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Post by Holly Edison on Dec 15, 2015 21:20:48 GMT -6
"Deo, maybe you can help Gwen take the Watchtower? Secure it and keep an eye on what's happening for us."
Holly sat back to think and listened to Millie's speech. Morale is important in times like these. I'm glad we have her support if we're really going to do this, even if she'll be away.
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 15, 2015 21:28:16 GMT -6
"That's not a bad idea. I'm good at spying-but equally good at attack and hacking. Gwen would make a good spy..." Holly Edison if you need morale, I wrote a thing. Here's the ending: "This year, there is no Hunger Games. This year, the Games are a real-life war in the Capitol. This year, I am told I'm a rebel and that Cal is my enemy. Cal could never be my enemy. Cal would always be my friend. This year, one of us will die, likely at the hand of the other. I had no goal of disrupting government. I simply wanted peace. Despite Vester's plans to drive us all apart from the start, we found it. We found a beautiful thing, and we called it peace. Even if it was short-lived. If a kid like me can create something so beautiful working together with a peacekeeper, why can't we all live in peace together? Why should we be killing each other? No one should have to die. But I would die for peace." |
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Post by Deo Prisco on Dec 15, 2015 21:32:08 GMT -6
"You got it boss," Deo said to Holly before looking to Gwen, "You in lady?" An anxious energy came over Deo. "We could really use you everywhere Wren," he said. Through the training days and events Wren had proven to be an adept partner.
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Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Dec 15, 2015 21:34:02 GMT -6
"Sounds good to me!"
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 15, 2015 21:39:09 GMT -6
"Well...do we have to move as groups? I mostly want to stick with Eloise since we planned to balance skills with each other from the beginning. So if something happens & we're needed elsewhere, we could adjust." He looked around for Millie. "Millie, what would you do? What do you want me to do? You sorta guided me from the beginning..." Sharlot's freaking me out now, with saying people are pretending to be tributes. What would you do? Trust whoever wants me in their group? Help out anyone and everyone? I'm worried I'm going to be attacked by my group because I'm strong. WWMD?? |
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Post by Sharlot Cuprick on Dec 15, 2015 22:10:18 GMT -6
Sharlot sat in the back of the room. Everyone seemed to be talking over each other and she didn’t know how she would ever get a word in. She feebly raised her hand a few times, but after being ignored she decided she had to take action.
She pulled out a marker and wrote directly on the wall in big letters,
“I’m here to help. Where can I fit in?”
She let out a whelp in hopes to get someone’s attention.
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 15, 2015 22:13:43 GMT -6
"Hey, someone listen to Sharlot!" Wren shouted at the group. He pointed towards the wall. "Where do you want her? I feel like she'd be helpful in the watchtower, especially since we're already discussing placing a group there."
He turned to her. "Is that alright?"
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Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Dec 15, 2015 22:23:32 GMT -6
"Yes! We get Sharlot! Our team is totally better."
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 15, 2015 22:28:30 GMT -6
(OOC: bedtime. I'll do my best to hop online throughout tomorrow until I exit. Seems like we have somewhat of a plan here. I'll read up on replies before exiting.) Millie, I'm still open to anything you have to say. I'm expected to exit by 9:30 CST tomorrow though... |
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 16, 2015 6:53:29 GMT -6
Gwen, Cal, Deo, Sharlot, looks like we're a team. Let's move to the watchtower as a group. Say 4pm today? "Sounds good," Val nodded. "We should move out as soon as possible." |
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 16, 2015 7:21:12 GMT -6
Wren looked around the room at the mixture of bodies. Thinking back to the feast, he would have never pictured working with this combination of people -but maybe there's some beauty in that. He took a deep breath. I guess no war was ever won without a pep talk...
"Look, guys. It's going to take more than one hit to bring anyone down on day 1. Personally, I still stand by the Accord's creed. What you do to help our team is your business. I'll assist where I can. But I think we should consider trying to command as many points as possible to win this thing.
Even if we somehow identify all 12 of one side, there will be some working both sides. Obviously some will be lying but we can't really prove anything. No one person can win this alone, so killing off everyone isn't an option. I'm...I'm a man of my word, so I'm calling Cal off-limits unless he attacks you directly. We have a pact. Same with Eloise and Sharlot. If either of them are attacked, I promised them my word... I don't turn my back on friends. As of now, you're also friends.
When the announcement came on, we all scrambled. I'm sure some of you, like me, might have immediately figured peacekeepers and tributes have to be enemies. But don't we all want the same ending- an end to the war? Peace? The only difference between sides might be the means we take to get there. I'm not saying a cease-fire is a good idea, nor is it possible. But let's at least try to spare some lives. This isn't about us anymore. It's about Panem.
So whatever you are, I will help you. If you're a peacekeeper, I ask that you do exactly what you're meant to- help keep the peace. If you're a tribute, same thing. Help keep the peace. I...I'm in love with a peacekeeper. If a kid like me can create something so beautiful working together with a peacekeeper, why can't we all live in peace together? Why should we be killing each other? No one should have to die. But I would die for peace. That's how big this is.
Now go get somewhere safe."
And with that, Wren went into the maintenance closet to collect his thoughts, make sure his squad heard the speech, and came out of the closet to go seize the day.
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Post by Peacekeeper on Dec 16, 2015 15:13:30 GMT -6
The doorknob to the back kitchen rattled.
"It's locked," said the voice of a Peacekeeper. "But I hear voices in there. Hand me a smoke bomb."
There was a loud crack as the Peacekeeper shot a hole in the door. He pulled the pin on the smoke bomb and tossed it into the kitchen. Instantly a cloud of smoke started to spew out of the small silver pellet.
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 16, 2015 17:38:13 GMT -6
Val dragged Cal into the room just in time to see the smoke grenade go off in the room, "Oh shit!" she said by pure reflex. "Cal we need to get out of this building!" she grabbed his arm, "Lets head for the exit!" Hey are you guys ready to go? We need to get to that Watchtower before it fills up with other tributes. |
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Post by Cal Mensen on Dec 16, 2015 17:46:34 GMT -6
Cal was taking a breather as the smoke grenade went off.
"Out of the frying pan..."
His arm lurches him around, pulled by Val. He nods, running back through the door they had come in with Val. Hopefully the rest of the tributes inside the haze got out before then.
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 17, 2015 21:03:37 GMT -6
The kitchen was a disaster, everything was overturned and not a soul was to be seen. The doors had slammed shut during the lockdown and unfortunately she was in her hotel room at the time. "Fuck nobody is here anymore," she let out a sigh. "Not even any food or anything," overturning an empty tray and becoming less and less encouraged by what her future held.
"Time to book it and get out of here."
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