission, as ridiculous as that sounded.
He scooted forward to give room for his riding partner and flashed Haruto the smile he'd caused. "We should probably flip now so we can't second-guess later. I call heads."
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"...you got a coin?" What, it's not like they paid you to be a guest in D13. He doesn't wait for an answer, though. Bucky has scooted over, so Haruto wastes no time scooting into the spot provided. "Maybe we should do rock-paper-scissors instead..."
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"Alright, looks like we've got a heading. Hang on, we're gonna see just how fast my ride can go."
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Haruto does indeed hold on, giving an excited laugh. "Great!" Even if he's not the one driving, it'll be nice to be riding a motorcycle again, gunning it, in pursuit of evil....