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thearena2014-05-17 03:17 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-05-17 03:17 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 10,
- cassandra marko,
- clara murphy,
- commander shepard,
- roland deschain,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- ✘ alex murphy,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ bucky barnes (616),
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ co,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ deanna winchester,
- ✘ diana ladris,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ fili,
- ✘ gannicus,
- ✘ hanji zoe,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ jack frost,
- ✘ jaime reyes,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ kevin,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ natasha romanoff,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ red sonja,
- ✘ riley abel,
- ✘ rock lee,
- ✘ rokk krinn,
- ✘ ruffnut thorston,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ starkiller,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ topher brink,
- ✘ venus dee milo,
- ✘ vriska serket
ARENA 10-Placid Hollow
The Tributes are taken early in the morning, most of their support teams seeming in good cheer as they dress them in warm clothes, getting them to their tubes. There is obvious comfort in the familiar for the prep teams, and they chatter with, or in some cases, over the heads of their Tributes as they get them ready and load them up.
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19
18…
If the Tributes could see the area they are passed up into, they would see a deeply overgrown, dilapidated town green, with a large bandstand rotting away in the middle. The spoils of the cornucopia are not gathered in one spot, instead scattered throughout the thigh high grass and weeds around the town green.
Around the edge of the green, the old business stand a silent sentry, looming out of the fog as it thins and winds into them, providing much desired cover.
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7
6…
But the Tributes cannot see the ground around them. The fog, thicker even than it will be in the rest of the arena, makes the world small around them. The sound of the count down echoes strangely, the tributes seeming too close as the fog brings sounds of their breath, their coughing, the snap of twigs under their feet right to ears of the other Tributes. But with the fog bringing visibility down to only a few feet, it's hard to tell what is a true danger, and what is only the fog playing tricks on them,.
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2
1
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
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18…
If the Tributes could see the area they are passed up into, they would see a deeply overgrown, dilapidated town green, with a large bandstand rotting away in the middle. The spoils of the cornucopia are not gathered in one spot, instead scattered throughout the thigh high grass and weeds around the town green.
Around the edge of the green, the old business stand a silent sentry, looming out of the fog as it thins and winds into them, providing much desired cover.
7
6…
But the Tributes cannot see the ground around them. The fog, thicker even than it will be in the rest of the arena, makes the world small around them. The sound of the count down echoes strangely, the tributes seeming too close as the fog brings sounds of their breath, their coughing, the snap of twigs under their feet right to ears of the other Tributes. But with the fog bringing visibility down to only a few feet, it's hard to tell what is a true danger, and what is only the fog playing tricks on them,.
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1
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
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Or more accurately doesn't see the arena.
The fog is so thick she can barely make out anything two feet in front of her, certainly not enough to tell where the gear and weapons might lie. There could be anything out there; not limited to traps, monsters and other tributes.
With the countdown coming down to the last ten seconds Clementine makes a snap decision and bolts whichever way she thinks is opposite to the Cornucopia. It's nothing better than a guess, wanting to take herself away from immediate danger and hoping that she'll be able to last until she finds Joel and Ellie. After a hectic minute of running to put some distance between her and the starting point she slows, getting her breathing under control and crouching low.
Keep low, find something to use as a weapon, find shelter.
Clementine's underestimated how disorientating the fog is though, despite her best attempts to keep walking in a straight line she's sure she's failing, especially when the occasional looming shadow has her backtracking or veering sharply off to the side.
She thinks it's only been ten minutes but it's feeling longer. Clem stops to pick up a rock (it's better than nothing) and keeps going, squinting for the sight of anyone familiar.]
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She run's straight forward - assuming that they are arranged around the cornucopia in a circle, and is almost immediately rewarded by nearly stumbling over a heavy-laden bag. Whispering a quick 'yes!' to herself, she slung it over her shoulder, finding a knife lying right beneath it, and grabbed that too. Then she turned 90 degrees and ran as fast as she could in a completely different direction.
Can't see shit, she grumbles to herself, wondering how the fuck she is going to find anyone this time. She finds a wall, running her hands along it, and stops when she sees a dark shape in the fog. Carefully, she pulls out her knife, steeling herself as she edges toward it.
Friend or foe, she was ready.
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Still she tenses up and curses herself (inwardly this time) for saying anything aloud. The arena shouldn't be throwing her off so much, it's not like she's forgotten everything she learned about surviving in the past month.
She looks about herself quickly, trying to listen hard for anyone approaching who might have heard her hushed exclamation. Her fingers tighten on the rock immediately as she thinks she spots the approach of someone.
