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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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She booked it into the woods and ran for what felt like forever until she figured she was safe. But then she heard rustling nearby and crouched behind some rubble of what used to be a building to see who was there, letting out a relieved sigh when she saw Dean there. She leaped over the mound and made her way over to him - her small size and police training giving her the advantage for stealth just in case they had any unwelcome company.
"Dean." She whispered, coming up behind him and reaching out to tap him on the shoulder.
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Walking out from the bushes, he looked around, and was glad to see no one, able to finally take a rest. But when he felt the tap on his shoulder, he jumped, and yelped a bit.
"Please don't kill me!" He cried before turning around and seeing that familiar, gorgeous face. "Anna!" He had never been so happy to see a woman in his life. His instinct was to pull her into a hug, so he did. "I am so relieved to see you."
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What she didn't expect was the hug, however, it wasn't unwelcome. Relaxing just enough to return the gesture, she did and gave him a squeeze before speaking. "Thank God. I didn't know if you saw me on the platform. I tried to tell you to head for the forest and I just-- I had to go for it in the Cornucopia and I lost out on a weapon to some weird creature woman, but I got a bag and I took off to find you. Didn't expect to see you this early..."
And in traditional Anna fashion, her brain was firing off so many thoughts per second that she started rambling non-stop in hope that her brain wouldn't explode.
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Looking around to make sure no one was following them, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down into a burrow. "Safer in here. Found it just before you popped up. But yeah," smiling a bit, he was now holding her hand, "I didn't grab anything.. I just kind of avoided the mob of people."
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She recovered quickly, though, and took off the backpack, setting it between them and opening it up slowly. "Lucky for you, I'm willin' to share." She smirked and started pulling things out.
Netting, a fire-starting kit, a desalination kit, a foil package of tuna, and a package of wheat crackers.
"Huh. Gotta say I'm kinda disappointed. I was hoping for at least a water bottle. Or some rope. Maybe an extra coat," because she was already getting cold and it was hardly sunset. Not that she'd admit it.
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"Good to know. A woman who can support her man, that's hot." Teasing, bumping his elbow against her side, not hard, but playfully.
Looking at the contents of the bag, "..dude. There's food. Rabbit food, but still food." His eyes lit up a bit as his stomach growled. But he then ignored it, and leaned back against the nearest wall, opening his own jacket, "Come. Sit. I'll keep ya warm."
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"Won't you be cold?" She asks with a slight frown as she repacks the bag except for the food, which she offers to Dean to eat. She filled up on proteins and carbohydrates before getting ready for the Arena -- focusing on foods packed with nutrients that would provide sustainable energy and keep her fullest for the longest time. Besides, she was used to going long periods of time without eating.
"Eat." Once the backpack is zipped up, she pulls it into her lap and scoots closer to Dean but not quite against him. She was trying to calculate what would be the more efficient way to keep both of them warm.
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Dean laid back, eating his tuna and crackers, half-smiling to himself. At least he wasn't alone, right?
Though his thoughts drifted to Sam, and Cas. The two people he missed the most. And Bobby. He'd much rather be hunting a wendigo than what he was doing right now.
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Like Dean, her thoughts drifted to the people she'd left behind and missed most. Getting comfortable, she laid her head on his shoulder and spoke quietly. "You don't think they can see us now, do you? Our friends. Our family."
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"Dean, if somethin' happens and I-- I don't make it out of here..."
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She lifted her head to look up at him, feeling awkward at the close proximity but not letting it show. "If I die, take my supplies and run. Stay alive." And then she leaned in to whisper in his ear so that no one else could hear, "Don't play their game."
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Looking at her, not sure what her issue was, "...Run? Take your shit and run? that's what you want me to do?" He was a bit confused. Why was she being so negative all of a sudden. "Fine. I wont." Cupping her cheek, he crashed his lips against hers in a heated kiss, just wanting the touch of physical contact, and knowing the sponsors would love it. He needed a folding knife. And he needed it bad.
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She was going to say something when Dean grabbed her and kissed her. Her typical kneejerk reaction would be to shove him off and punch him, but remembering this was a game and their lives depended on the popularity contest outside? She instead shifted to return the kiss, arms draping around his neck.
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After a moment he broke the kiss, "You're not gonna die."
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"Okay." She managed a slight smile, letting her forehead come to rest against his.
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"We should probably get some shut eye. Been a long day."
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