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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.
SUDDENLY DIANA (bad language warning? idek)
She was trying to quietly move around the area and not get totally disorientated in the fog when she heard the pounding footsteps.
She stood still. Hoping whatever it was was far enough in either direction that it wouldn't make her out as human in the thick blanket of gray and would just run straight passed her.
As they grew closer however, she recognized the unhealthy and loud panting and more importantly, the noise of gravel scraping pavement and itself.
Calling out would be risky, but maybe it was time she started taking more risks. "That you, Charlie?" She waves through the fog.
Wait, why the hell is Orc running? Orc doesn't run. What would be dangerous enough to make the living boulder run?
Well, so much for risk taking Diana, you fucking idiot.
XD YAY
"Diana?" His eyes went wide at seeing the familiar figure in the fog. At his size he couldn't slow down without tripping over himself.
So instead with his free arm he scooped Diana around the middle and hauled her off the ground over his shoulder.
"Sorry, can't stop to talk." He explained through his heavy breathing.
Re: XD YAY (x2)
"There are monsters, Mademoiselle." Eponine explained to Diana. She was not happy. Diana had teased her last time. Why was Orc saving her now?
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Diana manages to pull a face despite being bounced up and down like a ragdoll. Whiplash here we come.
"Urg, don't call me that, Eppy. It's all Enjolras kept saying when I was talking to him."
Mademoiselle just sounded so... Sweet. And nice. Tame and well mannered.
Basically not a good way to address Diana or the kind of person she was.
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Despite being out of shape, Orc could keep a steady pace for a long time and so once he slowed from charging to a jog he was making good time crossing the small town. The zombies were long behind them now but who knew what other horrors lurked in the fog?
He didn't have much of a plan though so he kept running.
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She stayed clinging to Orc even as he continued and continued to run.
"What are we going to do? You can't run forever, can you, Charles?"
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Diana had to admit she wasn't totally impressed with the way the arena was starting out.
"Not that I'm not totally loving the fact you dragged me into a zombie chase here, Charlie. But since it looks like we've lost them would you mind putting me down? I'm getting motion sickness up here."
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He slowed to a trot and then came to a stop, his beady eyes focusing in the fog for a moment as he set the girls down.
Curiously, he got down on his hands and knees and crawled forward. It was a peculiar site to see someone so large crawling around like a toddler.
Sure enough, just beyond the fog was the edge of the street. And quite possibly the edge of the arena. He couldn't see very far into it and it was lucky Diana had stopped them when she did or the three of them might have gone tumbling into nothingness and sent right back to the Capitol on day one.
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"We're at the end, aren't we?" She stood up, looking back at Diana. She seemed to have all the answers, and Eponine, still consumed by thoughts of her father, couldn't even be bothered trying to come up with a plan.
"What do we do now?"
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There's a brief moment as she thinks, the begins rubbing her now sore neck as she answers. "Well, first of all, I'd like to get away from the big drop of death and maybe inside a house or something since now there's apparently zombies hanging around in the fog."
"And secondly, I'd love to know what's in there, Charlie." She points at the bag he has.
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All too willing to help he fumbled with the bag to open it exposing some food stuffs and basic supplies. 1 can of soup, 1 package of dehydrated meat strips, 1 package of wheat crackers, a 10' spool of wire, a sleeping bag and flash light.
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Silently, sullenly, she handed over the acid spray. She didn't really know what it was, whereas she knew, at least, that she could use the scissors and stab someone, should she have to.
She peered into the bag. "Wire, always wire. What are we supposed to do with wire. We should save the food until we are dizzy, though."
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"Thanks."
She watches the two of them looking over their items and decides to take a shot.
"If you don't want the wire, I'll take it."
You don't know until you ask.
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"Or tripping someone." He added "Or even like tying someone up."
He rubbed his fingers together.
"But my fingers are too big. I can't do it. So you two figure it out."
He wasn't the leader after all, he was the muscle. He just wanted to make them both happy.
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"You take it." She told Diana, not willing to associate with the idea of tying up at all. "I shall keep my scissors, Charles, if it's all the same."