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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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Finally, something he could look half cool at doing. Because, really, getting beat up wasn't that high on the list of things a guy could look smooth while doing.
"Got a favorite color? Pick whatever one you like."
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"Red. Mouse, I like red best, if you please." A random choice, but it was nice and bright, at least. Eponine started over to it, though when she reached it, she waited for Mouse to get the door. Every other time she had ridden in a car, somebody had held the door open for her to clamber in. She wasn't entirely sure how to open it, and she was not about to make an idiot of herself in front of this boy.
"I have never been in a red car. A black one and a yellow one before. I wonder if it is any different."
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Red. He had suspected she was a lady of taste (possibly having to due with the french accent. Hard not to sound sophisticated with one of those). He want to dramatically open the door for her-
"Locked. Hold on ooooone sec, my lady."
And there went his chance to look suave. Time to get a rock.
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then again, she'd never thought of a car before two months ago, so...
"Are you going to smash the window? Monsieur, can you really drive?" She was beginning to have doubts - what if it was all a ruse so that this Mouse could just kill her quickly?
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He hefted a chunk of concrete next to his head, grinning as he displayed his find. That she was still on 'he is going to kill me mode' utterly manages to escape his notice.
"It'll just be the back window. No sweat."
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But still, Eponine moved to help Mouse with the concrete. She might have been skinny and malnourished already, but she was surprisingly strong.
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His grin widened with the help, and he gave a quick wink as they reached the car.
"Count of three, okay? One...two...three!"
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But she followed Mouse anyway, and staggered back with the concrete and heaved when he did.
"Monsieur, for me, I do not care, but if I am bad, they will hurt Eva. Or someone else, perhaps. Monsieur Aunamee, or Orc."
Marius. She shook her head, even as she threw the concrete at the window. "I can't get into trouble."
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He covered his hand in his sleeve, protecting against the broken glass as he reached in to unlock door.
"And they? The guys who made this mess?"
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"You must be careful. My Pa punched 'Zelma's hand through our window at home and didn't she cry forever? She cried all the more when I slapped the silly to shut her up, little good it did. I do not want you crying as well."
She pursed her lips. "They are called Game Makers. They are like the king and his police. It is they who make everything for us here. And these people go with it. They are all stupid, I think, but who ever listens to Eponine anyway?"