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thecapitol2016-05-25 12:38 pm
metalicarus) wrote in thecapitol2016-05-25 12:38 pm
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Light The Fires [Part Two]
Who| Albert, Wesker, Jet, Joan, Leo, Phi, Stephen
What| Planting bombs, putting on their terrorist shoes
Where| The Tribute Tower
When| Evening
Warnings/Notes| Takes place at the same time as the Technology Center
The Tribute Tower. Once a sparkling monument to the Capitol’s might and a residence to rival even the most luxurious of Capitol apartments now stands a silent, empty sentinel to the human (and nonhuman) drama that once graced its halls. Here is where all Tributes were judged, weighed, and valued based on their skills and gumption. Here is where the innocent and the guilty of many walks were kept like pets, the opulence masking just how wicked a prison they were being held within.
Now it stands empty and cold. No longer needed in this time of war, where masks start to slip and a gilded cage is cast aside for a fortified kennel, more honest in its uses even if the Capitol media will still not call it what it is; the place where the dogs of war are kept.
But even dogs must be appeased and so a small group has been gathered - four escorts and three off-worlders - to set foot within the dusty halls and silent floors of the former Tribute Tower under the guise of allowing the off-worlders to retrieve items they’d left behind when the move was made. Clothing, trinkets, sponsor gifts and the like, all deemed safe to possess and therefore a method of appeasement as the war drags on.
The building has only the bare minimum of power. With the dam destroyed in District 5 and many other smaller plants no longer providing to the Capitol, electricity too has become the victim of rationing, and a large empty facility doesn’t need it so much as the residences or businesses in the rest of the city. They will not be watched here, the cameras dead eyes hidden in the walls. The Avoxes are gone too, leaving the Tower a husk of its former self. The visitors leave footprints in the dust as they traverse the building, left in perfect condition but simply abandoned.
It’s the perfect place for what they’re planning.
What| Planting bombs, putting on their terrorist shoes
Where| The Tribute Tower
When| Evening
Warnings/Notes| Takes place at the same time as the Technology Center
The Tribute Tower. Once a sparkling monument to the Capitol’s might and a residence to rival even the most luxurious of Capitol apartments now stands a silent, empty sentinel to the human (and nonhuman) drama that once graced its halls. Here is where all Tributes were judged, weighed, and valued based on their skills and gumption. Here is where the innocent and the guilty of many walks were kept like pets, the opulence masking just how wicked a prison they were being held within.
Now it stands empty and cold. No longer needed in this time of war, where masks start to slip and a gilded cage is cast aside for a fortified kennel, more honest in its uses even if the Capitol media will still not call it what it is; the place where the dogs of war are kept.
But even dogs must be appeased and so a small group has been gathered - four escorts and three off-worlders - to set foot within the dusty halls and silent floors of the former Tribute Tower under the guise of allowing the off-worlders to retrieve items they’d left behind when the move was made. Clothing, trinkets, sponsor gifts and the like, all deemed safe to possess and therefore a method of appeasement as the war drags on.
The building has only the bare minimum of power. With the dam destroyed in District 5 and many other smaller plants no longer providing to the Capitol, electricity too has become the victim of rationing, and a large empty facility doesn’t need it so much as the residences or businesses in the rest of the city. They will not be watched here, the cameras dead eyes hidden in the walls. The Avoxes are gone too, leaving the Tower a husk of its former self. The visitors leave footprints in the dust as they traverse the building, left in perfect condition but simply abandoned.
It’s the perfect place for what they’re planning.
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“We’ll need to place charges on the support pillars, some here in the lobby and a few others on floors five and eight. That will bring the building down in a showy enough fashion to turn heads.” He takes one of the small, oblong blocks from the bag he’s holding. “To set it in place, just hold it against a flat surface and touch the yellow button on the face of the device. To activate it, press the red button. Simple. Once everyone’s regrouped back here in the lobby, we’ll send the detonation signal, giving us a short amount of time to escape. I won’t tell you who has the signal device, for security reasons.”
