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thearena2014-05-31 10:01 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-05-31 10:01 pm
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The fog seems especially heavy in the hours before dusk, and night begins it's creep easily enough with the light already so obscured.
But night had not fallen quite yet when the air raid sirens begin their howling, echoing through the fog and filling the streets with their moans.
The sirens last for what seems a long time, but in reality barely fills 5 minutes. Still, 5 minutes is a long time with that noise permeating the air. As the howl, the fog thickens even more, visibility cutting down to mere inches.
Then, suddenly they stop. A moment of silence, which ends with a growing grumble through the whole town, seeming to come from under ground. The fog sucks back, being pulled away towards the crevasses at the end of town. As it goes, the town starts to change.
To rot.
Paint curls up from walls, dry board crumbles away, ceilings sag and in place, collapse. Some buildings retain their structure, but some show their inner skeletons, nearly reduced to beams and columns. The cracks exude heat, shifting and widening, sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly.
It isn't just the cracks in the ground that heat up. The whole town seems to have a fire under it, hot, wet heat shimmering over the ground. The various monsters idling around are no longer idling, now aggressive and out for blood.
The town is a sight, and not one for sore eyes.
Except, along main street, one building is a beacon of normal. It looks the same, worn down, but whole. An old theater, The Mayan, with peeling and worn looking cravings of creatures and motifs clearly mimicking it's name sake. Inside is an old fashion, two floor theater, complete with a concession stand down stairs.
And anyone who takes shelter here will find the concession stand fully stocked. The soda machine works, the popcorn maker keeps refilling, and every time the hot dog maker is opened it's full of hot dogs and buns. The candy boxes, too, are full and restock themselves.
It would be perfect if it wasn't full of people who want you dead.
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A map of the theater can be found here.
Throw any questions here.
You can rp in this post like a party post, or use this information to make your own threads.
Hellrena will be in effect until a second post returning things to normal, I am planning a few days currently.
But night had not fallen quite yet when the air raid sirens begin their howling, echoing through the fog and filling the streets with their moans.
The sirens last for what seems a long time, but in reality barely fills 5 minutes. Still, 5 minutes is a long time with that noise permeating the air. As the howl, the fog thickens even more, visibility cutting down to mere inches.
Then, suddenly they stop. A moment of silence, which ends with a growing grumble through the whole town, seeming to come from under ground. The fog sucks back, being pulled away towards the crevasses at the end of town. As it goes, the town starts to change.
To rot.
Paint curls up from walls, dry board crumbles away, ceilings sag and in place, collapse. Some buildings retain their structure, but some show their inner skeletons, nearly reduced to beams and columns. The cracks exude heat, shifting and widening, sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly.
It isn't just the cracks in the ground that heat up. The whole town seems to have a fire under it, hot, wet heat shimmering over the ground. The various monsters idling around are no longer idling, now aggressive and out for blood.
The town is a sight, and not one for sore eyes.
Except, along main street, one building is a beacon of normal. It looks the same, worn down, but whole. An old theater, The Mayan, with peeling and worn looking cravings of creatures and motifs clearly mimicking it's name sake. Inside is an old fashion, two floor theater, complete with a concession stand down stairs.
And anyone who takes shelter here will find the concession stand fully stocked. The soda machine works, the popcorn maker keeps refilling, and every time the hot dog maker is opened it's full of hot dogs and buns. The candy boxes, too, are full and restock themselves.
It would be perfect if it wasn't full of people who want you dead.
OOC|
A map of the theater can be found here.
Throw any questions here.
You can rp in this post like a party post, or use this information to make your own threads.
Hellrena will be in effect until a second post returning things to normal, I am planning a few days currently.
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"I am certain there are some who would try. Not everyone can deny the will of the Capitol when presented with a challenge. Some fight in the hopes they will be freed for their compliance."
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"This is crazy." it's not only people trying to kill each other now but also possibly people with powers. The bottle of water is offered out to him in case he wants some. Thor did just save her life after all, the least she can do is offer him a drink. "So is this heat, this must be what deserts feel like."
