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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.
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The room was dimly lit: Carlos could be seen, but not clearly. The light hadn't been ideal for working with electronics, but Carlos's eyes had adjusted. The light from the doorway reflected off his glasses, gleaming in the darkness, and off of the metal club he was holding.
"Who's there?" came the reply -- it mostly sounded like a legitimate question, but there was a sort of self-conscious awareness that yes, this was the culturally expected response to what will probably be the worst knock-knock joke Carlos has ever heard. Carlos sounded strained, yes, and jumpy, but more defensive than afraid.
He should have locked the doors, he thinks, or blocked them somehow. Damn.
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And, even in the on-going life and death situation he was now apparently in, didn't let the golden opportunity pass him by. Even if it took a moment to muster up a slightly wavering voice to go with it.
"...Poly."
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And he grins. Oh, how he grins at his own horrifically terrible joke. Then steps a few feet closer, hands slipping into his pockets to make the advance more a relaxed stroll than anything. Because, come on. Club or no, if a guy was going to beat him to death he'd probably skip playing along with the joke. Unless, of course, the joke had been so bad the guy now wanted to kill him. That was a possibility.
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He doesn't drop the club, but does swing it back to rest on his shoulder. Easy, nonthreatening, but not unguarded. "That was terrible." Mouse will hear the smile, though.
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Planetariums. Where the real geeks gathered. But, overall, this was going well. Well enough he picks up the strolling thing again, making his way with only minor stumbling over the seats in front of him in the dim light towards the man.
"And it's Mouse."
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Assuming, of course, Black Friday had ever actually been a thing and not just some cruel addition by the machines so they could get a few binary kicks out of human suffering. Whatever the truth on that one, Mouse still shuddered as he walked, remembering what the parking lot here had looked like after the 'shoppers' had left.
"But in that case, I propose a truce between our nations, Carlos."
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"Okay," he said. "A truce it is." Carlos put the mace down, sliding it under one of the planetarium chairs. Out of quick and easy reach. He'll hold out a hand for Mouse to shake, once they're close enough.
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"Let's get to work."
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