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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.
Sherlock | OTA
He was not thankful, however, as he raised into the cornucopia and saw a massive concrete pillar standing between him and his chance at survival. He let out an annoyed breath through his nose, scanning first for John and Joan as the clock began to count down. He couldn't decide what to aim for as he couldn't see it, but it hardly mattered. They were obviously in an urban complex of some kind (the cars beckoned to him quietly), and the only exits he could see were the elevators behind him, but he did not want to be stuck in a concrete jungle without supplies. So. To the cornucopia it was.
As the gong rang, Sherlock dashed off the platform with a speed that only four previous arenas could provide.
Re: Sherlock | OTA
More people down now means fewer people between her and her coveted second place, and a better chance for Kankri and Ellie.
When she tackles Sherlock they both go to the ground, rolling over each other. Venus, with the advantage of having seen that all coming, barrel rolls to her feet.
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The wind was knocked from him utterly as he hit the ground, the thin silk pajamas offering absolutely nothing in the way of padding and scraping his entire left side.
He tried to scramble but he had to suck in air first, and he was moving so much slower than his mind was expecting him to.
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And just as quickly, she's off, using his back to leverage herself up more quickly and running towards the Cornucopia.
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He collapses back to the pavement and coughs, sucking in air even though his chest screams with pain when he does so, and he almost forgets, for a moment, about his arm before he tries to use it to brace himself upright again.
Terrible, terrible, mistake.
Somehow he manages to get himself upright but she's already gone - a whirlwind of pain and it's already over, except that it isn't - throbbing through him so forcefully. He grits his teeth and grips his arm and tries to make for the cornucopia again - to get something, anything, out of it.
When he staggers to his knees again, a small vial rolls up and bumps against his shoe.
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"Christ, Sherlock- hold still," he insisted sharply as soon as he was within earshot, his breathing still rapid from the sprint over and the adrenalin spike at having seen him fall. "Your shoulder's out."
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"Shoulder... ribs... Otherwise fine," He said tightly, but he was obviously in quite a large amount of pain. His eyes flickered over John as he reached out to grab his arm to steady himself. "You look fine," He added breathlessly.
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"Can't be... can't be far. We'll find her. Then... then yes, elevators..."
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