Swallowing she raises it, ready as that figure get's closer and closer, she thinks she could throw it well enough to at least stun them long enough that she could dart away. But then something starts to look familiar and after a heated internal debate Clem decides to risk speaking up. "... Ellie?"
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And more importantly, who it belonged to.
"Hey, Clem," She said, letting out a long breath and slipping the knife into her belt. "Nearly stabbed you, there. You alright?"
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It's all said in hushed whispers, Clementine still glances around as she closes the last of the distance between them. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?"
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"Grabbed this on the way in, heavy as hell but I haven't had a chance to take a look at it yet. You seen Joel or Riley?"
Or Hawkeye or Venus or...
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It's really not something to start sitting out in the open.
She shakes her head, "No sorry." she definitely hasn't seen Joel, and she doesn't think she's seen Riley, "Though it's hard to tell who's who in this fog." They could have passed within five feet of each other and not known it.
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"Come on, this wall has gotta be part of something. Let's see if we can find somewhere we can actually see the entirety of to bunk down for a few. We can find them later."
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They follow the wall carefully, "I didn't expect this." Clem mutters after a couple minutes of silence, she can feel the fog dampening her hair and clothing.
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"My first arena was a jungle. With dinosaurs. Second was in a museum. With dinosaur bones. I kind of thought they were going to go with a pattern..."
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A shape comes up on their other side as they walk, "That's a car." she murmurs, surprised.
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"Last arena they had a few of these that even fucking worked! Let's see..."
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Moving to the drivers side Clem gives the front door handle a tug and is frankly surprised when it comes open with only a small squeak of metal. "Huh."
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Ellie pulled the passenger side door open and glanced inside, grinning when she saw the keys in the ignition. "Though fuck if I'm turning on something that loud in the fog - we'd basically be painting a sign on our backs that said 'Hey, idiots here, come kill us!'"
She pocketed the keys, though, and then went for the glove compartment.
"Did you not have cars back home or something?"
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She tries one of the back doors and after that opens climbs inside, looking for anything worth taking in there. "Yeah but all the gas got used up or taken ages ago. It's pretty rare to see a working one."
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She pulled out a mint, moldy and inedible, just left there.
"There weren't a lot of working ones back home either, though the army had some. But they were still around, if you could find them." She kept rifling.
"Dude, there's even some dude's driver's license in here."
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She's somewhat aware that Ellie and Joel's world is similar to her own, that something went very wrong and things aren't like they once were.
In the pocket in the back of the seat she finds what looks like the manufacturer's guide to the car, not very useful -- except the paper is dry and could be used for kindling if they can risk making a fire somewhere so she puts it on the seat and starts reaching under the chairs themselves.
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It was a mistake. She didn't see them - the shapes far beyond her vision - but the skidding candy brought the attention of something very ugly and dark.
And they were heading straight for the two girls in the car.
Ellie was taking Clem's cues and grabbing all the paper she could. "Should see if we can pop the trunk," she said, digging out the keys.
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And freezes.
Clem isn't sure what she's seeing (big and pale), all she can think is whatever it is probably isn't friendly. "Ellie!" she hisses softly, as quiet as she can while still being audible, "Close the doors!" she scuttles over the back seat, grabbing the handle and pulling the door too as quietly as she can, pushing down the lock for good measure and repeating that on the other side.
Then she slides down onto the floor of the car.
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And there.
She melts, slowly, into the space under the wheel, her pulse racing. It didn't look like a runner, but-- She didn't know what the fuck it was.
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It's tall, tall and pale. Not like a Walker, it moves too easily, passing through the fog like a ghost. It's circling the car, like it's trying to catch a scent. But...
She reaches ever so carefully over to Ellie, tugging her coat lightly to get her attention and then pointing silently to the monster and then to her eyes, shaking her head.
It doesn't have any eyes. It didn't even seem to have a face.
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Clickers didn't have any eyes either, she thinks, the revulsion bubbling up in her throat, tasting sharp. They didn't have any eyes either, but at least she understood them. These--
Fuck, she mouths, without a sound, gripping her knife. Would she even be able to hurt it?
Breathing hard, heart slamming into her chest, she looked at Clem and raised a single finger to her lips.
Shh.
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It's probably only a couple of minutes but Clem feels like they've been hiding there for hours, scarcely daring to breathe as it circles the car once, twice more before disappearing off into the gloom. Even then how can they be sure it's gone? The fog obscures vision beyond a few feet.
She very, very slowly raises herself up a few inches at a time to try and get a better look.
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"I think it's gone, whatever it was...." she slumps down into the backseat from relief.
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