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thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 09,
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- karkat vantas,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ barbara gordon,
- ✘ beck,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ danny fenton,
- ✘ deanna winchester,
- ✘ diana ladris,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ eren,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ iskierka,
- ✘ jean kirschtein,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ julian bashir,
- ✘ justin law,
- ✘ kain highwind,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ kili,
- ✘ leonard mccoy,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ mouse,
- ✘ nepeta leijon,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ ruby lucas,
- ✘ sam winchester,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ starkiller,
- ✘ subaru sumeragi,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ venus dee milo,
- ✘ willow,
- ✘ zelos wilder
ARENA 09 - THE MUSEUM
The Tributes are woken up early for this Arena, and switched from whatever sleeping attire they're currently in to a set of pajamas, each designed for the individual in questions. Women wear onesies, and most of the men wear two-pieces, but other than that any similarities are at random - the outfits are in all sorts of colors and patterns.
The floor of the helicopter taking them to their Arena location, and of the underground entrance to the tubes that hoist them to the surface, will feel cold under their bare feet.
Rather than bringing them to sunlight, like the tubes have in the past, instead the Tributes are presented to a dark concrete ceiling in a badly-lit parking lot. Fluorescent lights do little to illuminate the cavernous space.
The countdown begins, announced as if from far away.
20
19
18…
The Cornucopia, a ghastly thing carved from stone and concrete, sits at the center of a pattern of white and yellow lines reminiscent of spots for parked cars. The painted lines create a sort of spoked wheel, providing lanes for the Tributes leading to the prizes at the center. Some of the more unfortunate Tributes will find the concrete architecture has placed pillars in their lanes.
8
7
6…
Six parked cars lie around the outskirts of the huge lot, barely visible in the dim lighting. Glowing exit signs on two opposite sides of the chamber announce where Tributes should go to escape the bloodbath. Elevator doors are perched beneath them.
3
2
1
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
The floor of the helicopter taking them to their Arena location, and of the underground entrance to the tubes that hoist them to the surface, will feel cold under their bare feet.
Rather than bringing them to sunlight, like the tubes have in the past, instead the Tributes are presented to a dark concrete ceiling in a badly-lit parking lot. Fluorescent lights do little to illuminate the cavernous space.
The countdown begins, announced as if from far away.
19
18…
The Cornucopia, a ghastly thing carved from stone and concrete, sits at the center of a pattern of white and yellow lines reminiscent of spots for parked cars. The painted lines create a sort of spoked wheel, providing lanes for the Tributes leading to the prizes at the center. Some of the more unfortunate Tributes will find the concrete architecture has placed pillars in their lanes.
7
6…
Six parked cars lie around the outskirts of the huge lot, barely visible in the dim lighting. Glowing exit signs on two opposite sides of the chamber announce where Tributes should go to escape the bloodbath. Elevator doors are perched beneath them.
2
1
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
Venus | OTA
The mental preparation doesn't take that long. Venus has been doing this sort of thing for much longer than she was in Panem. She closes her eyes and thinks of who her allies are, who her enemies are. She opens them when the familiar needle - her 'booster shot' - goes into her shoulder.
"You couldn't warn me?" She rolls her eyes as her Stylist wipes the spot of the injection down. "How long will this last?"
"A few weeks."
"The whole Arena?"
"A few weeks. The audience wants to see if Enjolras comes for you when you need him most."
"That's fucking great," Venus says. She stares down at her feet, at the blue-painted toenails winking back up at her, her feet curled slightly against the cold floor. "Because he's not even watching."
She walks without being led to the tube, not resigned to her fate because she doesn't consider it condemnation. By the time she reaches the top of the tube and can take in the parking lot and her competition, she's got her game face on, her sly, camera-ready smirk.
Time to baptize another Arena in blood. Venus lowers herself into a runner's stance, eyes focused not on the prizes but on the Tributes around her. When the gong goes off she springs off her pedestal and sprints down her lane with the speed of a runaway train.
Re: Venus | OTA
Feeling cocky she even performed a graceful front flip over a Tribute who tripped and fell, sticking her tongue out at them as she darted away. Nothing could stop her now right?!
A fire starting kit...perfect! She turned to run for it.
Re: Venus | OTA
It's not that Venus has a killer instinct, really, and it's not even that she intends to kill Harley. It's just that without thinking she lunges forward and grabs Harley around the waist, throwing her to the ground on the asphalt. Venus is in battle mode now, all action and impulse without thought for the consequences beyond that one less competitor is one less person in the way. Before Harley has a chance to get up Venus is on top of her.
