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thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 09,
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- karkat vantas,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ barbara gordon,
- ✘ beck,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ danny fenton,
- ✘ deanna winchester,
- ✘ diana ladris,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ eren,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ iskierka,
- ✘ jean kirschtein,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ julian bashir,
- ✘ justin law,
- ✘ kain highwind,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ kili,
- ✘ leonard mccoy,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ mouse,
- ✘ nepeta leijon,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ ruby lucas,
- ✘ sam winchester,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ starkiller,
- ✘ subaru sumeragi,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ venus dee milo,
- ✘ willow,
- ✘ zelos wilder
ARENA 09 - THE MUSEUM
The Tributes are woken up early for this Arena, and switched from whatever sleeping attire they're currently in to a set of pajamas, each designed for the individual in questions. Women wear onesies, and most of the men wear two-pieces, but other than that any similarities are at random - the outfits are in all sorts of colors and patterns.
The floor of the helicopter taking them to their Arena location, and of the underground entrance to the tubes that hoist them to the surface, will feel cold under their bare feet.
Rather than bringing them to sunlight, like the tubes have in the past, instead the Tributes are presented to a dark concrete ceiling in a badly-lit parking lot. Fluorescent lights do little to illuminate the cavernous space.
The countdown begins, announced as if from far away.
20
19
18…
The Cornucopia, a ghastly thing carved from stone and concrete, sits at the center of a pattern of white and yellow lines reminiscent of spots for parked cars. The painted lines create a sort of spoked wheel, providing lanes for the Tributes leading to the prizes at the center. Some of the more unfortunate Tributes will find the concrete architecture has placed pillars in their lanes.
8
7
6…
Six parked cars lie around the outskirts of the huge lot, barely visible in the dim lighting. Glowing exit signs on two opposite sides of the chamber announce where Tributes should go to escape the bloodbath. Elevator doors are perched beneath them.
3
2
1
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
The floor of the helicopter taking them to their Arena location, and of the underground entrance to the tubes that hoist them to the surface, will feel cold under their bare feet.
Rather than bringing them to sunlight, like the tubes have in the past, instead the Tributes are presented to a dark concrete ceiling in a badly-lit parking lot. Fluorescent lights do little to illuminate the cavernous space.
The countdown begins, announced as if from far away.
19
18…
The Cornucopia, a ghastly thing carved from stone and concrete, sits at the center of a pattern of white and yellow lines reminiscent of spots for parked cars. The painted lines create a sort of spoked wheel, providing lanes for the Tributes leading to the prizes at the center. Some of the more unfortunate Tributes will find the concrete architecture has placed pillars in their lanes.
7
6…
Six parked cars lie around the outskirts of the huge lot, barely visible in the dim lighting. Glowing exit signs on two opposite sides of the chamber announce where Tributes should go to escape the bloodbath. Elevator doors are perched beneath them.
2
1
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
Rat
But as he stood on his platform, he scanned the area. He could almost see all the Tributes. Including Shion. He hated this, well and truly. He hated this as much as he hated allowing them to be rounded up by No. 6 so they could slip in to the Correctional Facility. Here he was staring death in the face again, and Shion was getting dragged along with him.
At the gong, he was off like a shot. He was going to use his speed to his advantage. Someone tried to get in his way. He vaulted over them like they'd been standing still. He saw what he wanted. That crossbow. Knives were his forte of course, but getting in close quarters would be more deadly here. He lost track of Shion in the fighting. He just hoped he had the good sense to hide somewhere. He probably should have said something to him before the Arena started. But then, they hadn't really any warning, did they?
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Instead of reaching for it, he lashed out, going for a swing to the man's head. If they wanted it to be a bloodbath then he wasn't about to let his chance at survival slip past.
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When the gong went it was Rat he followed. He wasn't as fast or as fit as Rat so he was a little behind when he saw the tribute swing towards Rat's head. He shouted out a warning and dived at the creature, not thinking past Rat, and saving him. His arms swung out wildly trying to knock him off balance, and give Rat time to escape.
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"Shion! Go!" Not that he would listen. But he'd say it anyway.
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"Leave him alone!" He shouted as he flung himself at Garrus once more, arms flailing about, lashing out.
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He crouched like he was going to try to sweep Garrus's legs out from under him, but instead he darted underneath him, leading with the hand holding onto the crossbow with the bolts strapped to it. This way, even Shion was sure to get a bit of a head start on him.
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It only took a second for Garrus to turn and lash out with razor sharp talons at Rat, now attempting to do damage and slow him down.
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He continued under Garrus, and held the crossbow out to Shion. "Shion! Take it! Go!" Sure, that would put Shion in harm's way of Garrus's claws, but he had every intention of holding onto whatever part of Garrus's ankles he could get hold of to prevent that. He didn't look at his leg, but based on how it felt and how quickly the pain had gone numb, it wasn't good.
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"Let him go!"
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But when that crossbow came down like a club, he knew that was the distraction needed. He scrambled up from under Garrus as best he could. "Time to go!"