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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.
she's gonna be delirious for a while, idk how much of that you want to rp
I'm ok with RPing that XD
Muttering a shell under his breath, Don continued onward, ignoring the various ambient sounds of running around him. There was no one else nearby that he could see - just him and the injured woman on his back.
Or was there?
This Arena is going to mess with me, isn't it. He let out a huff. They all do. But...
It felt like an eternity before Don abruptly stopped - or rather almost ran into - a very rusty old panel van. He lit up upon seeing it. Shelter. Reliable shelter. True, it wasn't very big, but it wasn't a building, which other Tributes would naturally be trying to get into. Plus, there was enough room to get into the back and for Susannah to be laid down. Said back part of the car had minimal window coverage - simply sitting could shield the two from view.
And hey - maybe some car parts could still be salvaged. He could build traps, maybe wire up the battery to work again. Shell, maybe even get the car running, light up a house, or--
Later. Susannah wasn't heavy, but one of her arms randomly flailed near his face, interrupting his tinkering fantasy. Calm down, Dali.
With some effort, Don managed to pry one of the back doors open, carefully setting Susannah in on the metal floor before hopping in himself. He'd have to crack the front windows for ventilation. Otherwise, there was time to sit in the car and figure out what he'd gotten from the Cornucopia - and also to figure out if there was anything that could help with that head wound.
The car doors slammed shut with a loud pop, echoing through the street.
Even knowing that the fog obscured the origin of just about every sound, the turtle still winced.
Re: I'm ok with RPing that XD
The blood is all matted in her hair by now.
She's moaning again, muttering things about blue ladies and plates and someone named Charlie who she sounds terrified of.
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And judging by her tone, he was glad they weren't there. Quickly he opened up his jacket, rolling it up to place it under her head. Then, he opened up the bag he got. His eyes could help but light up a bit. Food and good supplies. He could use these. He could use all of this.
And the car.
"Don't move," he murmured as he tried to shift Susannah enough to be comfortable, and to put the jacket under her. "And don't worry. You'll pull through."
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She lets go.
"There are other worlds than these."