Re: Venus | OTA
Acting faster then smarter she swung her arm in a punch, not the most graceful or powerful of swings but it was fast and sharp and aimed for Venus's face.
Re: Venus | OTA
Re: Venus | OTA
Instantly her eyes burned and watered turning red and she shrieked, bucking her body under Venus and kicking with her legs. She needed to rinse her eyes out NOW! And that meant she needed to deal with Venus fast.
Re: Venus | OTA
Re: Venus | OTA
Unfortunately that desperate sucking of air means she inhales more of the chemical into her nose and mouth.
Whimpering on the ground she feels her muscles starting to twitch. Whatever this stuff is it's acting fast and-
The world goes white for a moment, a flash of brilliant paint and she's on the floor sobbing through burning blurry eyes.
What just happened!? Was she still being attacked? Her heart was stabbing at her and she clawed at the ground to try and push off the floor and get a look around.
Some clever tribute trampled her and all they got was a yip like she was a kicked dog. Her right arm didn't seem to want to answer her commands so her left arm was under her, hauling her body along the floor. When she tried to get her knee up under her it just slid away.
She felt a tickle on her chin and brought her functioning arm up to dab at it. Foaming drool and blood, had she bit her tongue? She'd barely felt it! And the foam put some silly thought into her mind.
"Rabies?"
Her voice didn't sound like her own and she groaned continuing to drag herself away from the melee.
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Get supplies. Don't die.
Looking at the mass of people around her, she figured that was easier said, than done. Especially given her get up, a soft pink onesie with black pentagrams stitched on it. Another things she could probably pin on her favorite stylist.
Still, when the gong goes off, De sprints into action, intending to grab the most of what she can and get the hell out. And she's in, and has an armful of shit, good shit, when she finds herself far too close to Venus for comfort.
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She lunges for the woman in the pink onesie with the terrifying speed and momentum of an athlete who doesn't care if they hurt themselves. Her leg swings out to roundhouse kick De in the stomach, to make her double over and spill the supplies on the ground. Her foot makes a whipping sound through the air as it snaps forward.
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But clearly, this human was perfectly fine taking her out.
And all was fair in love, and war, and she was pretty damn sure this counted as war.
The kick its, and she feels pain shoot through her gut, but she knows how to take a hit, and roll with it. Stuffing the supplies down the front of her onesie, she tucked down, barreling for Venus.
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Venus doesn't have time to dodge, but she does have time to brace, and as such the two of them collide hard. Venus feels her teeth crack together inside her skull as she twists sideways, trying to throw De to the ground. She kicks up for between De's legs, knowing that even if De's a girl, a moneyshot will hurt like a motherfucker.
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It was third grade tactic, but as they hit the ground, hard, she's willing to take anything she can get.
If she can score an injury on Venus foot, she might be able to get away.
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Unfortunately for De, she's back up soon, and wrenches De by the waist and onto the hood of a nearby car.
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This was a terrible day.
She grunted as she hits the car, before twisting, grabbing Venus around her waist and heaving up. Trying to use her smaller stature to her benefit, along with the curve of the car's hood, to tip Venus over her head.
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She doesn't get up, for the moment. She's not unconscious, just stunned.
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Of course, despite her threatening posture, Shepard isn't all that interested in defending Venus; but she does bend down a bit to ask, "Hey, doin' okay down there?"
Shepard's opinion of the arena meshed will with Venus'. You leave the past behind you, and the arena is fiction, each instance isolate unto itself. But for what the Commander was about to do, this was recent news.
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"-fuck!" She bucks and lashes her leg out, trying to knock Shepard's other foot out from under her.
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"Now, you listen to me. Garrus Vakarian is part of my crew. Mine," she took another step back, and the hood popped under her weight, shifting a little. Broken glass skittered by to tinkle on the floor, "Now I'm not one to hold grudges, so this time I'm letting you off easy. But in the future you want to think real long and hard before you go after him."
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And so she lays there, wallowing in Shepard's threat and nothing more.
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De doesn't hesitate to make sure Venus is ok, though, leaping over the windshield and scrambling over the back of the car. Getting the hell out of dodge with her payload is about the only thing on her mind, and she isn't going to mess that up right now.
((End?))