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thearena2015-01-23 09:09 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2015-01-23 09:09 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 13,
- anna of arendelle,
- black tom cassidy,
- cassandra marko,
- clint barton,
- commander shepard,
- daryl dixon,
- firo prochainezo,
- phillip gray,
- sam wilson,
- the grand highblood,
- ✘ arya stark,
- ✘ bro strider,
- ✘ brock rumlow,
- ✘ brock samson,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ cullen rutherford,
- ✘ dandy mott,
- ✘ dorian pavus,
- ✘ feferi peixes,
- ✘ jason todd,
- ✘ julian bradds,
- ✘ loki laufeyson (mcu),
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ maxwell trevelyan,
- ✘ nick (twd),
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ pixie,
- ✘ thorin oakenshield,
- ✘ thranduil,
- ✘ tony stark,
- ✘ venus dee milo
Arena 13 - Ice Age
It's the morning after the night before and, without rest or warning, the Tributes are marched straight from The Signless' Crowning to the waiting hovercraft to be flown to the location of Arena 13. There the prep teams are waiting, hurriedly stripping the Tributes out of their glamorous outfits before pushing them to don sturdy winter clothing. No questions are answered except to confirm that this really is the arena, already happening to them again after only a paltry three week break in the Capitol.
They rise up out of their tubes to the chill of a brisk wind and the sun shining overhead. Around them is the waist-high green grass of an expansive meadow, beyond that on all sides stands a tall pine forest and further still, to the west, great snow-covered mountains loom in the distance.
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The Cornucopia stands in traditional horned form in the centre of the meadow, with the prizes of weaponry, food and survival supplies piled inside. Some objects are scattered further out amongst the high grass, tempting Tributes to risk their lives on an early prize.
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Observant Tributes might mark the passage of geese overhead or catch a glimpse of a deer in the shadow of the trees, indications that this arena might be bountiful with food for those who know how to find it in the wilderness.
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The gong sounds and the Tributes are free to make their choice to run or fight. Either way they better do something because the 13th Arena has officially begun.
They rise up out of their tubes to the chill of a brisk wind and the sun shining overhead. Around them is the waist-high green grass of an expansive meadow, beyond that on all sides stands a tall pine forest and further still, to the west, great snow-covered mountains loom in the distance.
19
18
The Cornucopia stands in traditional horned form in the centre of the meadow, with the prizes of weaponry, food and survival supplies piled inside. Some objects are scattered further out amongst the high grass, tempting Tributes to risk their lives on an early prize.
7
6
Observant Tributes might mark the passage of geese overhead or catch a glimpse of a deer in the shadow of the trees, indications that this arena might be bountiful with food for those who know how to find it in the wilderness.
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1
The gong sounds and the Tributes are free to make their choice to run or fight. Either way they better do something because the 13th Arena has officially begun.
Firo Prochainezo | ota
B. He makes his way down to the river, not as part of any great plan, but because he has nowhere else to go. Water sounds good, though. He knows that’s going to be important, even if that same fact means he might encounter a lot of competition.
He’s sitting with his back to the water, constantly scanning the area around him for incoming tributes or animals or whatever is going to be thrown at him. In the meantime, he’s scraping one stone against another, trying to sharpen one enough to use it as a weapon.
Eyeing the other person carefully, he waves and offers a greeting. “Hey. You don’t cause trouble for me, I won’t cause trouble for you.” Well, sort of a greeting.
Tellingly, he doesn’t drop either rock. He’s ready to tussle if he has to, but, really, he’d prefer not to have to get into that.
C. Shelter is his next goal, especially with night falling. He wanted to save his parka at least until now, but decides to hold off. It’s bad, but it could get worse. And it always gets worse, doesn’t it?
Instead of crossing the river to head for the caves, he turns back toward the trees in the hopes that there’ll be something promising. Something that he can get to without getting wet and freezing to death. Unfortunately, all he seems to be finding are trees, trees, and sticks. And more trees.
