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thearena2016-05-02 04:41 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2016-05-02 04:41 pm
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In the hanging tree...
Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The Liberation of District 5.
Where| District 5.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
Coming in from the hovercraft, soldiers will see a vast stretch of desert going on for miles and miles. Flying in during the day is ill-advised to impossible. The sunlight reflecting off the many mirrors of the solar panels makes it difficult for pilots to navigate, and even more difficult to not be seen from below. During the night, the sky is lit not only by stars, bur a massive electric plant. Peacekeepers patrol all edges and levels, inside and out. But that's not all.
A large dam pushes waterfalls through its barriers in a booming cacophony from the massive lake it all sits at the base of. Peacekeepers are patrolling here too, perhaps more thoroughly than even the electric plant. Only though the surrounding houses (all small things made of stone, tucked into the rock wall or dug into the ground, panels on the top of them all) seem to have sparse patrol. This allows some graffiti saying Make a difference NOW and Trust In a New Panem! but there's not much.
The people of this District are divided. Some dive into their houses at the sight of anyone at all. Others are already going into the fray, either to sabotage the rebels, or assist them. It can impossible to tell which is which until it's too late. Even families are divided down the middle as fathers chose one side and sons chose the other. No one from the District wants to hurt their own, but the chance is their all the same. A hint may be the humming of a tune recently played in the rebel's propaganda.
The cold of the desert can be biting for those ill-prepared. Especially by the dam, where the air is heavy with the spray of the waterfall. Everyone is wide-eyed with either fear or desperation and resignation. Everyone knows what they have to do. The question is, when it comes down to it, will any of it be worth it in the end?
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 5.
Where| District 5.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
Coming in from the hovercraft, soldiers will see a vast stretch of desert going on for miles and miles. Flying in during the day is ill-advised to impossible. The sunlight reflecting off the many mirrors of the solar panels makes it difficult for pilots to navigate, and even more difficult to not be seen from below. During the night, the sky is lit not only by stars, bur a massive electric plant. Peacekeepers patrol all edges and levels, inside and out. But that's not all.
A large dam pushes waterfalls through its barriers in a booming cacophony from the massive lake it all sits at the base of. Peacekeepers are patrolling here too, perhaps more thoroughly than even the electric plant. Only though the surrounding houses (all small things made of stone, tucked into the rock wall or dug into the ground, panels on the top of them all) seem to have sparse patrol. This allows some graffiti saying Make a difference NOW and Trust In a New Panem! but there's not much.
The people of this District are divided. Some dive into their houses at the sight of anyone at all. Others are already going into the fray, either to sabotage the rebels, or assist them. It can impossible to tell which is which until it's too late. Even families are divided down the middle as fathers chose one side and sons chose the other. No one from the District wants to hurt their own, but the chance is their all the same. A hint may be the humming of a tune recently played in the rebel's propaganda.
The cold of the desert can be biting for those ill-prepared. Especially by the dam, where the air is heavy with the spray of the waterfall. Everyone is wide-eyed with either fear or desperation and resignation. Everyone knows what they have to do. The question is, when it comes down to it, will any of it be worth it in the end?
The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.