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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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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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1


The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
allbloodyhail: eyescubed @ lj (I really fucked it up this time)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-06-07 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He hissed, though the full brunt of the attack didn't get him. It still stung, the wrench bouncing off his kneecap as he evaded her as swiftly as his legs could carry him. It shouldn't feel so bloody regular to run from a human; from a girl. But it does, nbd. See you later, Max.
designatedfreak: (war games)

[personal profile] designatedfreak 2014-06-07 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She wants to give chase. The adrenaline is still coursing through her body and the excitement of the fight pushes as her. When he didn't go down with the hit to his kneecap her mind told her that he would be a good opponent. Wrench in hand she starts to run at his retreating back. The fog is still thick, but she can still see that bright blond head running away.
allbloodyhail: (third wheel)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-06-08 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Jesus, aren't kids these days supposed to be less ambitious? Spike doesn't turn around or slow down, however, he knows what'll happen if he does. There was something about that whole homicidal intent thing where he could see it just as easily in her eyes as his own. Except he's powerless, and the smackdown of irony on him in this place is totally not lost. Bloody game-makers.
designatedfreak: (surprise)

[personal profile] designatedfreak 2014-06-13 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
She only chases him until he's far from whatever supplies might be left. There will be time again to hunt him down should the need arise. For now she turns back to see if there is anything left to scavenge.