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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.
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[personal profile] hanssome 2014-01-21 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
It's really not how Hans expected his first encounter with someone less amicable than the dwarf in the elevator would go down, but it's a lot better than the beating he was expecting to take. He's still prickling with caution, but as the annoyance of being smacked in the face wears off he begins to feel relieved.

"It's no good to me now." He points out, glancing down at it before back up to the other man. Princes don't eat off the ground, even if this is the so-called Hunger Games. "Who hasn't had wienerbrod?" His voice sounds faintly amused as he watches that reaction. He can't help but feel a little pity for him, as superficial as it may be, it reminds him that he doesn't know much about worlds beyond his own.

"I told you it was delicious." There's an air of self-righteousness in his tone too, but his expression softens a little. "What's your name?" That will most certainly come in handy later.
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[personal profile] sithcretapprentice 2014-01-22 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"It's..." He swallows his little mouthful, putting back on his air of impassiveness. "Decent," he finishes, not willing to admit that he found it quite good. He takes another bite and chews through it as Hans asks him that question.

"Starkiller," he answers a moment later, looking down at the other treats before him. So many different things he could try- and so many things he doesn't feel comfortable trying in front of Hans. It's something he would like to take his time to enjoy and he regrets only eating very simple foods in the Capitol.

He tries something else, though he finds he doesn't like it as much as the danish. "And yours?" he asks after swallowing the unsatisfactory pastry, throwing it over his shoulder.