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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-02-17 12:34 am

WEAPONS ROLL RUN

"The museum will be closing in half an hour. At that time, something very special will be distributed to the Tributes brave enough to risk their peers at the first floor elevators."

The storm is still raging outside, casting everything on the first floor in a dim light occasionally shattered by flashes of lightning. The thunder rolling in the background seems to set the tone, although some may find it a welcome distraction from silence.

Half an hour passes. Five minutes before it's done, the elevators cease functioning, leaving Tributes to use the stairwells.

Each elevator door opens to reveal a handful of weapons: firecrackers, revolvers, grenades. There are no threats to the Tributes who try to retrieve them - none but their fellow competitors.

[OOC note: party-style post. Everyone tag away.]
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[personal profile] drpsychosomatic 2014-03-11 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
John paused halfway through his ministrations, meeting Guy's eyes and offering him a smile- a reassuringly steady one, he hoped. "I'm sorry you think you need to keep saying sorry. Beat that one, mm? Now- I haven't got anything for the pain, but I've stopped the bleeding and you should avoid infection as long as you keep that clean. I really-- I just needed the gun, alright? I didn't want to hurt you."
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[personal profile] acroodawakening 2014-03-15 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Guy couldn't help but smile a little at John's sorry.

"I know. I know how it is. This place makes people - even good people -" What did it make them? "It makes them scared."

Scared people did stupid things.

"Is there anything you can do about the pain?"

It really, really hurt, especially now that the adrenaline was wearing off.
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[personal profile] drpsychosomatic 2014-03-25 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He wet his lips. He'd had a bunch of painkillers earlier, but with both Joan and Sherlock injured, they'd disappeared in record time. He shook his head.
"Sorry. I don't have any medication left- I had to treat two of my friends, and I didn't have much to begin with. I do- listen, if I get hold of some more, I will come find you, alright? I will. I'll- hang on, I'll give you a list of kinds of medicine that will help if you can find them and I'm already... gone."
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[personal profile] acroodawakening 2014-03-28 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"There are people here who would help me so if I find any, I can give them to them to read and make sure they're the right thing to give to me."

He couldn't read the labels himself but if John told him the names he'd remember them.