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thearena2013-03-16 04:55 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-03-16 04:55 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 06,
- cassandra marko,
- clint barton,
- harley quinn,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ adel-makim-zalur,
- ✘ alpha,
- ✘ anna morasca,
- ✘ asha greyjoy,
- ✘ atticus bell,
- ✘ barbara gordon,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ bruce wayne,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ daniel jackson,
- ✘ diana prince,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. grey,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ draco malfoy,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ gaius,
- ✘ gavroche,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ javert,
- ✘ jim kirk,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ karis needleteeth,
- ✘ katurian katurian,
- ✘ lady,
- ✘ little rock,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ morrigan,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rictor,
- ✘ shatterstar,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ sokka,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ tohru adachi,
- ✘ topher brink
Arena 06 - Happy
The last few hours before the Arena have a strangely stifled quality, as if half the people they interact with are trying very hard not to laugh. Maybe it's the costumes, the fancy gowns and velvet tunics, the short capes. Or maybe it's their destination.
The round courtyard to which the tubes bring them could not be more different from the last arena. Though outside the circle of pedestals, disrepair and neglect has taken over the roads and buildings, the garden inside the circle could not be more perfectly sculpted. Every hedge is a smooth, rounded shape. Flowers bloom brightly in concentric circles of insane color. The Cornucopia sits gleaming and golden, and just in front of its mouth, a bronze statue of a man and a mouse stands amid the heap of supplies.
Aside from it, there is a hush. No flies in the flowers, no wind in the trees. It is a cool day, with the comfortable chill of early spring and noon's short shadows.
Outside the circle, behind the tributes on the northern side, a castle looms. Through its wide gate, devastation everywhere, but it, itself, is shining clean, glowing pink and blue. Opaque windows look down from the heights of it, as uncaring as every hidden camera the veterans know is there.
Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.
And with the final note, the gong rang out, and a firework shot into the sky from the castle's peak, bright enough to burst redly across the sky above them all. Let the Games begin.
((OOC NOTES: IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS POWERS THE CAPITOL HAS NERFED, make sure you are on this list.
And everyone really should review the arena post. Because there's a little more to play with than you might think.
And please remember to add your character's tag to each post they're in.))
The round courtyard to which the tubes bring them could not be more different from the last arena. Though outside the circle of pedestals, disrepair and neglect has taken over the roads and buildings, the garden inside the circle could not be more perfectly sculpted. Every hedge is a smooth, rounded shape. Flowers bloom brightly in concentric circles of insane color. The Cornucopia sits gleaming and golden, and just in front of its mouth, a bronze statue of a man and a mouse stands amid the heap of supplies.
20, shouts the voice from the sky.
Aside from it, there is a hush. No flies in the flowers, no wind in the trees. It is a cool day, with the comfortable chill of early spring and noon's short shadows.
19 - 18 - 17
Outside the circle, behind the tributes on the northern side, a castle looms. Through its wide gate, devastation everywhere, but it, itself, is shining clean, glowing pink and blue. Opaque windows look down from the heights of it, as uncaring as every hidden camera the veterans know is there.
12 - 11
Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.
3
2
1
2
1
And with the final note, the gong rang out, and a firework shot into the sky from the castle's peak, bright enough to burst redly across the sky above them all. Let the Games begin.
((OOC NOTES: IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS POWERS THE CAPITOL HAS NERFED, make sure you are on this list.
And everyone really should review the arena post. Because there's a little more to play with than you might think.
And please remember to add your character's tag to each post they're in.))
Punchy (Open)
Well, the whole thing is exciting, tell the truth. Punchy is amped. Stoked. Pumped. Ready to lay some boss smackdown on all them other bizzles and emerge as a victorious champion. Ready for ladies to fall all over him and ready for his ego to go from a modest twelve (on a scale of one to ten) to a forty-six. He bounces a bit on his heels in the tube. He tucks his hand puppet, strangely nude, into his coat. He already figured out when he was being scored that Judy doesn't work here, so he might as well just keep the little doll as a memento of his sister - why he's doing this, after all. When they get up to the pedestals, he looks around at all the tense homies around him, and he beatboxes a bit to the beat of the countdown.
He's riding an adrenalin high up until the fighting breaks out. Up until he sees that people aren't playing fair, they're going for eyes and broken necks. Up until it sinks in fast, way too fast, that Tributes here are seriously not playing, but trying to kill each other, like brute animals and not like people at all.
It's automatic. Punchy jumps off the pedestals and goes barreling into the middle of the fray, trying to pull people off each other, trying to keep them from killing. "Stop, stop it, knock it off!" To an outsider it might look like he's contributing to the violence, but instead he's reacting on his deepest, most base impulse: he has to be the hero.
Re: Punchy (Open)
Cartwheeling towards Punchy at full speed is a whirl of yellow skirt and leather boots. Harley had one goal in this melee. Making a flashy first appearance.
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"Who you calling short bub?" She barked and tried to stomp on his toes.
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"Respect your mother young man!" She wheezed feeling a throbbing in her side.
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This was more or less what Harley had been hoping for. Irritating as many people as possible in a short period of time. Some people would say this is a poor plan for survival in the long run but Harley knew it would be fun!
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"Hey, kid. It's no use," he called. "There's already blood in the water."
Re: Punchy (Open)
His third thought is that they called him 'kid'.
Dude. Uncool.
"You could give a brother a hand!" Punchy yells as he throws himself between two people brawling.
Re: Punchy (Open)
"Take a look around you. These people are in survival mode. Unless you've got some kind of serious ace up your sleeve, they're not gonna listen." Just like he doubted Punchy was going to listen to him.
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Crivens, this kid had a hero complex. "If you've absolutely got to break up a fight, maybe you should try knocking both sides out instead. You can drag both bodies away, and voila. Instant truce. Way easier than reasoning with them."
This was clearly the best way to approach conflict.
Re: Punchy (Open)
"And you're distracting me!" he says as he just barely dodges a blow to his head.
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Since Punchy claimed to need all his neurons for breaking up of the fight, Gaius obliged him and waited a few moments before interrupting the noises of general scuffling and grunting to yell a few words of encouragement. "Put him in an armlock! No, the other way! Counter-clockwise!"
Re: Punchy (Open)
"You want me to twerk out his shoulder for good?" Geez, does Gaius come from real life, where people actually die for good? How lame.
Re: Punchy (Open)
"He's got a nasty uppercut. I can tell from here." Partially because of the way the guy was built, and partially from the way the other guy reeled backward when a single hit connected. Ouch. That had to smart.
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"Props, homeboy! Thanks for the assist-!" Punchy takes the uppercut to the chest, but it doesn't knock the air out of him. He retaliates with a low kick that sends his foe sprawling.
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...Actually, it was exactly like watching a barfight. And while Gaius didn't doubt the sincerity of the first two fellows, it looked like Punchy was at least capable of taking care of himself.
Of course, Punchy also seemed determined to die on the hill of I'm a Hero, Everyone, So Stop Fighting to the Death Please. Gaius knew the type. He glanced around, wondering if there was a nice hedge to blend into or something. Unfortunately, bright yellow did not blend.