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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.
20
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.
8
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,.
3
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,.
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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"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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"Thank fuck," She whispers. "I have no idea what those things are, but to be honest I don't fucking need to. Let's just make sure we don't run into them."
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The faster the better. She has a feeling that if that thing had realised they were in here it would have had no trouble getting to them.