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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.
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.
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.
>Vriska: Strife!
Vriska took another step forward hovering over the open bag. Reaching a hand down into the sack her fingers brushed up against something cool, pulling it out with a clatter. A chain. This could work. She took one end of the chain and wrapped it around her knuckles and forearm, creating an iron gauntlet. There was still plenty loose links left over to take into her free hand and twirl it around in the air.
"I am going to smear the fucking walls with that swill you call blood!" She yelled before charging him, whipping the chain tail at his knees in an attempt to bring him down and throw a punch at that dumb face of his.
>Thor: Take your sweet time arriving
At the very least, he's free to engage in doing what he perceives as the right thing. He certainly won't be shedding the blood of fellow tributes to appease the Capitol, so he might as well make himself useful. He sees a perfectly fine opportunity for that when he catches sight of what is clearly a vicious assault for spoils. He moves fast when he approaches, using the momentum to give Vriska a rough shove to the side so he can put himself between her and Shaggy.
"You are wounded, little one. It would not be wise to engage in battle, and I will not allow you to torment this man any further."
> Shaggy: Get behind your human (Asgardian?) shield
>Vriska: Stare at huge guy.
"Little? Who are you calling lit-" She cuts off as she turned her good eye to them and her face dropped. Holy mothergrub.... The guy was huge. But she recovered from the shock with a snort. "Me? Torment him? Do you see my eye? I haven't even started. Now move aside or I'm taking you down with him."
>Thor: judge everyone
"Rest assured, my friend, you will have your goods returned to you." He murmurs before straightening up to his full height in response to Vriska, meeting her eyes... eye, with a solid stare. "I am." Because let's face it, he can call anyone little. "I witnessed what has come to pass, your injuries are the result of your own folly. Stand down now and I shall allow you to retreat and tend to them." His voice raises ever so slightly, enough to boom threateningly whilst still appearing calm.
>Vriska: Stand and Strife
She took a step forward, swigging the loose end of the chain in her left hand. "Please, threatening me? I don't scare easily. I guess I have to go through you first."
At that she lunges forward.