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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.
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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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"What number is this for you?"
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It feels like a battle field but not war. There's nothing to tell him who's an ally and who's not. No uniforms, no sides, just a bloodbath.
"No better teacher than experience," it's wry humor, but also honest.
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He stopped at the house they'd just reached. "This looks like a good a place as any to hide out for a bit." Assuming no one else was up there, of course. But since it had two storeys he should be able to look out and see what was coming.
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Turning back to Ian, he gives the man a small smile. "Want me to make sure the place is clear?" This sort of thing is second nature to Steve, making sure a place is empty before use. Besides, he has time and a weapon, he doesn't mind.
(ooc: morse code translation in case Ian can understand it: CA PARK THREE HOURS )
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"It'll be quicker with both of us." He went to the front door and opened it cautiously, peering around.
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There didn't seem to be any sign of life, so he went inside, just as cautiously. Although it made a nice change, being able to see properly, without any fog in the house. When he came to the first room off the hall he looked around it. So far the house seemed to be empty.
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Following Ian in, he moves on to the next room, cautious, looking for traps as he goes. Mindy had warned him of traps, also told him to make and use them, so he knew to look, keep an eye out.
Doing a quick sweep of the room, he finds it empty too. "Clear," he says it quietly, just enough for Ian to hear it but not travel too far into the building.
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"I'll camp out here," he said, thinking about what he could do to it to make sure no one else thought the same thing. "Thanks for the help."
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Giving a small smile at being thanked - even if he doesn't think it's necessary - Steve pats Ian's shoulder kindly. "Take care. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around," it's a good guess to say it won't be the last time they meet. Maybe not in the arena, but they'll meet again.
He'll take his leave then, needing to find his allies and secure a place for them to camp out as well.
(ooc: If you want Ian to stop him before he leaves, go for it ouo)
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He headed further inside the house, although went to a window to watch the man go. Just in case Steve had any other motives for knowing where Ian could be found.
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