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thearena2012-11-10 10:49 am
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2012-11-10 10:49 am
ARENA 04-Decay
For some this is starting to be routine. For some it is new, and little is done to ease them into it. The peacekeepers are never warm on these flights, but they are rougher, quieter today, and after having their tracking devices inserted or reactivated, the tributes don't see them until they are lead to small, metal rooms.
They are dressed quietly by their stylist, and the stylist move quicker this time, dressing them in heavy cargo pants, boots, thick socks, an undershirt and sweater. A light, plastic jacket is laid over the top, with a hood and plenty of pockets.
They are lead to tubes, with a reminder not to leave the pedestal. The tubes are metal this time, thick, the door sliding closed over them and leaving the tributes in the small, dark area. Entombed until they start the smooth rise to the surface.
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Rising to the surfaces, they can see before them a building, ravished by time but still standing. Behind it, cliffs fall to the ocean, glittering in the sun for miles and miles, a dark blue distance that offers no escape. Behind them, the last trails of fog lead into a forest, still spotted with the lingering remains of the buildings that had once stood there. The air is cool, crisp, and the warmth of the sweater can be appreciated quickly.
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One wall of the building before them is gone, exposing deep into the building's heart. There, about 50 yards into the ruins, lies the cornucopia. It's weapons and supplies are scattered among the ruins, dropped haphazardly among crumbling walls and exposed rebar.
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Warned not to move from their pedestals, they are given the last 10 seconds to plans their attack.
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The gong sounds, clear in the crisp air. Let the games begin.
[OOC: Check here if your character ran for the cornucopia to see your results. Post here to play those out.
Characters on reserve have until Wednesday, Nov 14th to be eligible to tag into this arena and this post, but anyone who did not sign up for the Cornucopia will be handwaved as having not not been part of the Cornucopia battle.]
They are dressed quietly by their stylist, and the stylist move quicker this time, dressing them in heavy cargo pants, boots, thick socks, an undershirt and sweater. A light, plastic jacket is laid over the top, with a hood and plenty of pockets.
They are lead to tubes, with a reminder not to leave the pedestal. The tubes are metal this time, thick, the door sliding closed over them and leaving the tributes in the small, dark area. Entombed until they start the smooth rise to the surface.
25 - 24 - 23
Rising to the surfaces, they can see before them a building, ravished by time but still standing. Behind it, cliffs fall to the ocean, glittering in the sun for miles and miles, a dark blue distance that offers no escape. Behind them, the last trails of fog lead into a forest, still spotted with the lingering remains of the buildings that had once stood there. The air is cool, crisp, and the warmth of the sweater can be appreciated quickly.
20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16
One wall of the building before them is gone, exposing deep into the building's heart. There, about 50 yards into the ruins, lies the cornucopia. It's weapons and supplies are scattered among the ruins, dropped haphazardly among crumbling walls and exposed rebar.
11- 10 - 9 - 8
Warned not to move from their pedestals, they are given the last 10 seconds to plans their attack.
5
4
3
2
The gong sounds, clear in the crisp air. Let the games begin.
[OOC: Check here if your character ran for the cornucopia to see your results. Post here to play those out.
Characters on reserve have until Wednesday, Nov 14th to be eligible to tag into this arena and this post, but anyone who did not sign up for the Cornucopia will be handwaved as having not not been part of the Cornucopia battle.]
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And yet. And yet.
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Something...something felt different about this Arena, almost the minute he came up the tube and moreso as he looked around. And it wasn't because of the fact it was just a different climate or environment (though he was thankful for the extra protection, to be sure). No. It was something in his gut. It was instinct. It was warning him.
Something was off about this Arena.
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"Instinct is your sixth sense. And when you feel it, you must never ignore it. Always be aware of everything around you; follow what your instinct believes must be done!"
I know, Master Splinter.
Don always used his instinct - primarily for intuitive, scientific reasons. But this feeling was more animal than reason. It was a deep, primal feeling of wrong that he'd not felt in...well, a long time. This Arena unnerved him. Even the Cornucopia looked and felt wrong. Haphazard, scattered, unorganized within the ruin and waste. Not like it normally was, where it had some kind of pattern. It was weird and wrong and something was just not right.
But it had his lifeline in there. This time, he had to go for it.
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He spotted a bag next to a pile of twisted metal. It was a little out of the way of the better spoils and weaponry. But, Don decided, that bad would be a start.
It had to be.
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The gong sounded, and the turtle was off his pedastal, his feel pounding into the thistle and concrete as he ran towards his target.
incredibly late tag you don't need to feel obligated to respond to xp
He settled for the spear, but he was going to mark that spiky-haired kid for later, when there weren't dozens of other people around being distracting. For now, he hefted his new toy -- not really his weapon, but then, everything was his weapon -- and sprinted for a bag, first one in his sight, and it was a measure of his focus that he didn't even notice the giant turtle until it was pulling up ahead of him, heading in the same direction.
He frowned slightly, flipped the spear lightly in one hand, and swept it out in an arcing motion, some morbid desire to see what would happen if he got this fellow stuck on it's back inspiring to try a less lethal move.