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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.
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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.
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But he was more than happy to follow him - maybe he didn't notice that he was coming? So he picks up the pace, running full tilt after the retreating scientist.
"CARLOS! CARLOS, WAIT UP! IT'S ME! KEVIN!"
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He rounded a corner and saw a dark, empty doorway loom out of the fog. Skidding to a halt, Carlos slipped inside. He pressed himself up against a wall and did his damnedest to slow his breathing and calm his heart.
He had to be silent.
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Good thing Kevin was fast, too. He ran after the Scientist as closely as he was able, losing him only for a second around a corner - and then he stopped. Right in front of the doorway.
Looking around in confusion.
"Hey...hey, Carlos? Where did you go? Are we playing a game?"
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He was standing pressed to the wall of the house just to the left of the open door, far enough inside that he couldn't see out and that no one standing on the outside could see him. He kept his eyes wide open behind his glasses, staring wildly at the doorway, keeping dead silent.
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He would probably have been whistling instead of humming, if he could whistle. But he couldn't whistle. You couldn't, either, with those teeth.
He took a step into the doorway, looking this way and that...but he hadn't noticed Carlos yet. He actually didn't look like he was trying too hard to hunt him down - his air was casual, like someone who thought he spotted a friend on the street and was half-trying to say hello.
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The door opened to the inside, and was next to him on the wall, only a foot or two away. Quickly but stealthily, Carlos reached over and got his fingers behind the heavy oak of the door.
Then, he shoved it at Kevin. Hard. Essentially, he was slamming the door in Kevin's face, putting all his strength into the push and hoping it would be enough to stun. Carlos had no idea if it worked or not, since he didn't stick around to find out: he took the few seconds he was praying the door-slamming would give him and ran deeper into the building, hoping desperately to find a back door.
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"Silly door! What did you do THAT for, huh?"
He grinned, pushing it back open and making his way inside - but Carlos had gotten his delay.
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Oh well!
He would just have to catch up with him later!
And with that, he moved back through the house, choosing instead to look for anything he could use. Efficiency! That was the key.