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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] youbarium 2014-01-22 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, easy, easy!" Carlos hisses, scooting back again with his hands -- his empty hands -- in front of him. "I'm not looking for a fight!"

He feels the blood trickle down his cheek, but ignores it. The girl looks half-starved, and though she's armed and he isn't, he's definitely stronger than she is. Maybe he can convince her that fighting would be disadvantageous for the both of them. When he speaks, his tone is guarded but, he hopes, pacifying.

"See? I'm not armed. I don't want to hurt you."

He's still going to try to stay out of knife range, though. The girl might be thin, but she's quick.
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[personal profile] friendlyfires 2014-01-22 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"It would be more like me hurting you," Willow replies, but she lowers the knife very slightly - still within easy stabbing distance, but not quite as threatening.

"What are you doing here?"
youbarium: (I don't believe it!)

[personal profile] youbarium 2014-01-23 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I was exploring," Carlos says, matter-of-fact. "A scientist should always be familiar with his surroundings. I was on my way back to the fifth floor when I heard -- well -- that," he goes on, gesturing at the grate where Willow had found him. Beyond the grate, the one working television screen can be both seen and heard. Usually, it explains the difference between a genus and a species, but right now, it's playing a conversation between two people who are total strangers to Carlos -- Enjolras is thoughtfully and eloquently criticizing the Capitol, but it doesn't look like he knows he's being taped.

"I'm guessing that's a surveillance tape. It looks like one. But I don't know who they are, or why they're being watched."

Usually, the government doesn't watch your every move. Carlos is more or less used to being under constant surveillance while in Night Vale, but that wasn't normal.