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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.]

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She doesn't think, she doesn't wait. She just runs. As fast as she can, towards the woods. She can sort out this place, and the best way to survive here later.

For now she was just getting herself out of the way, before someone did it for her.

Finally she found a depression, surrounded by crumbling concreted, and tucked herself down into it to catch her breath.

Whatever Minatsuki had expected, it wasn't this. When they'd said 'arena' she'd been thinking small, enclosed spaces, not a vast open forest.

She'd never seen anything like it in her life.

10...9...8...

Minatsuki had almost forgotten to think. Think! This wasn't what she'd planned for at all. But she could make it work to her advantage, if she could just -

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The waiting was the worst part, she decided. There were so many targets in easy reach right now - hell, if she'd have had her powers she could've taken out two of them before the fighting even started.

There were bags on the ground. Yep. Minatsuki was gonna go for one of those. Probably full of weapons, ripe for the taking. Exactly what she needed.

4...3...2...

Except, just in time, she realized that everyone else had the same idea. So that was it, huh? A trap? Obviously a cheap trick to get everybody fighting right at the start of the game. Best avoided. She was too smart to fall for that -

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Oh.

For a second Minatsuki just stood there on her podium, torn between dashing for the nearest bag and running and just plain running.

Someone picked up the bag. Then they turned around, meeting Minatsuki's eyes. It was time to go. Without a second glance at the others, Minatsuki ran off, trying to put as much distance between her and the other tributes as she could.

She'd missed out on whatever was in those bags. Eh. She could manage without it... right?

Edited 2012-11-11 02:45 (UTC)

She had been given absolutely minimal information. All she knew was that she had been brought here to fight all these people. Her hands shook and she glanced around, terrified, as she took in the sights around her.

Glinda was a slightly built woman but once they gong ran she was off like a shot once she got a seconds view of people dashing toward the large metal - she didn't quite know what on Oz it was but it looked like a horn - horn. She headed straight in the other direction, only stopping once she was into the wilderness and her legs shook from the exhaustion of carrying her there. The witch sat beneath a tree and forced herself to take a deep calming breath while she tried to summon some of her magic to her.

She wept bitterly and openly when she realized she couldn't even summon a damned bubble.

Standing on his platform still, Riddick stared around at all the other Tributes through the tinted lenses of his goggles-- which he'd apparently been allowed to keep. All of them were running. Running one way, running the other, just running scared in general.

He didn't move. He stood on his platform, folded his arms across his chest, and watched impassively. This was some kind of game to the people who brought him here... didn't mean he had to play by their rules. Besides, he was curious what everyone else was going to do. If they tried to come get him, they'd probably have another thing coming.

For now, though, he was just watching.

Lindsey had been warned ahead of time about the dangers of heading to the Cornucopia, at what a bloodbath that area would be, at how he should go in the exact opposite direction.

As the numbers counted down to zero, he waited, observing for the first time the determined faces, young and old, of those who surrounded him. Yup, all those people were ready to kill.

3...2...1...0

Not listening to sound advice, he dashed right towards the tent of survival equipment. His legs weren't as long or fast as some of them though, others beat him to the tent, and as he saw people began to get slashed down, he turned and veered himself towards one of the supply bags that littered the ground instead.

Again, too late, he could see it before he even got within 10 yards of it. Two others were dashing to the same one he was, and rather than join them in a scuffle, Lindsey veered again, shifting directions at the last moment to just grab some of the random things that littered nearby. They could be things that dropped out of the bags in a tug-o-war, or they were there before, he couldn't be sure, but he got them.

He didn't have time to check what, but carrying his armload of prizes, he turned and hightailed it and dashed towards the forested hills.

Draco isn't exactly new to this game, but he's not exactly used to it either. He's clearly jumpy where he stands on his platform, breath caught in his throat, hands held in fists at his side. He's not running for the Cornucopia, not by any stretch of the imagination; he's going to run the opposite direction as soon as that gong goes, disappear into the brush and the ruins, keeping his head down and waiting for everyone else to kill each other off. And maybe, if he's lucky, he'll be able to get back and swipe something to defend himself with.

There it goes.

And he's frozen in place for a moment before turning on his heel, whisking himself away from the sight of the Cornucopia and the other Tributes, inevitably ready to kill each other off.

Not this crap again. After dying twice here already he was pretty much over it. There was no fear in it anymore, which would probably make the competitors that had already been here more dangerous. The only reason he would even try would be so he didn't ever have to do this again.

He scanned the arena for Lindsey, allies were always a good thing in here. When he went for the tent Lorne decided to run for it and catch up with him later. He headed for the forested area and kept an eye on the direction he headed.

Eponine was bewildered. Completely and utterly confused. One minute she had been in France, running from her papa and his gang. Running for dear life. And then she was here, and being thrust in front of some people, and trained. Trained to kill. Eponine didn't want to kill anyone, particularly. She's seen murder. She'd rather scavenge from the body.

And now - now she was here, dressed in unfamiliar clothes, shoved into a tube and sent out into a world. She shifted uneasily in her shoes. She was not used to having things on her feet, though in this cold, miserable place, she was glad of them.

Eponine looked around uneasily, staring at the other people. Some of them looked vaguely confused, but some looked as if they knew what to expect. Eponine was betting it wasn't anything good. But, as the counter begins, she took a breath. Right. This was serious. This was happening. Eponine was determined she wasn't going to die. Not here. Not now.

As soon as the klaxon sounded, Eponine turned tail from the cornucopia and ran, as fast as she could (which was considerably fast)for the woods. She'd hide there until this was all over, just another nightmare.

One can.

One can.

She had gone for a bag first, knowing that going right into the focal point of it all would have been nearly as stupid as sprinting to the sidelines without allowing herself any equipment, but by the time she was anywhere near it there was already a giant turtle there taking the bag out of a scuffle with somebody significantly less distinct and nope, nope, nope, she was not about to try and deal with that, so she'd turned and ran the other way. Everyone else was starting to disperse by then, though; she couldn't stay there, and so Jade had just kept running.

When the tumult was far enough behind her that she didn't hear anything that wasn't her own footsteps and ragged breaths, she clambered up into a tree and sat on one of the first strong and stable branches she found and sat there to rest. With a moment to herself at last she reached into one of her many coat pockets and took out a single can—it had been in her path when she was escaping and she'd grabbed it without a second thought or glance. It was unlabeled, but certainly filled with food, and also the only thing that she had.

"Oh my god," she groaned and put it back in her coat.

One can.

This was a whole lot of complete and total bullshit.

Short of having training, and a bit of the warnings prior to entering the arena, Dean's first instinct was definitely not to run directly towards the mob of people. He'd heard stories, that it was a complete blood bath, and he was still battling his morals to kill people in cold blood. So when the gong sounded, he ran away from the cornucopia, away from all the people, determined to get as far as he could before stopping and finding shelter.

Chris hated the waiting, he had been warned not to move until the timer went down though, and he stayed, tensed ready to move. As soon as it hit zero he was off. He hated the idea of the whole thing, but didn't mean he'd stay a sitting target. Chris had seen the tree line and was headed for it.

This was almost becoming rote by now. Momoko scans the other Tributes and the Cornucopia, discards them both as possible targets and turns her back just as the gong sounds. She's had marginally more luck with trees than buildings so far, so she heads for the forest, trusting that it'll have some good places to hide.

She's still essentially hopeless in pretty much all survival and fighting related skills, but she's becoming quite the sprinter, all things considered.

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