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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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Something was in that grate. Something, he thought, much larger than a mouse.
There wasn't anyone else in the cafeteria for the moment--he'd waited, purposefully, in hiding until everyone was gone. He hadn't really expected anyone to come in from the ceiling--though he supposed he shouldn't be surprised, at that.
Julian pinpointed the specific section of ventilation shaft the noise was coming from, then ducked behind a set of kitchen appliances out of view. He'd wait, and see who--or what--came out of there before deciding what to do.
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Okay, now the problem is getting down when maneuvering in such a tight space is impossible and going out now means dropping headfirst about six feet. Briefly, Carlos considers the merits of backing up to the nearest vent junction and doing a three point turn, but that would mean exiting the vent feet first and entering the cafeteria blind. No, better to just jump right in.
Carlos shuffles out of the vent, holding onto the edge of the opening as long as he can and finally executing a clumsy kind of roll as he hits the floor shoulders first. It mostly works -- the worst he'll have from the drop is a bruise or two.
He picks himself up and dusts himself off as he looks around. It looks empty, but that doesn't mean it is. Carlos, apparently unarmed, starts to walk around the kitchen, wanting to do a quick sweep of the area before he turns his back on the wide open space.
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His hiding place was not particularly effective, and whoever this man was, he didn't have a visible weapon. Julian did--loathe as he was to use it--and the reflexes to bring them to bear should he need.
In an instant, he'd calculated the risk and potential and determined his course of action, then smoothly stood up.
"I hope you didn't make nearly as much noise on your way here as you did coming out of there."
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He couldn't keep his mouth shut, though. After a beat, he frowned and said, "Why don't you try climbing face first out of a vent six feet off the ground? We'll see how graceful you are." Carlos sounded testy, but there wasn't any real vitriol behind it. Being on-edge and terrified didn't do wonders for Carlos's social skills. "It's still better than the elevators."
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"I would, but I prefer to take the stairs." He shrugged--dragging himself through Jeffries tubes had been bad enough in the Academy, and the access ports on DS9 weren't any better.
"I'm Doctor Julian Bashir. As you might guess from the title, I'm hardly interested in hurting anyone." Unless you make him.
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"Oh, are the stairways open? I tried the doors before, but they were locked, and I couldn't get through." Maybe some of the others here could pick locks or otherwise break through the doors. If that was the case, then getting from floor to floor would be a lot more convenient from now on.
"I'm Carlos. I'm not a doctor -- not of medicine, anyway -- but I am a scientist, and I'd really like to get through this without hurting anyone, either."
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"The ones downstairs were, but everywhere else has been opened by now. Much easier and less claustrophobic than utilizing air vents." Not to mention the benefits of not being in a completely enclosed space.
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Carlos looks around. The supplies aren't picked clean, not by far, but he needs things that are both non-perishable and easy to prepare. He knows he'll have to work quickly -- other tributes were bound to be drawn to this place.