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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] dragoon_pride 2014-02-02 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, falling and getting knocked around while people are rushing in, all over the place, is probably one of the worst positions to be in. Getting thrown off so early on is going to put him at a disadvantage, at least in the immediate future. Kain figures it's best he grab something of use and then move out, fast. His hand closes on what's right nearby- a kit of some kind, packed together. He'll look it over closer later.

He's surprised, when he notices that the one sliding the knife toward him is the same person who'd pushed him down initially. A sign that he doesn't actually intend to make himself an enemy? Perhaps.

But as he moves to get up and grab the the knife that's slid toward him, a sharp, stabbing pain hits him. He'd landed pretty heavily, perhaps worse than he'd originally assumed. He grimaces to hide any wincing, realizing that he's going to have to just retreat, fast. Glancing around, he tries to keep an eye out for potential trouble, as he tries to pick a direction to head in.