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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.))
Bruce Wayne (Open, will be busting heads of others tryin to bust heads if you're game)
And then he was being loaded into the tube, which opened onto a scene both familiar and radically different.
Last time he'd been in this position he'd been alone, there hadn't been a running countdown, and the cornucopia with all its wealth of supplies had been picked bare. This time none of that was true, and the arena was not a frozen wasteland, it was... colorful. Bright. And, beyond the jewel-like flowers and the perfectly maintained garden, ruined buildings stretched.
There could be something useful in them. First, though, was the matter of something useful closer to hand. Scattered across the ground were bags and cans. Either could be useful, and would give him something to work with.
He knew what was coming in at least a second-hand way, from watching tapes. The countdown would end, and all hell would break loose.
There weren't any weapons that Bruce could see, which was something. Hopefully less people would die.
3...
2...
1...
Bruce sprinted for a bag.
Re: Bruce Wayne (Open, will be busting heads of others tryin to bust heads if you're game)
Harley had spotted another victim and decided "Wearing an outfit like that should be punishment enough. But I've always liked to kick em while they're down!"
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"Quinn." His voice is a flat, almost-familiar growl - too close, really, but it's hard to think with another voice in a situation like this. The next words are a little better, more normal for Bruce Wayne. Still angry, of course, but that's only to be expected. "What do you think you're doing? Get out of here."
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"Wowzers Brucie! That was a heck of a throw! Where'd you learn that? Rich kids school?"
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"Get out of here, you're going to get yourself killed."
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Dusting herself off she glanced over her shoulder at some nearby struggles for items.
"Besides, where's the fun in that?"
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He can't think about it. If he did, it would make him sick.
"This isn't fun."
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She tried to grab his shoulder and spin him around so he would face away from the chaos. "And if ANYONE should be running around here it's you playboy. This is a place for fighters, not guys who have people to make their bed for them after a one night stand with a couple of gold diggers!"
In her own twisted way, she was actually concerned about HIS well being?
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He let her grab him, if only because there doesn't seem to be anything violent in the action. He couldn't jump at everything. Not here. "I've been working out," he tells her, over his shoulder. His voice is still hard.
"I'm serious, Harley. Get out of here. Find a place to hide and try to stay alive.
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"So how ya gonna make me?"
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"Fine."
Bruce grabs a can near his feet - it's better than nothing, and can be used as a weapon itself, and runs into the fray. There are people here less suited than Harley for taking care of themselves.
He can't save everyone.
He can try.