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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.

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.

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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,.

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2

1


The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
whoseesbynight: (*ac stalks her prey*)

[personal profile] whoseesbynight 2014-05-28 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Troll she most certainly is. Maybe not the sort that most people would expect, but if nothing else there's enough of them around the Capitol that most people have gotten used to the idea. Unfortunately for Spike, she stops just short of of being in range.

"I know you're there," she calls instead. What will happen next is a little less clear over all, but hopefully no one can blame her for being a little curious.
allbloodyhail: (yeah yeah i surrender)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-06-01 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He hissed out through his teeth, giving away his position. With a soft curse, he comes out from behind the tree, one hand up in surrender, the other holding the pipe behind his back. "...Hi."
whoseesbynight: (the cutest little cat)

[personal profile] whoseesbynight 2014-06-04 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hello," she offers in return with what is hopefully a fairly polite smile. She still isn't really going to trust Spike, when she can already see that at least one of his hands is hiding something, but that's no reason to not be at least somewhat polite.

And if it does come to a fight, she's at least not unarmed, even if she's not calling much attention to the fact just at the moment.
allbloodyhail: (yeah yeah i surrender)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-06-07 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey..." he repeats, deflating a little. She looks young, for a monster. Not that he has a soft spot for these sort of things nope nope nope. "Truce?" He's holding up the pipe before he can think better of it, putting it on the ground in front of him.

What? You never knew with demons or whatever she is. They could spit acid or something.
whoseesbynight: (:33)

[personal profile] whoseesbynight 2014-06-10 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Young is about the size of it. She might not count years the same way as humans do, but she doesn't look like she could really be more than fifteen, at an outside guess. On the other hand, she's already nodding as he bends to put the pipe down on the ground.

"Truce."

She doesn't bear him any animosity and there's even if it doesn't last forever she won't say no to an alliance.