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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.
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Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.
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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.))
Karis Needleteeth (open)
Her surroundings interest her - this is where they're going to fight. This is where a lot of people are going to die and Karis plans to be the cuase of quite a few of them. Or at the very least to make it to the end. A second death isn't really on her list of things to do and she's absolutely confident that she can kill just about anyone she runs into.
The decay and overgrowth remind her vaguely of Lordaeron and the way most of the kingdom had fallen apart in the years following the coming of the Scourge. It's a sharp contrast with the well-groomed lawn and plants surrounding their starting area and it's enough to make her suspicious. And maybe a little nervous, not that she's going to admit that. As the countdown starts to tick down, she readies herself, body held tense and gaze focused on the scattered array of goods.
She knows what she's going to do. She also doesn't care who she has to kill to get what she wants.
As the timer finally reaches zero, she springs forward in a rush of dead flesh and bony claws. Time to kill.
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The second thing he thinks is that this cape is a serious choking hazzard.
He spends the first few seconds on the platform trying to straighten the cape, to tuck it in his clothing, to get it out of the way, but he gives in because his hand are too shaky to get much done, and the clock keeps tick ticking down.
At the sound of the gong, he bolts.
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Punchy sees the claws before he even sees who they're aimed at, and his response is instinctual. He bolts forward, sidesteps someone going for a bag near his feet, and loses a crucial second before he arrives behind Karis and wrenches her backwards with a hand to her shoulder. Right as her claws are going for Katurian's face.
"No! Stop! We don't got to be icing each other!" He has a whole speech planned out - and admittedly his superhero training did include a class on breath control, so one can deliver witty one-liners in the midst of combat - but he barely gets a moment to say anything further.
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Her claws are out and she goes right for his face, intending on blinding him.
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Is someone saving him?
This cape is a serious choking hazard.
He acts without thinking, his hands gripping at Karis' cape as she turns away from him to attack the boy. He tugs upward in an attempt to ride it up her neck, and then he pulls with all his strength.
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There's a spurt of blood and Punchy doesn't even realize what's happened when half his vision goes dark. He doesn't piece it together when something white and gelatinous joins the blood splattering his chest. He bends over at the electric pain, hand coming up to cover the injury, and then it sort of clicks.
Oh.
Oh well.
He gets back up and, with fluid, practiced grace, tries to kick Karis' legs out from under her. If she's going to be turning peeps into julienne fries, he's got to restrain her, somehow. Even if that means coming on the sharp end of those claws again.
"Move, homie, move!" he yells at Katurian. "Go now!"
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The breathers are actually fighting back.
Well, no one said it was going to be easy.
She starts to get back to her feet, eyes narrowed in a vicious glare. She's going to hurt someone. That someone probably being Punchy.
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Katurian's stomach turns, squeezes, jumps.
He can't leave him. His fear tells him to run, but mathematics and his conscience are on his side. This woman (this being) is dangerous, and right now, the best advantage they have is numbers. She cannot watch both of them at once. She cannot kill both of them at once.
"Once upon a time," he says, raising his voice to an almost yell, "There was a little boy who lived with his mother and father on the base of great, great hill, and although they were not very rich, they were very happy!"
He will be the distraction. The buzzing fly.
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He really wishes the Gamemakers had let him keep his goggles. They would have done something.
None of his blows are aimed to kill. He aims another kick at the side of her knee, throws an elbow up to protect the other side of his face. It occurs to him that Karis might be a zombie, like Dead Kid Fred, and also that zombies can really only die by fire. It also occurs to him that zombies are generally pretty lonely, and an unbidden, inconvenient surge of sympathy rushes up through his stomach.
And Katurian's near him, yelling something, and not moving like Punchy told him to. That puts him out a little. He's trying to be the hero here and clearly, Katurian's got the situation all confused and thinks Punchy's in dire need of a particularly pallid, loquacious sidekick at best.
He listens for what Katurian's saying, and then he asks a question he's only ever had directed at himself before:
"Homeboy, why are you talking like that?"
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All she has to do is grapple him and then she can go to work with teeth and claws. Tear his throat out and watch him bleed out.
Karis is a bit vicious.
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He resumes the story through harsh breaths and hysteria, the words the only thing keeping him from total collapse.
"One day, the boy's mother and father sent him to the town to buy bread, and when he returned, he found that his house was crushed by an avalanche and his mother was dead and his father was dead and he had no one else in the world for him, no friends or relatives or anything, because this boy had been so happy and so content that he believed family was all he needed!"
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"What the hell's up in your grill, man?" he yells at Katurian, then catches Katurian's fist before it collides with Karis' head (with his arm that is currently streaming blood from a series of four claw marks). "She's a zom, homie, don't hit her bean, it could kill her!"
Not that it stops Punchy from trying to shatter Karis' femur with a stomping kick. Just because he doesn't want to kill her doesn't mean he wants more claws in his face.
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"She's trying to kill us!"
He screams the words, but this is an acceptable scream in the same way that loudly telling stories is an acceptable scream. Nevertheless, this is what finally gets him to stop, that hand around his fist, those dissonant words. He hardly has time to recover before Karis is running at him, and he cowers, holding his arms out in an attempt to protect his head.
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Punchy throws himself into Karis, between her and Katurian, shoulder-checking her to the ground. Her claws manage to rip a line up his neck as she does. "I told you to stand down, girl!"
He throws his weight on top of her, grabbing her wrists and trying to immobilize her hands. He doesn't have a hand to wave at Katurian, but he would be gesturing frantically if he did with the universal symbol for 'gtfo, homeboy'.
"Go! Go now! I got this! Just go!"
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I hope you like pissed off zombies, Punchy.
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...Oh wait.
Punchy cringes as Karis' teeth sink into his arm, and he smashes his left fist into her shoulder. He's heavier than her, and that means she can't get much leverage to push him off. "I told you to stand down!"
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"I'm going to tear your damn throat out, you fucking-"
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But thankfully Karis isn't holding onto him tight enough that he can't break free of her one-handed grip, so he pushes away from her, stomping on her ankle as he goes. He's wasting too much time here. Too much time and too much blood.
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