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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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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.
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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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Laying still for a moment, she then begins to laugh.
"Ha ha ha ow...my face! Dude that was awesome! I didn't even see it coming." She praised pushing off the ground to look up at him with blood leaking from her nose.
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Her eyes watered and she wheezed trying to fill her air with lungs all while her body seized with unstable laughter. This was such a rush! But self preservation was starting to kick in and when he stomped at her she rolled out of the way scrambling to her feet.
She tried speaking a few times but she was still breathless "H-hold on. Hold on..."
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"Hold on?" Justin isn't amused. "Do you think we are sparring right now?"
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Her arms shook as she forced herself up. Scrapes on her face from the pavement marred her face...
...but she was still smiling.
"Are you really not having fun with this?"
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"Of course I am. Are you?"
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"Of course! This is what vikings live for!" She croaked as her lungs were still achingly trying to catch up to being fully functional.
For a teenager girl she was surprisingly resilient.
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He steps forward again, plans to put his full weight on one of her knees and break it backwards, overextend it until something snaps and she screams with pain.
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With a mighty Viking roar she throws a head butt for his nose, she always did like the way the world got all hazy after hitting her head against someone elses.
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Lunging for the first thing she saw she sank her teeth into his shoulder till she tasted blood.
It was the first time she'd ever done that to anyone but her brother. It felt strangely exhilarating.
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He grins.
"Are you done playing yet?"
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"Yeah...yeah I think I'm good for now, thanks!" Before dashing inside and slamming the door hoping to buy herself some time to escape.
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By the time Justin's finished with that fight, the viking will be long gone.