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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] designatedfreak 2014-01-26 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Max frowned at this information. Cloning? She didn't understand and that left a heavy feeling in her stomach. "If we win then we are sent back?"
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[personal profile] polyturtle 2014-01-26 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"...No." Don's tongue felt like lead when he replied. "We don't. We're kept here as Victors, to train those going back into the Arenas."
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[personal profile] designatedfreak 2014-01-27 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Promotion. It wasn't such a strange idea; the experienced teaching the weaker. Max had to agree with this world's idea of training even though she herself didn't meet any sort of trainer prior to entering the Arena.

Besides, it meant she didn't have to return to her frozen world. Or worst -- Manticore.

"Is this place familiar to you?" It would help if they had some sort of advantage over the others.
polyturtle: (this final jeopardy is hard)

[personal profile] polyturtle 2014-01-27 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not exactly," Don admitted. "If this place existed in...well, my world, and my time, its been modified and changed since."

That was when the elevator suddenly dinged. Very loud.

"...Shell."
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[personal profile] designatedfreak 2014-01-27 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Before Don could even finish his short sentence, Max was gone. She would meet up with him again, either as an ally or an enemy, depending on how long they would last.
polyturtle: (this final jeopardy is hard)

Guessing this is the end!

[personal profile] polyturtle 2014-01-27 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Don had also begin to move as well - until he actually saw what was in the elevator. Canisters. Several of them.

Supplies.

Darn it all, Max, he thought as he slid over to grab the items. If you'd stayed for a few more seconds...
Edited 2014-01-27 21:10 (UTC)