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thearena2015-09-28 11:15 am
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Arena 15: In The Eye Of The Capitol
For the majority of you, this has become a familiar morning routine. Escorts come to pick up their Tributes and Stylists quickly see to setting them up with the bland and thin grey suits, much to most of their dismay. You'll not hear a word said in complaint though. The staff has gotten the threat to them loud and clear. Only the daring will be willing to offer even a mere "good luck". Peacekeepers quickly collect Tributes to send them off into the launch tubes. If you're from the Districts, it may be one of the last things you ever see.
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What everyone rises up to is not much better a sight. It's a war zone out here in every sense. Those native to Panem will recognize the sight before them, having seen it every year in a propaganda tape. The wreckage of District thirteen. The Cornucopia sits at the very center. Offworlders might recognize some of the weapons there, and if not, then they'll certainly be able to spot some familiar scenes far on the outer edges of the arena, perhaps even a beast or two they know well from their worlds.
It's muddy and damp and there's plenty of wreckage to cut one's self upon no matter where it is Tributes run. The Cornucopia tempts the Tributes in for its bloodbath. Districter and Offworlder alike, there will only be one winner.
The gong rings out and a voice announces; “The Arena is now open”. The Tributes are free to make their choice; to run or to fight. The Games have begun.
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By the end of the night, one child from each District will have their face shone up into the sky, the first twelve killed at the Cornucopia. Only twelve to go...
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What everyone rises up to is not much better a sight. It's a war zone out here in every sense. Those native to Panem will recognize the sight before them, having seen it every year in a propaganda tape. The wreckage of District thirteen. The Cornucopia sits at the very center. Offworlders might recognize some of the weapons there, and if not, then they'll certainly be able to spot some familiar scenes far on the outer edges of the arena, perhaps even a beast or two they know well from their worlds.
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It's muddy and damp and there's plenty of wreckage to cut one's self upon no matter where it is Tributes run. The Cornucopia tempts the Tributes in for its bloodbath. Districter and Offworlder alike, there will only be one winner.
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The gong rings out and a voice announces; “The Arena is now open”. The Tributes are free to make their choice; to run or to fight. The Games have begun.
By the end of the night, one child from each District will have their face shone up into the sky, the first twelve killed at the Cornucopia. Only twelve to go...
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Not willing to take a chance, he whistled to Luna to head away from her spot and get her to move, make her not look like the easiest targets to kill since the creation of the term "lame duck".
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It takes a second to realize she's been standing in place for a few minutes with the Cornucopia still within decent range, and that very well might be it then. But still, she calls out to Ellis: "I'm sorry! What do you want?"
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"C'mon! You look more lost than a deer in the headlights!" he added, "I'm Ellis by the way, District 4! Wha's yer name?" Nothing like a little familiarity to help with the survival.
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Nice to meet you doesn't quite cut it right now, so she breaks off there and looks out in the direction of the forest, then back towards the direction she came from. She looks more alert this time, no longer lost, but it's clear that the Cornucopia is still on Luna's mind. With every second more people may be dying, and she's here debating over introductions.
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He wasn't a bleeding heart and he kept his weapon close by, but something about this one strikes Ellis as innocent and not long for the Arena.
"Let's head on up, we can split from there."
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Still, it takes a moment for her to speak up. "Um--I was wondering if there's anyone back there who might need help. I could help them if..." She realizes that Ellis will find that strange, and he would be right to. But the idea of leaving others behind is probably different for him than it is for her right now.
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His first Cornucopia entered with him roasted alive, and he'd rather have this kind tribute survive a little longer. Maybe that was cruel of him to think in terms of how useful strangers were.
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She's quiet for a moment as she digests the thought, and then Luna looks towards the forest Ellis has been leading her towards. "We should keep going, then." Her voice is weaker this time, but it is steady. "Your plan sounds likea good one."
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Then again, they have the Hunger Games and kindness is just another way of making television drama. He remembered something in school about the Romans and it feels like even the Gladiators could suffer the same fate as the martyrs. There's a few things that can be learned from all this as he met Luna halfway and escorted her into the Forest. "Y'should focus on findin' friends right now."
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Thinking on that, she smiles at Ellis in acknowledgement. "I will. Thank you for all your help, Ellis. Maybe we can meet again later, at a better time and place."
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Witches were murderous monsters but they were efficient at luring kindhearted victims, like Luna.
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Luna watches Ellis go in slight bewilderment before turning in another different with a lingering feeling of unease. She appreciates the help, of course, but the warning is more than a little startling. Zombies?
She makes sure to take it to heart, though. Dark buildings, crying, probably zombies. Avoid if possible. Got it.