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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-05-17 03:17 pm

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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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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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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The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
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[personal profile] 69problems 2014-05-19 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
The bug makes a gross sort of squelching noise, twitches, and slides down the wall. The Signless removes the knife from its eye (it takes a few tugs) and severs the head from the thorax with a few swift cuts before it can attempt to regroup itself.

He then turns to Karkat and gives him the most withering look it's possible to give someone while holding a knife covered in bug viscera.

"I grew up in the desert, Karkat. I had to eat."

Really, bugs were just about all he could kill, when it came down to it. The Dolorosa provided for him, certainly, but she was also of the opinion that a troll surviving in the dangerous Alternian wilderness ought to know how to feed themselves -- or defend themselves, as the case may be.

The important part was that most small game in the desert wasn't intelligent enough for him to feel guilty, bugs included, and that carried over here. It had just never really had a chance to manifest until now.
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[personal profile] sleeplessinalternia 2014-05-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Karkat winces at that withering look, but says, "Yeah, well, I couldn't have done that. I've spent all this time training to fight other trolls and and trolloid beings, but I've never had to hunt before. Crabdad always brought that shit home."

Crabdad hadn't liked it when he went beyond his lawnring, actually.
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[personal profile] 69problems 2014-05-19 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
"So I won't kill, and you can't hunt. You know what this means." Signless's face splits in a grin, revealing his fangs, which are still far sharper than normal. "We have a rounded set of skills and a source of food. We're off to a good start."
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[personal profile] sleeplessinalternia 2014-05-19 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Karkat's mouth slowly turns into a grin of his own. The expression looks odd on his face. "Yeah. We do."