Though he’s keeping his eyes wide and scanning for danger, he forgets for a moment that it would be in his best interests to be quiet. “Damn it… Way too many trees here…”
B
"Sounds like a good plan to me, kid." He says after he feels a little cleaner and fresher, then stands up then looks around the place, then glances at the rock again. "I've got nothing, believe me, I'm not someone to worry about out here."
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Instead, he offers a wry half-grin, "Call me 'kid' again and I might change my mind about bein' nice." If they were back home, the threat would be at least partially genuine; Firo's touchy about looking younger and smaller than his years. But here he's only joking--hey, the Arena is the perfect place for this kind of humor! He knows enough to simply be thankful that this encounter isn't violent.
"I'm Firo. Who're you?" Hopefully a guy who isn't offended by a terrible sense of humor.
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"Don't bother being insulted, I call everyone who looks under 21 'kid'."
Actually he's called some people is who are old, but only because he knew it would get under their skin. He takes a look at Firo before looking a the river.
"So, looking for crossing or food?"
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"Was lookin' for a weapon," he nods toward his rocks. He's used to working with better, but something's better than nothing. "What're you here for? Goin' after those fish?"
He's seen them, but, privately, he's not too sure how to go about catching them.
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"Fish?" He looks harder and then it's obvious that there are fish in the water, either way he shakes his head. "Wilderness training isn't in my resume. I'm trying to find it there's a dryer stretch that's crossable."
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Firo looks from Tony to the other side of the river, an eyebrow raised. All he sees on the other side is a bunch of rocks. "You really think there'll be anything better on the other side?"
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Tony says simply before looking out past the river, then back towards the cornucopia.
"If there's one thing I know, not many of the others will have crossed yet. And this is the best hunting time for people who are into that sort of thing. Right now, distance is key."
It is certainly something Tony has learnt in his time here, that's for sure.
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Firo was no stranger to bloodshed, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. And he certainly couldn't respect people who'd go after each other like that.
He rises to his feet, scanning the water before them. Sure, the guy didn't invite him to come, but Firo's still going to try and check it out anyway. He's rude like that. "You been through these things a lot?"
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He shrugs. Tony was hardly clean when it came to bloodshed and death, but at least he prided himself on only attacking people who came for him first. After all, he might not be naturally violent, but he's also not a moron. He will always defend himself.
"Uh, yeah. This is my fourth Arena. Well, third I've lasted more than a day in. So I kind of have this all down pat by now, yeah."
If anything Tony welcomed the kids company, partially the whole two eyes are better than one thing, but also because he might notice something Tony misses in the area that wasn't tribute related.
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He kicks a small rock into the stream and watches the fish scatter. "Confident, huh? Or just too used to it to get all worried?"
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So Tony my be talking from experience a lot, seeing as out of his team, he is the weakest in most respects. Especially in an arena with no apparent technology whatsoever for him to at least feel useful in.
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There's nothing malicious in the question, just curiosity. Hey, he needs all the tips he can get, so why not try asking?
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"Every one of my deaths was a calculated risk." He replies curtly, before licking his lips. "I usually go out before the end game, for the record."
Tony's hardly someone who dies easily, so he still feels the need to defend his ability to at least survive a long while in the arenas... Mostly.
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He leans his head to one side, nearly smiling. "...Not that I've been goin' around askin' people about it."
See, he's not a huge jerk. Just a really big one.
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Tony gives a shrug himself. After all being the only Heir to his dad's fortune and then taking on his fathers position from 21 Tony knows a little about people wanting to kill him, a fact that only became more solid after becoming Iron Man and having more tenacious people out for your blood.
"And believe me, people have said more insulting things to me than that."
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Firo crouches down to test the water temperature with his hand. "I had a friend who told me he only stopped worryin' about it once it didn't matter anymore for him. So I guess it really depends on you."