He looks at Wesker, the only one among them he’s not certain of in terms of loyalty, but says nothing regarding it. Now is not the time to start infighting, which Albert is certain the other man knows, but he’s not going to leave it entirely to chance either.
“Any questions?”
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"And when the deed is done?" The lights were so low there weren't even reflections in Wesker's sunglasses, just the two, black pits where his eyes should be. "I assume you have an exit plan."
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Jet was on edge. Not for what they were about to do, that was decided and done with in his mind, but for that very 'exit plan' Wesker was concerned about. With their plan, it should be fine, none of these people will be found. But he was going to feel better once they were out of blaming range.
"You all will leave, no different than how we came here, escorts and cannon-fodder, and you'll go back to the Detainment Center like nothing happened. The rest of it you don't need to worry about."
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"Would it be better if I just kept watch, or...or would it be better if I helped plant the bombs? You know, to save time." Stephen's clearly nervous, but the offer is earnest. It's strange being back here, and doubly strange knowing that if their plan goes off without unforeseen trouble, that the structure he lived and worked in for years will come crashing down.
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"I know some of the work you've done, I am not undermining your contributions to the cause, but this is the trenches. The point of bringing down the Tower today is not that people should die, but it's entirely possible that bystanders will get caught in the collapse if the area of debris is larger than anticipated. You should be prepared to have that on your conscience if you choose to place explosives."
He addresses the group at large after a beat of eye contact with Stephen.
"As for the exit plan, Jet put succinctly. You may want to corroborate your cover stories before we disband. Feel free to use us as scapegoats who overpowered you, if necessary." He flexes one metal arm with a sardonic grin, knowing that's an entirely believable story. "As you might have guessed, Jet and I intend to shoulder the blame regardless."
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"We can have them escorted, in and out, grab your shit and go," the former coach then offered his own cover story, "We were surrounded by traitorous offworlders and for the sake of our great nation, we saved the few that we could. Shed a tear for the camera."
Look at that patriotism.
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"'We betrayed you all' works too, just choose something and stick with it." He nodded to Albert, silently signaling to hand out the explosives to those who would place them. "For right now, we don't have time to stand around staring at each other. Get in on this and start planting some bombs or wait by the door until the job's done. Most of you were called in cause we thought you had what it takes to see this through."
He took his own set of explosives from his partner and nodded towards the stairs. "I'm headed up to the eighth floor for anyone who'd like to tag along."
((OOC: Feel free to start your own sub threads with people paring off to plant the bombs and talk about the plan, if they want, or simply continue this thread with whatever your character chooses to do without the talking.))
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He knows.
It can't really be compared to what Jet and Albert and the other Tributes have gone through, but Stephen's lived in fear of being found out, being tortured for what he knows and finally executed, for years now. He's always sort of hoped that if that happened, his family, wealth, and connections could get him out of it, but deep down in his Capitolite soul Stephen knows that not even his brother could dissuade Snow from punishing a proven traitor. He knows what happens to the people who get caught. He's seen it. And he's been alone. At least Jet and Albert always had each other; until now, Stephen has had no one to whom he could tell the truth, no one he hasn't lied to, no one to trust since Altair's attack.
Stephen knows what he's doing, knows what he's getting into, knows what he's risking, and he's resolved. He accepts the explosives, recognizing that what Albert wants to see is a more somber respect. He also knows that Albert and Jet shouldering the blame is nothing to be taken lightly. They want respect more than they want levity, and they deserve that.
"Once I've set these in the lobby, I'll make sure no one comes in the Tower. I can keep other Capitolites out without arousing suspicion."
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Granted he has to remember he's speaking to Cyrus Reagan's brother and as far as Albert is concerned, Cyrus would sell anyone out for a piece of toast if he was hungry. Maybe Stephen does know.
"We'll do this quick. Let's give the Capitol a black eye."