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"I cannot find a method to this insanity. I cannot imagine many do, either." He shakes his head as he glances around, knowing he'll need to take her to shelter and having a vague idea of where best to head. He waves her off when she offers the drink, with his powers restored his need to replenish himself is much less dire than it is for her. She needs it more. "It feels like the very depths of Hel." He agrees, crouching beside her and nodding his head toward his back. "Come, I will carry you to a cooler place."
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The method, she'd guess, is whatever will kill them faster. Clem looks faintly startled at the offer of the piggyback ride, "I could walk, it's okay, you don't have to carry me." even if she's so very tired right now she doesn't want to put him out. "Where is that?" was there some part of the arena that wasn't trying to roast them alive?
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"It is a dwelling made entirely of ice, built by another with their powers returned. She is kind, she will allow us to rest there."
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Feeling a little silly (and young), she walks up to Thor, puts her hands on his burly shoulders and hangs on when he lifts her up. "... really? Someone here can do that?"
Clem's definitely intrigued by that statement.
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"Now that you have the advantage of height, you may keep watch." There, can't say he doesn't trust you. He glances around cautiously before he begins to stride back from where he came. This would be much easier if he could fly.
"I came across it myself sometime ago. Her name is Lady Elsa, she can bring forth ice from her fingertips and craft it into objects." She even made him a big chair for his big Asgardian butt.
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She blinks, "That sounds pretty incredible. Like out of a story."
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"There are some who believe I come from legend, perhaps Elsa is one of her own." He's genuinely curious about that. "What tales do you know of people with powers?"
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Now she's interested, "You?" and she thinks for a moment. "Well some fairytales do, they have things like witches and wizards in them. A lot of movies I used to watch as a kid had people with magical powers in them. I always wanted some myself."
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"There is a girl here, a viking, she knows of me. Thor and his friends are of legend to her." And he'd been happy to assure her that it was a reality. "You have strength of heart and character." He observes. "That is a power many cannot claim to possess." He smiles ahead of himself. "And you are small too, of course."
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She looks back down at him then, smiling a little, "That's pretty cheesy, you know... but thanks." he deserves a compliment back for his kind words to her. "What are the stories about you like?"
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"Some consider me a God with the power to control thunder, lightning and the weather." He smiles to himself. "In actuality I am what you know as an Alien, from another planet."
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As far as Clem understands aliens should look stranger. Or at least be a different colour to a human. She's not saying little green men from Mars but something more different definitely.
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She's thoughtful about that, "So what is the difference?"
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"I see no reason to use saucers to fly." Now she's confusing him. "We are a race of warriors with natural strength and power and our life is well over a hundred times the length of a mortal." He shrugs under her. "Many of us have powers you would consider to be magic."
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A thousand years old! "You don't look it." is what Clementine says first, "You must have a lot of birthday presents lying around at home."
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He chuckles at her disbelief, though there's the slightest sadness that arises when it reminds him of how fleeting mortal lives can be. "Asgardians age well." He says dryly. "There are many occasions when I've reason to receive gifts, the day of my birth is seldom among them." He seems confused that it would be.
"Look ahead, Clementine. Do you see it?" It's a while in the distance still, but the vague sight of a glimmery, ice shack is visible on the horizon.
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Clementine looks ahead at his words, remembering to keep watch. She wipes some fresh sweat off her brow and squints are the horizon, "I... I can see it! It's shiny." even in the dull light here.
rounding this up now!!
"It is a sight to behold." The trek is long, but not too exhausting for Thor. He does wish he could still fly, but without his hammer he cannot. He continues to chatter as much as Clementine likes until they reach the shack and he can put her down and urge her inside. He knows Elsa will happily watch over her, so he doesn't feel bad when he needs to pull away to search for his fellow Avengers.
GOOD
When Thor drops her off and goes to leave again she she nods, telling him to be careful before thanking him for saving her again. Hopefully they'll see each other again soon.