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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2016-03-28 11:13 am

Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be

Who| All those on the breakout mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 6.
Where| District 6.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.

District Six stretches out for miles, a wide expanse of red and brown dirt with only the slightest hint of mountains in the distance. The air is starchy and arid, sucking the moisture right out of the eyes and mouth. The sun pummels down. Everything about the District screams of harshness, of elements cruel in their intensity and exposure being a serious concern. Combatants are advised to hydrate and try to avoid heatstroke in the temperatures rising above a hundred and fifteen fahrenheit.

People in District Six are too poor to consider their safety, already risking it every day in their jobs at the auto manufacturer with huge under-kept machines and toxic exhaust as they build cars and hovercrafts. Though they know they’re the epicenter of another attack, they go back to their assemblylines, under the watchful and paranoid eyes of Capitolite foremen. There’s an anxious air about the place. People drop their wrenches sometimes and make their screws extra tight, as if fortifying the vehicles against the coming storm.

They’ve been told that there are Rebels attacking, and so the residents here have diligently placed landmines throughout the desert; the wind has already erased all traces of where they are. Other than that, there are machine guns at each factory, aimed towards anyone - anyone - who approaches.

Between that, and subservience, there's not much in the way of propoganda. Most of what's done are the chalk drawings of children. A watch. A coin being flipped. A very small arrow with flame.

Vultures circle high overhead.
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-05-18 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Firo’s brows knit together just a bit--now he looks back at Roland. Does he not realize how important this is? Firo may not be familiar with the term he used, but he thinks he knows the basic idea--a boss. “I meant it. You can tell with people.” As soon as he’d met Don Molsa, the whole course of his life changed. He couldn’t imagine joining any other Family, if only the Martillos would have him. And when they did, it was the happiest moment of his life; one of the few happy moments up until that point. Firo'd bet money that Roland's been someone else's Don Molsa or that he will be one day.

Firo holds up the open book he's holding for Roland to see. "Nah, just books and reports. Just stuff like how much they built, how many workers can get killed before it cuts into their profits."

So the last part isn't in there, but Firo figures it probably is somewhere.
ka_sera_sera: (old general listening shadowed)

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2016-05-18 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Roland grunts, not quite amused at Firo's statement, but acknowledging it. The boy may be exaggerating, but he may be right. He glances at the book when it's offered, but not for more than a couple seconds. There's no point checking over Firo's reading, as if he doesn't believe him, and Roland knows well how long it'd take for him to do it, anyway. Once that's done, he glances at Firo. That other topic, the one he'd dismissed, was it important to Firo? He'd acted like it might be. Nevermind. If there's something more he wants to say on the matter, he'll say it.

"Time for the next room, I think. We'll search the rest of this hall, then try to meet up with any others who've been searching, too. No point in going over the same places twice."
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-05-19 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Firo may not get one hint, but he likes to think he can get two if he’s really trying. For whatever reason, he supposes Roland wants the topic of his leadership dropped, even though Firo can't fathom why. It was a compliment--one of the highest ones!

He shakes his head roughly to get his brain back on track. “Right. You don't think we coulda' missed anything in here? Secret doors or whatever?"

It's only a halfhearted suggestion, as he doesn't even really want to do too well at their job.
ka_sera_sera: (old general squint talking)

And possibly your next comment can end this thread, or maybe mine after that?

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2016-05-20 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Roland doesn't hint - at least, not in this case - but Firo comes to more or less the right conclusion anyway, because that isn't a topic Roland really knows how to talk about. Especially not now, so far removed from those old days when there were men around Roland who might have agreed with Firo.

But the topic is dropped, and he doesn't give it a second thought. What he's thinking on instead is Firo's question, and the more important one it leads to. That is, how badly they can get away with searching, here. "We'd best not linger. Those tied up outside'll be waking to call their fellows any minute now."
foundafamily: (pic#7645517)

Yeah, I think that's good!

[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-05-21 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
That again. Firo watches carefully for some sort of hidden meaning in the remark--is he saying it just to point out the fact, or is he still angry over it?

But Firo figures that he does have a point--which means that they have something more important to worry over. Besides, what good would it do to steer things into another argument?

"Fine." He nods and sweeps an arm down the shelves to spill over some of the old files--essentially just making a mess. To make it look good if any Peacekeepers or Capitol rats come in to check their work at some point; he's seen enough searches to know what the end result looks like.
ka_sera_sera: (old general squint talking)

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2016-05-22 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
That gets an eyebrow but Roland, who can still feel that odd swing of his shortened hair against his shoulders, doesn't press Firo about it. The feeling's a reminder of how ill prepared he is to be fighting right now, even if he's well enough - he thinks, anyway - to get by without Firo noticing it. Or asking, anyway, although he does not really credit Firo with enough subtlety to avoid the question, if he'd noticed.

Nevermind. Get this over with. Do it quick. He waves his arm toward the door. "Let's search for that damned machine, and then get out of here."