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thearena2012-05-26 03:52 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2012-05-26 03:52 pm
ARENA 02- let's get this party started
There is a different tension in the air. This is the first time anyone has been returning to the arena, and it changes things. For the tributes that know, for those prepping them. It's all under the surface, waiting. The prep goes the same as before.
The tributes are taken from the Training Center, one by one, and placed into the hovercraft that will take them on a long, tense ride to the Arena. New tributes have a tracking device implants in their arm, old tributes have their's activated, a move so similar, so swift it would be hard to notice.
Left alone with their stylist, each tribute is dressed quickly, light colors, cotton fabric, sturdy boots. Nothing waterproof, and nothing that will help against cold, dark nights. Then they are set into the clear tubes, and go up to whatever waits above while the voice counts down.
25 - 24 - 23 - 22 - 21
It late evening, but the summer sun is still high and the day is hot over the ruined city that rises up around them. The air shimmers with it, hot, heavy, pressing down on the tributes.
18 - 17 - 16 - 15
The cornucopia, the only bright, new thing in sight besides the pedestals they stand on shimmer brilliantly in the sun, all the life saving supplies scattered around in, tempting and deadly.
9 - 8 - 7
They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early.
4 - 3
2
The sound of the gong releasing them echos into the empty streets. Let the games begin.
[OOC: Don't forget the OOC Arena post, especially those of you running for the Cornucopia. Every single one of you ought to post to this post. There will be a Cornucopia thread, and anyone else feel free to post as you will. Please add a tag with your character's name.]
The tributes are taken from the Training Center, one by one, and placed into the hovercraft that will take them on a long, tense ride to the Arena. New tributes have a tracking device implants in their arm, old tributes have their's activated, a move so similar, so swift it would be hard to notice.
Left alone with their stylist, each tribute is dressed quickly, light colors, cotton fabric, sturdy boots. Nothing waterproof, and nothing that will help against cold, dark nights. Then they are set into the clear tubes, and go up to whatever waits above while the voice counts down.
25 - 24 - 23 - 22 - 21
It late evening, but the summer sun is still high and the day is hot over the ruined city that rises up around them. The air shimmers with it, hot, heavy, pressing down on the tributes.
18 - 17 - 16 - 15
The cornucopia, the only bright, new thing in sight besides the pedestals they stand on shimmer brilliantly in the sun, all the life saving supplies scattered around in, tempting and deadly.
9 - 8 - 7
They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early.
4 - 3
2
The sound of the gong releasing them echos into the empty streets. Let the games begin.
[OOC: Don't forget the OOC Arena post, especially those of you running for the Cornucopia. Every single one of you ought to post to this post. There will be a Cornucopia thread, and anyone else feel free to post as you will. Please add a tag with your character's name.]
Re: CORNUCOPIA
The first thing he's aware of as his Launch Plate meets the arena is the heat. It seems to press in around him, as if it's filled the entire arena and simply has nowhere else to go. The beginning of the countdown resonates in his ears as his eyes sweep the battlegrounds. A city in ruins. It would be a difficult place to survive without twenty-four other tributes all fighting to the death.
He finds the Cornucopia, and confusion sets in. Where are the weapons? He doesn't see any weapons. Why would they provide weapons for you to show off your weaponry skills before the Gamemakers with and then provide you with none? Fighting to quell his rising irritation, he reasons that they could, perhaps, be within those bags.
The countdown is winding to a close and he takes an opportunity to glance over the tributes he will be up against, taking in what few important details he can before the gong sounds the beginning of the games.
The scientist takes off without a second's hesitation for the Cornucopia sitting there within the twisted remains of the amusement park.
[Interactions welcome, but Grey survives the Cornucopia.]
Re: CORNUCOPIA
Re: CORNUCOPIA
"Watch where you're going." He snarls at the clumsy man.
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