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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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Re: Closed: Perry and Eponine

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-03-29 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"In Paris, Sir?" She asked. Eponine still cradled her hand to her chest. With her shoulders hunched right up and her eyes cast down at her feet, she looked as if she was trying to make herself as small and as unnoticeable as possible.

"I have a Mama and a Pa, if that's what you mean? And my sister, Azelma. And... And 'Parnasse."

Montparnasse's name was followed by a sigh. She didn't really want to think about any of them, but especially not Montparnasse. He could be quite unforgiving.

"But they only wait to kill me. My Pa and Montparnasse I mean. Mama is in St. Lazare, and my sister was in Les Madelonnettes with me, but if she is released or no, I do not know. They split us up. God, I worry that my Pa will have her over. She can not cope with him without me. I dunno. Perhaps they'll think me dead already. That would be okay." There wasn't much emotion to her voice as she admitted all of that. It was just a fact of life for Eponine, and not something she particularly dreaded.

"And for you? Do you have someone for you?"