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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.
gardienne: (I don't want your money)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-05-27 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine glared at Orc resentfully. Why was he letting Diana have a weapon? He'd want his back, wouldn't he? And then she'd be left with none. Maybe that was his plan. Was he getting fed up of her? Diana was prettier than her. And wittier. Would he want Diana instead.

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."
keep_surviving: (Surprise)

[personal profile] keep_surviving 2014-06-01 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Diana sees the displeasure written clearly across Eponine's face but smiles anyway as she's handed the can.

"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.
paidinbeer: (bored bored bored bored drink)

[personal profile] paidinbeer 2014-06-01 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"The wire might be good for trapping food." Orc explained "Or um...choking someone." He didn't seem nearly as comfortable with the idea.

"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.
gardienne: (determined)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-06-01 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"That Draco tied me up once. But he didn't use wire. It were magic. I hate being bound." Eponine spat viciously at the ground, and rubbed her wrists.. Even now, she could feel the cold bite of the Parisian shackles she had had to wear - reminded, of course, bu the Capitol cuff still fitted snug on her left wrist.

"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."