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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.]
hit_girl_mindy: (Amused (Mindy))

ota

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-02-17 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
She needed this. The knife could only do so much, and she was still craving the kill of a certain person, who she was wondering was gone by now. Joel had, of course, parted, likely to do some Joe related thing. Mindy was alone, only now she felt strangely crappy about it.

But that could wait. The elevator doors opened, and she could see weapons: firecrackers, grenades...GUNS. Goddamn, about time!

Mindy wasn't going to be cautious this time: she made a run for the nearest door.
Edited 2014-02-17 08:14 (UTC)
libertin: (now i'm passing the bar like a lawyer)

ota

[personal profile] libertin 2014-02-17 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
There'd been no discussion in the fossil barricade about whether or not he and Max would venture down to the first floor. It was just the two of them now and they needed more supplies of any variety to keep even the pair of them alive and functioning on a decent level. Instead of debating the merits of descending, they'd instead decided that they would both go, but they would go separately, take different routes, and then return to the fossil fort. Be gone no longer than 30 minutes. If the other did not return, do not go after them.

Courfeyrac had departed first and arrived on the scene early on. He was fixated on his mission. He would not fail in retrieving whatever it was that was on the other side of those elevator doors.

When the doors opened, he ran forward, not giving a single damn if what he was running for was food or water or weapons. He had to get his hands on something, and by God he wasn't going to fail this time.
dragoon_pride: (never back down)

OTA

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-02-17 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
The announcement caught Kain's attention. It wasn't even that he wanted whatever "special" items they might be giving out. He had a decent enough weapon, at the moment. But he couldn't take the chance that this might give others an unfair advantage.

Besides, right now he couldn't quite contain the side of him that wanted to see action.

So once the elevator doors opened Kain was there, rushing forward and prepared to fight to obtain some piece of that equipment.
justoutrunyou: (irun)

[personal profile] justoutrunyou 2014-02-17 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Sandy was fast.

Faster then Pruna at least once she built up some steam. Pruna's reaction time was better but when it came to long distance running, dashing and darting Sandy was your girl.

And so she took off like a bolt of lightning for the stockpile, weaving around the adults and keeping her head low. She had her bag in her arms hugged close to her chest so she could scoop whatever she could into it and run.

Hopefully it wouldn't trigger the bombs.

Upon reaching the stockpile she grabbed the first thing she saw, a shotgun. She only knew it was a shotgun because of video games. But it looked like the same kind that the police had strapped to their legs when they wanted to feel tough.

She tugged it from the pile and never saw Max coming up behind her.
whoseesbynight: (armed and ready for a fight)

OTA

[personal profile] whoseesbynight 2014-02-17 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Nepeta doesn't know what sort of "something special" will be revealed to them. Especially when she's seen enough of the arenas to know that when they say something is being distributed there usually some amount of danger involved. But she's used to that much, at least. And given that there might actually be something of use, she figures that she may as well brave whatever is certainly going to be forthcoming.

She's off and running as soon as the elevators are open. She doesn't know how to really use most of the weapons, but after three arenas and Sgrub besides, she isn't going to leave anything to chance. Everyone here is going to be going for the same thing, and she's probably going to have to fight for any chance at coming out with something.

And fight she means to, should anyone get in her way.
knifewithnoname: (But I don't want that)

for Armin and Sandy

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2014-02-18 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Pruna was covered in blood, and as far as she could tell most of it wasn't hers. A lot of it was Sandy's though and that made her angry, as angry as she could be in the emptiness. She had to get them out of here so she could look at her friends arm properly. So she was half dragging Sandy, ignoring her own injuries for now, deep in the emptiness, put aside until another time.

"You do still be breathing right?" She checked, Sandy better not die. Pruna would be mad if Sandy died.
retrieverchef: worried (Default)

for Lindsey and then OTA

[personal profile] retrieverchef 2014-02-19 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot gave his brother a look. "You wait here," he said quietly. "I can get there and back easier if I'm not worryin' about ya."

He looked back to the elevator with a sigh. This was probably going to be another bloodbath. "I need ta know you're safe, Linds."
tis_allgood: (Default)

For Nepeta then open

[personal profile] tis_allgood 2014-02-21 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Cuthbert sees what he thinks are Nepeta's horns over the melee that ensues when everyone gets to the weapons. But before he can do anything else, he sees what is unmistakably the barrel of a gun and he can't think of anything but getting to it.

He's only lucky because he's quick and so focused on his goal that he basically doesn't see or acknowledge anything else. It's been so long since he had his hands on a gun he doesn't even quite believe what he's seeing. It's even better in his hand, and he can't wait to load it.

It's not until he has his prize and sees how important it's about to be to flee the scene that he remembers Nepeta and turns back again. Everything is chaos around him but he manages to find her, of course by then, it's too late.
Edited 2014-02-21 05:23 (UTC)
dividedgirlofmine: next train (moving | i'll sail on)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-02-22 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
Susannah's chair is a bit lighter than it's been for a while. Most of their little group's supplies, save the weapons, are being guarded in their hiding spot upstairs. She and Cuthbert came down early, not wanting to chance having to take the stairs and have Bert exhausted from carrying her.

When the elevator doors open she pushes forward with her chair fast, although she has a sneaking suspicion that people with working legs might get the best of the weaponry.
acroodawakening: (035)

For John Watson

[personal profile] acroodawakening 2014-02-24 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
They were weapons, Guy had figured out that much. He wasn't sure what kind of weapons they were but if everyone was trying to get them they were clearly very good weapons and good weapons were a good thing to have.

He didn't want to have to kill anyone and that meant something powerful would be good for scaring them off or having a little more control over how he injured them, and if he did have to kill someone, he wanted it to be fast. Maybe these would be better about that than a spear.

Of course, there was the crowd to contend with. This was Guy's first arena where he'd had to deal with it since he'd missed the Cornucopia run of his first arena. The seething mass of fighting people was just as intimidating this time than it had been several weeks before, in the basement, and just like before, Guy couldn't stop himself from looking at it and thinking: What is the point of all this?

And just like before, he jumped in anyway. Survival was survival and whatever these were, maybe they'd help him and the other people he'd come to care about survive. The longer they all lived the more time they had to convince the audience they should be revived.

So once more into the breach he went, spear in hand, mostly using it to block blows or try to trip people. Only right when he was near the elevator, an errant elbow to the back of his head sent him sprawling into someone else, his spear held in a way that might make it look like he was trying to kill them.