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red zone seven | {remnants} blitz Feb 2, 2017 17:09:40 GMT -5

Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Feb 2, 2017 17:09:40 GMT -5

Bomb threat, terrorist attack, security breach-- something very bad was happening. Peacekeepers were a swarm of white among the chaos, snatching the tributes and locking them up as quickly as they could. Some tried to fight back, others went willingly, some looked like they didn't know which way was up. I was the latter, unfortunately.

I probably could have ran, but part of me was too curious about what was happening, and the other part was too terrified to move. Each arm grabbed, body dragged into a too-small room, and I heard the door lock behind me. The room was bathed in a strange red light, and initially I thought it was some kind of fire escape that was left unfinished, until I saw a sign entitled "Red Zone Seven." I wasn't exactly sure what it meant, but I guessed this room-- and at least six others-- were built specifically for a situation.

For a total of maybe thirty seconds, I was alone, perhaps for the first time since volunteering. No trains full of people with death wishes or rooms full of killers or hallways full of professional murder-makers. It was nice.

And then, one by one until there were four of us total, others were thrown into the mix. The siblings from Ten, the ones everyone was pitting against the siblings from Seven. And a girl I thought was from a middle district like me.

"Oh, joy," I mumbled, studying them all, "Welcome to Red Zone Seven. Any idea what the hell happened out there?"

R A V E N ● B A R K E R

Last Edit: Feb 2, 2017 17:15:08 GMT -5 by hesper hart 🐺 d9f

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Is she trying to interrupt our henna session?

red zone seven | {remnants} blitz Feb 6, 2017 22:54:42 GMT -5

Post by pogue on Feb 6, 2017 22:54:42 GMT -5

Quick, calm, cool under pressure. Adapt, manipulate, it runs in his blood alongside the same toxin that has spawned from years of his mother's teachings. He breathes, slowly, listening to the sounds of chaos erupt behind him. The hallway goes from white as snow to rose petal red, lights the color of blood seeping from the walls. He narrows his eyes, taking a quick glance out of the window. Nothing, the streets run normal with the hustle and bustle of the Capitol. Must be inside, he thinks, turning away from the window.

Bodies scramble against the hallway, people pulled from their lives and locked inside. Click, he hears the pump of a shotgun and feels the bullet slide between his teeth, pressure exploding from the back of his skull. As another body sprints by him, he follows, just a hint too calm for the madness that he drowns in. His fingers wrap around a door handle, gently turning it before he slips in, eyes scanning the classroom.

And there she stands, alone in her resolve, he slips the mask on and suddenly fear dances across his face, eyes darting wildly and confusion spreading through the reddening of his cheeks.

He feels her presence before he can see her, the way blood clings to her aura and, inside, he scowls, turning to face his sister and letting fake relief wash him away. He squeezes her hand, even if just for a moment, eyeing the girl from eight as she walks in after her.

"Welcome to Red Zone Seven. Any idea what the hell happened out there?"

She speaks with sarcasm in her words, her voice echoing in his mind as he strolls again to the window, casting a quick glance before pulling the shades down.

"No clue. Scarlett, did you see anything?"

Last Edit: Feb 6, 2017 22:55:21 GMT -5 by pogue

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red zone seven | {remnants} blitz Feb 6, 2017 23:43:25 GMT -5

Post by heather - d2 [mylee] on Feb 6, 2017 23:43:25 GMT -5

s h e l b y ♔ l e v i a n e

I am not adept at any task that rings resemblance as analytical.

Surface value is treasure turned gold in a mind that has seen nothing but silver for eighteen years and still counting— and given my current predicament, I believe I will perish in the exact same state.

My sister was nothing precious worth value to anyone but myself. She was rusted, turned to dust and demise before anyone took the time to look at what red overtones once hid. I will admit, she was not beautiful. She was sunken eyes and prominent ribs, collarbones so sharp you would cut your hand laying a hand upon her shoulder.

She was every reality no one could bear to face because it was not beautiful.

Oh, how humanity falters when it comes to the minute details.

I have never seen the human conscious before, but if I could, I would imagine it was made up of pebbles, cemented together by every good deed and righteous action a man could take in times of distress.

It was for this reason that I felt heavy weight in my chest giving way to pure terror as chaos erupted from every perspective. I had no time to think— not that I truly would have, given the chance— before course of action was taken for me and I found myself pressed against a metal door and staring straight into the wide eyes of a girl from seven and siblings clinging tightly to whatever traces of familiarity they could find.

The girl in front of me speaks first, sarcasm giving way to suspicion as the unknown circumstance becomes question of the hour. The boy from ten turns to question his sister, but as the last word leaves his tongue I cut her response time short on accidental cause of shock— “They have a strange way of throwing a goddamn party around here.”

Last Edit: Feb 6, 2017 23:56:51 GMT -5 by heather - d2 [mylee]