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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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He couldn't really argue with that reasoning, though.
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The wince that wiped away Lindsey's grin was genuinely pained. While he managed to find a pair of mismatched pants to go with his stolen shoes, the upper 'pajamas' robe, little more than a long vest that tied together poorly, still left far too much skin exposed for his liking. It left his chest with the bullet scars open, and he looked like a rent boy with a poor taste in pants. It was better than the mini shorts that he was shoved into the arena in, he suppose.
"Can't you see I'm window shopping here?" He glanced from figure to figure, the various absurd outfits of the different arenas, and suddenly Lindsey wasn't sure he liked them any better. "Unless you're offering to be decked."
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"I'd rather help you pick out a nice outfit, being the fashionista that I am," he smiled, moving to stand on Lindsey's side while he surveyed the wax displays. After a brief pause, he did look back to the other man. "Of course, I have no qualms with you just running around naked, if you wanna do that."
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Lindsey snorted back, relaxing a little past his bravado. "I do. But as you can see, our outfit this time isn't the worst one there is." The previous ones included everything from parkas to puffy princely outfits in eyesore colors. There wasn't much that he was too impressed with.
Still walking along, he stopped before the figure of a green man with red horns and blood red eyes. Lindsey looked at him with a strange smile. "He'd feel right at home with them."
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Gabriel had just started walking along as he eyed the statue of Dean again, looking the figure up and down. This place was giving him the creeps, but at least the matching set wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Then he finally looked over to what Lindsey was looking at. "Ugh!... You mean the ones from Mars?"
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Walking back over to stand by Gabriel, he looked up at Dean's figure, then fixed on the knife on the wax figure's belt. He remembered that knife, he had taken it from Dean's cooling body when he killed him that time.
Giving Gabriel a look, he turned and openly took the display knife from Dean's figure.
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The angel watched as Lindsey took the knife, not bothering to stop him or say anything. He wasn't worried about weapons. Yet. However, he did look up at the statue again with a raised eyebrow. "I take it you met."
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"Oh, this guy? Yeah... Dan... or something." He glanced down at the plaque with the tribute's name on it. "Dean. He was here a few arenas ago. I took him out."
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"Congratulations," Gabriel huffed. "I killed him once, too, you know. Well, over a hundred times, actually. I stuck him in this infinite loop and, man-" He laughs at the good old days. "The taco part was my favorite."
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His eyebrows attempted to meet his hairline and he waved a finger between Gabriel and the statue. There was something haunted that flashed in Lindsey's gaze though. "You and him, from the same world? This is back when you're an angel, I take it."
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"I'm still an angel," he grumbled, "but yeah. Sorta kinda ended up dying for his sorry ass. Emphasis on the sorta kinda part." There was also Kali... And Sam and humanity and all of that, yeah. "At least his better half didn't end up here, too. Don't see his statue, at least."
This brought a few more questions to light, seeing as Dean was apparently here before... This head full of questions thing was really super annoying.
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"These guys are only the ones who came and left. They were here, and now they're not. No one really knows what happened to them." Lindsey shrugged and wandered off to the next tribute.
He considered stealing some of the clothes here, but he wasn't too fond of the other costumes either.
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"You, too, huh? It doesn't seem to be too rare of a thing." Yet, what Lindsey says next is a tad bit troubling. No one knows what happened to them? He looks around at all the others there. Perhaps it was the same thing that had happened to him. Perhaps they were just... momentarily gone or something.
He looked back to Dean. Or something. "How long ago did he vanish? Was he acting funny? High and mighty or something?" Random questions followed by a very serious look about the Trickster.
Excuse him if he's wondering whether or not he was the only archangel here. Definitely gonna have to go back and check up on old Dean-o.