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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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"Howard!" The cry is ripped from her lips before she can stop it, and she's running toward the shriek, pulling out her bow.
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"I hate this place, I hate this place, I hate this place," she mutters to herself, wrapping one of the small towels she snagged earlier around her hand and cradling it to her chest to warm it. "Hey!" she calls out to Howard; she didn't notice where he went in her rush to get under cover. "Still alive out there?"
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Thankfully, it's Ellie that emerges from the darkness. Howard sees her from behind the fossil display, rushing forward with a bow. He doesn't see the arrows.
When the alarm switches to a beeping instead of a police siren, he yells out to Ellie and Willow (he would whisper but the noise has blotted out his ability to differentiate volume): "I'm okay! That was bullshit!"
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"Yeah, I know, I set them off earlier," Ellie sympathizes. "Who's your friend?" She asks quickly - she'd already put them under the 'trust' radar, if they were with Howard, but she still needed information.
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She scoots out from her hiding place and stands up, regarding the new girl a touch warily, a hand on her belt knife in case she was going to try anything. "I guess you two know each other. Truce?" After all, if she's going to be hanging out with Howard, it's probably not a great idea to attack his other allies.
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"This is Ellie. She's good people. Smart people," Howard emphasizes, because he knows where Willow will place value if she's anything like him.
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"Any friend of Howard's is a friend of mine," She adds, though she keeps her distance. That phrase didn't always mean much in an apocalypse, after all, and she wasn't sure it meant much here in the games, but she would kick herself for hurting one of Howard's friends.
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She peeks back into the cafeteria; she left her backpack and its spare clothes in there, though mercifully it was under a table and didn't get soaked. She taps her lip, trying to think of how to get in there without hurting her feet walking over the cold-burning liquid.
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"Cold burns? The fuck?" Fucking Gamemakers, man. "Where you been, Ellie?"
He gestures that they should all hide back here and formulate a plan of where to stay.
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She glances to where Howard was gesturing, and slowly stated heading that way. "Trying to find everyone, but this place is kind of massive, you know? I mean. Not as big as the jungle, but..."