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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.
nunpunching: (Herpaderp most ungangsta of faces.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2014-01-18 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Punchy squeezes her back so hard he lifts her off her feet a bit. It's a bizarre, awful place for a reunion. It's completely nonsensical. She's wearing a nighty and he's got blood on him and all around them, people are fighting and screaming and hurting and dying.

But it's a long-overdue hug.

When he lets go, he hops into the passenger's seat of the car. "How you think they got these wheels in this crib?" The stairwell doors are too small, and the elevators don't look large enough. "Gotta be a way out."
doc_holi: (happy)

[personal profile] doc_holi 2014-01-19 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Holiday doesn't mind the atmosphere or the situation. This was far too overdue and she's missed him.

Once the hug is over, she wipes the seat clear of glass and hops in while being careful not to get any on her feet. "They could have built this place around the cars," she says, happy to talk to him once more, "or lifted them up like they did with us... I was thinking of maybe commandeering an elevator?"

They were too small to get a car in, yes, but the least they could do is block one off while they took a ride up. Either that or ram one and give the tributes one less exit from the Cornucopia.

She had mostly taken a car to just drive again. It's been awhile.
nunpunching: (Herpaderp most ungangsta of faces.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2014-01-21 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Or they busted it up on the outs and slapped it into chow in here," Punchy says, throwing open the glove compartment. There's a key, and he grins as he holds it up to the light before placing it on the dash next to Holiday.

"Let's circle round and get some injured bizzles in the back, then get us a private hallfway."
doc_holi: (sneaky smile)

[personal profile] doc_holi 2014-01-22 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Holiday couldn't get rid of her bright smile if she wanted to. She had missed Punchy's way of speaking far too much... Of course he finds a key, though. Would have been nice to think of looking for one before she hot wired the thing, but it all worked out.

"Hold on. I have a feeling my driving's rusty." She put the car in gear and pressed on the gas, speeding their way to the Cornucopia. "Tell me if you want to grab someone." Otherwise, unless she saw someone she knew and trusted, stopping wasn't going to be a thing.
nunpunching: (Why you up in my grill biatch?)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2014-01-22 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Punchy keeps his door open and, feet perched on the step beneath the frame, hangs out the car as they drive, trying to see anyone he might need to hop off and aid. Unfortunately for him, the Cornucopia' dying down - in some cases literally. People are mostly staggering and slinking away now.

He takes a deep breath. He can see bodies on the ground. The flush in his face is rooted in shame.
doc_holi: (blank)

[personal profile] doc_holi 2014-01-24 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
She drives slow enough to not hit anyone literally asking for it and also frowns at the scene. "There'll be more later," she says to Punchy or maybe just herself. There'll be more chances to save people later.

She thinks back to Hawkeye for a moment and how she tried to convince him to leave those that needed help. This was a different situation... She was just going to have to sit somewhere and think through the differences later. For now, Holiday began going towards the elevators nearest, but took a roundabout way in case Punchy saw someone.
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

/wrap?

[personal profile] nunpunching 2014-01-27 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's a hopeless case. Even Punchy knows it. His face falls as he sees the scrambling, knows there's no way to protect everyone. Knows that it's over now.

"Let's bounce," he whispers, following Holiday into the elevator.