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thearena2013-04-12 07:52 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-04-12 07:52 pm
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Who| Everyone in the arena
What| Even more reasons to hate the Capitol.
Where| Everywhere.
When| 4 am.
Warnings/Notes| Any group is being targeted to be separated. Everyone should be tagging someone they are not with, as well as those they are, as the Gamemakers are driving them apart. (You can feel free to search for, and possibly find your buddies later)
Once upon a time, when this place was a much happier place, fireworks would light up the sky, delighting children and leaving everyone with a magical feeling in their hearts.
This will not leave anyone with a magical feeling.
It was much later than a fireworks show would have ever gone. Closer to dawn then not, when anyone who could rest, even those far from it, would have finally managed to drift off.
It started with a strange, warbling music. For those familiar with this place it feels wrong, close to something they would connect with this show, but wrong. Distorted. Stumbling through a few bars, it starts to peter out just in time for a high pitches whistling.
And then the first firework explodes into the ground in a shower of bright colors, lighting up the castle. There is a moment of silence as the sparks fade.
And then all hell breaks loose.
Whoever is controlling the fireworks obviously have goals in mind. The strikes are tight, controlled. They are herding. Targeting the groups, the pairs, driving them apart.
The fireworks aren't made to kill (although a direct hit may), but they burn flesh, and leave anyone who looks at them too close momentarily blinded. Ever one is a shrieker, loud, louder then the shrillest fourth of July fireworks, screaming toward their targets. The arena is suddenly a shrill battleground, full of blindingly bright colors.
Th whole attack doesn't last longer than 20 minutes, petering off as the divisions have been deemed enough. A few squeal through the night here and there and then finally, blissfully silent.
What| Even more reasons to hate the Capitol.
Where| Everywhere.
When| 4 am.
Warnings/Notes| Any group is being targeted to be separated. Everyone should be tagging someone they are not with, as well as those they are, as the Gamemakers are driving them apart. (You can feel free to search for, and possibly find your buddies later)
Once upon a time, when this place was a much happier place, fireworks would light up the sky, delighting children and leaving everyone with a magical feeling in their hearts.
This will not leave anyone with a magical feeling.
It was much later than a fireworks show would have ever gone. Closer to dawn then not, when anyone who could rest, even those far from it, would have finally managed to drift off.
It started with a strange, warbling music. For those familiar with this place it feels wrong, close to something they would connect with this show, but wrong. Distorted. Stumbling through a few bars, it starts to peter out just in time for a high pitches whistling.
And then the first firework explodes into the ground in a shower of bright colors, lighting up the castle. There is a moment of silence as the sparks fade.
And then all hell breaks loose.
Whoever is controlling the fireworks obviously have goals in mind. The strikes are tight, controlled. They are herding. Targeting the groups, the pairs, driving them apart.
The fireworks aren't made to kill (although a direct hit may), but they burn flesh, and leave anyone who looks at them too close momentarily blinded. Ever one is a shrieker, loud, louder then the shrillest fourth of July fireworks, screaming toward their targets. The arena is suddenly a shrill battleground, full of blindingly bright colors.
Th whole attack doesn't last longer than 20 minutes, petering off as the divisions have been deemed enough. A few squeal through the night here and there and then finally, blissfully silent.
Barbara was all alone anyway. ;;
It's not like the place had ever seemed like a game. But Joking... Joking was what Barbara did when she was scared. Pretending everything was okay. Harley had helped her to do that. Harley - and a large portion of luck with who she ran into - had made that possible. Watching the clown girl's neck snap, less than a minute after escaping that position herself... That was a lot harder to laugh off.
Hence: One de-costumed purple batgirl, all huddled in the shadows when the lights began to shine. ...She dud move pretty quickly when the lights started to rain down, at least. Dodging was what she did, after all. Dodging was all she seemed able to do, really, but that was an internal sulk for later in the evening when she wasn't being chased by fireworks. So far, she didn't seem to be getting that many... but she was going for cover before that changed.
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In between explosions he realized that his hiding place wasn't entirely empty. "Hello?" he asked, sure that his ears were ringing from all of the noise.
Even in the darkness there were the noticeable dark stains of dried blood on the sleeves of his costume.
Sorry. Been buried by college. ;;
She eyed the blood, not quite willing to step back - not quite willing to rush forward against this thraet.
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He flinched as another firework went off and folded back into the darkness, not wanting to risk being burned.
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"I think you need to have supplies to grab them."
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Barbara might be young, but she still knows a thing or two about being a super hero. Namely, you don't send people out alone into the fireworks storm when they say they don't need their stuff anymore.
"Where are we going?"
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and then i took 7 days to get in here. sorry!!! i have been busy
It was mostly by accident he slid into Barbara's hiding spot, too. He didn't notice her, at first - as on alert as he was, he was mostly listening to be sure a firework wasn't about to home in on him.
A 22 year old man who doesn't seem to have noticed you is in your hiding spot, Barbara. What do?
Pfff, it's fine! I've been slow too.
She crouched against the wall when she saw him, content on just watching for the next little bit. She wasn't out for a fight while the world exploded.