ARENA 10-Placid Hollow

[etcircenses]

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.

Comments

Re: Venus and Joly [Closed]

[celebrityskinned]

"Somehow I doubt that." She grins, imagining that the trouble he gets into at home is relegated to the more enjoyable, mutually satisfactory forms of debauchery she saw on the television, that he's told her about with a surprisingly laissez-faire attitude.

But she wonders, perhaps. She's assumed that people look at her and see the friendly exterior, the warm smile, and not the wounds. She wonders if she's as certain of what people see of her as she thinks she is.

Perhaps the same is true of him.

"Wake me up as soon as you're tired. There's nothing worse than a sleepy guard."

Re: Venus and Joly [Closed]

[medecin]

"Oh, not in the neighborhood of..." Joly's not even sure how to put it, entirely. He would tell Venus actually, but at some other point. His deepest darkest secrets, the ones that only another doctor, or another doctor who has worked under combat anyway, might understand, are not those that he wants to give to an entire nation. "Well, it is not for here, at least." He adds, though a part of him does want Venus to know. "Someday." he promises. "When cameras aren't there to catch it."

And no, in Venus, there is much more than that. The first glimpse shows all of those things maybe, but as time has gone on, there's been much more to it than that.

For now, he is smiling, and nodding.

"Of course I will. I am so glad we've found each other here, you know. I could not chance that for anything."

Re: Venus and Joly [Closed]

[celebrityskinned]

She, of all people, may understand best the importance of things that need to be hidden from cameras. Things that need to be defended at all costs from the prying eyes of the uninitiated, the people who won't understand. So she nods and understands that that trust is a gift, and when he gives her his secrets she'll respect the gravity of them.

"Me too." She grabs a tablecloth, moth-eaten as it is, to make a sort of bed from. And she lays down, wondering what things will emerge from the mists to ally with or threaten them.

Re: Venus and Joly [Closed]

[medecin]

It is true, that, and keeping what could make him a monster in some people' eyes, being able to keep it for now, is certainly a blessing, so Joly simply returns the nod, seeing no need to say more about the trust that lies between them now. It simply IS,and that is enough for now.

"Sleep well." He adds, simply, already glancing time to time at the windows, at corners more freakish things might escape from, prepared to do his job as best he can.