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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] asklepian 2014-05-26 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Right, then. We'll find each other later." Julian lets a hesitant look flit across his face, but he's fairly sure his message has been understood. At least enough for now.

And really, he doesn't need the reminder--he can see it himself. Not as well as Garak, but...

"Be careful, please."
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[personal profile] carsassian 2014-05-29 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Doctor, I am always careful." He smiles briefly, confident in spite of the thick fog, tall grass, and hazards that could be lurking in either or both of them. Neither of them are exactly new at running around blind in hazardous situations and that's something. Maybe Bashir's genetic engineering would even give him a fighting chance if his distinctly Starfleet sense of morality didn't get in the way of it.

"Now go," he commanded again, letting his tone take on an atypical level of seriousness. "Before someone really does hear us."