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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm

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.
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[personal profile] gruesome 2014-01-18 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The only thing the stylist team could figure out for sleepwear for Some was a nightshirt, cut away at the sides so it draped over his back but fell nearly to his knees in front. They compensated for its simplicity by making it bright blue. A blue so bright that even the grue could see it. He picked at the design on it, a cheery moon and stars, each with smiling faces, while the tube rose and pushed him into the arena.

This part was familiar. He could feel his heart speed up as he looked around at the circle of tributes, all waiting. The smell of tension was thick under the low, comforting ceiling.

The moment the signal rang, Some sprinted for one of the exit signs like a filing drawn to a lodestone, down on all eights and running in undulating leaps.