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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.
onlyimmune: (aiming)

Ellie | OTA

[personal profile] onlyimmune 2014-01-18 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Ellie had no idea what to think when they gave her the clothing for the arena. Firstly, she'd never actually seen a onesie, let alone one of a glow-in-the-dark skeletal unicorn. She gave up even trying to think of what it was supposed to be, other than to give people a laugh, and instead prepared herself for the arena as she was raised up toward the surface.

It had been jungle last time, but she had heard that they changed every time. What now? Desert? Tundra? The Open Ocean?

The last thing she was possible expecting was a parking lot.

"What the..." She muttered to herself as she looked around, but there was no one she knew directly on either side, and there were nearly fifty tributes arrayed in the huge circle around the cornucopia.

She sucked in a breath and focused. Fine. Grab some supplies, get the fuck out of here. She could do that. Maybe this time she would manage something more than a few moldy apples.

The clock counted down, and on the gong she was off like a shot.
Edited 2014-01-18 20:45 (UTC)
wantwhatiwant: clasticon (If looks could kill)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2014-01-20 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Pajamas... right. At least they were warm, he would never forget his first arena and the distinct lack of clothing he had been given. But still it was hard to feel anything but vulnerable in red pajamas with what looked like blue sheep on them. He hadn't worn pajamas since he was about twelve.

He looked around as they were risen from the ground, a parking lot... The last two arenas had been vast, huge country side full of things that could kill you. It was strange to have such limited vision.

The moment the gong went he ran, the Cornucopia was always the most terrifying part, that he would be injured, or that he would injure someone was very likely. But he needed supplies, he knew from his first arena, lack of supplies could mean a very painful time.

So he ran, and found that he was heading towards the same pile as a girl, Mindy he thought until he actually reached it and realised it was another girl of a similar need. He felt a rush of anger at the amount of kids that the Capitol had brought here. Remembering the choir of kids in the districts he felt bile in the back of his throat. He wasn't a hero. None of them were.

He stepped back, torn between wanting the stuff and not wanting to fight a kid.
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[personal profile] onlyimmune 2014-01-22 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Ellie slammed into the pile with all the force of a hurricane, having not stopped for anything or anyone on her way there. She immediately started scrounging when she realised there was someone else there and she nearly jumped out of her skin, scrambling back from the box and trying to find anything to hand that she could protect herself with. But- nada.

"Keep the fuck back!" She yelled instead, hoping bravado was a good enough defense.
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (yeah whatever)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2014-01-22 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not going to hurt you." He shouted back, bringing his hands up to show he was unnamed. Not that he didn't know how to harm with just his hands, but the point was he wasn't going to. She was a kid, probably younger than Debbie.

He was ready though, in case she attacked.
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[personal profile] onlyimmune 2014-01-25 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
She watched him carefully, not going back for the box right yet. The sound of the cornucopia around them was rising.

"Alright well just -- just keep your distance, okay," She said, the bravado still keeping her voice up. She wasn't about to trust anyone when supplies were at stake.
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (yeah whatever)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2014-01-25 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." He nodded taking a marked step back. "Got ya." He kept an eye on her but at the same time began moving towards some other supplies, away from her.
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[personal profile] onlyimmune 2014-01-28 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
She keeps a wary eye on him as she rips open the box and then curses, lowly, when there is nothing in it except fire starting kits. She grabs a couple just as another random tribute slams into her from behind as they ran past her - knocking her into the box as the air left her lungs in a ragged gasp.
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (yeah whatever)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2014-01-28 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
Ian grabs a bag, not checking what is inside it but slinging it over his shoulder and looks back just in time to see her be flung into the box. He doesn't go near though he does call across, "You alright?" Before turning and elbowing someone getting too close. They seem to get the idea and change direction.
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[personal profile] onlyimmune 2014-01-30 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
She staggers back upright, shooting a glare behind her at the tribute that's already disappeared before grabbing what she can out of the box.

"Yeah--" She says, but she's breathless and winded. Fuck the cornucopia. This thing never goes well for her, and she starts to stumble away from it. At least this kid didn't seem that eager to kill her. "Yeah, I'm fine."
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (yeah whatever)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2014-01-30 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't look fine, but Ian nodded and reached out to grab a sleeping bag he had spotted, before starting to move away himself, the Cornucopia was getting more violent, as people began fighting for the final supplies.

"Best get out of here."
onlyimmune: (worrying)

[personal profile] onlyimmune 2014-01-31 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Fuck this noise," Ellie agreed as she pulled away from the box and started stumbling into the parking lot. She paused and looked back, though, before she totally disappeared.

"You're pretty okay. I'm Ellie! Don't shank me next time I see you and we'll get along fine."
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (smirk)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2014-01-31 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Name's Ian, I won't, if you return the favour." He grinned at her and legged it, running towards the nearest exit before anyone decided to take his stuff off him.