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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-07-23 09:43 pm

Mini Arena 2

Tributes are woken early, and the hovercraft ride is a long one. Not the longest some have experienced, but they are clearly going far.

25 - 24 - 23

They land on the deck of the boat, and are ushered underneath, to the lower levels, quickly. Their stylists go from cabin to cabin, decking them out in over the top finery, before loading them into the pods installed into the corners of the rooms.

20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16

The platforms lift them up, and they are all ringed around a grand buffet table, loaded with a grand feast looking ready to sag down from the weight. Among the food are supplies, plenty of them, all for the taking.

11- 10 - 9 - 8

They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. That's all this is about, a good show. None of them have been told that there can be multiple winners this time around.

5 - 4

3

2

The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. The games have begun.
carnagecarnival: (And stand so tall.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-07-25 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
He had already felt, up in his bloodpusher, that this was not going to be a good day. But this? This? No. He refused. This was not allowed to happen.

The spew splatters on the floor and onto his shoes, dirtying the ends of his pants. He is not a seadweller and so it isn't as if he really cares about the clothing he's been given. And sure, he's been blood coated but blood is sacred.

That, however, is not. (And maybe some ghost of something deep inside ain't so pleased.) His eyes narrow.

He growls and does one single shake of his head as he reaches down, yanks this fool up and says, "MOTHERFUCKER, I AM AT TO HAVING NEITHER THE TIME NOR MOTHERFUCKING PATIENCE TO BE ABOUT AMENDING TO THIS HOOFBEASTSHIT. Mirth dammit, you could as least have got at it to be elsewhere."
Edited 2014-07-25 00:47 (UTC)
bloomstwice: (wh)

[personal profile] bloomstwice 2014-07-26 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Lee's pretty sure there's nothing left for him to throw up, but he kind of doubts that when the stranger grabs him by his suit and lifts him off of his knees. He could understand if he was mad; who wouldn't be? This suit looked expensive, and Lee had pretty much ruined his shoes and part of the pants. A little bit of anger was totally understandable, but...

...This was kind of pushing it.

He felt his stomach lurch as the stranger picked him up, and spurted the most fowl language that Lee had ever heard. Sure, Naruto or Sakura swore sometimes, but not to this extent. If Lee had any guts that weren't turning to jelly, he'd ask this guy to tone down his language. But that wasn't a good idea right now. "It, it was not intentional..."
carnagecarnival: (His lips spun.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-07-28 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
As a Makara, Initiate was always and has always been good at pushing the envelope of being angry.

That said, he's not exactly raging, just mildly agitated. It was the topper to an already great day.

"BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN," He remarks with a huff and another shake of his head. "What all's the matter with you? YOU POISONED? All gone of a poisoning has this motherfucker?"

If so the Initiate would have to know what. If it was the water itself, well, at least the end would be quick enough.
bloomstwice: (my kokoro)

[personal profile] bloomstwice 2014-07-30 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Excuse your language, sir.

"I, I get seasick!" Lee really, really didn't want to die this way. He was a ninja- he was supposed to be cool and sneaky and easy to rely on...but that really wasn't the case with him now, was it? He felt like poop and he was covered in puke and it was all thanks to this ship. "I just get sick on boats! When they rock, it makes me feel unwell!"

Please do not kill me for vomiting on your shoes...
carnagecarnival: (Becomes nothing that's everything.)

omg baby

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-07-30 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
He growls and shakes his head. It ain't directed at Lee, but rather, exasperation at the capitol. Why would they send out someone what all would be this useless? This fucker could hardly walk all like this. Seasick. Of course.

"WELL, THERE'S MOTHERFUCKING THAT THEN," He says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I ain't know as how to up and help you, motherfucker, I don't do ships. LEST ALL YOU WISH ON STRIFING HIM SO HE CAN END YOU EARLY. All what he can think is find somewhere what ain't here to get up and out of the rest."

He makes a noise that sounds like a disgusted 'bluh'.
bloomstwice: (WTF)

heheheheeeee!

[personal profile] bloomstwice 2014-08-05 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't want to die......not by this guy, anyway. It looked like he could easily pick Lee up and snap his spine in half.

Lee winced as the other raised his voice, trying to pull himself up to his feet. He eventually accomplished this, trying his hardest to not get too close to the other (and if nausea set in, to direct his head somewhere else...). He had a feeling this guy was over getting puked on and dealing with someone who got sick on boats.

"Perhaps-" Lee coughed. "Perhaps I can help you out of the boat?"
carnagecarnival: (A raging water.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-08-11 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Now the Initiate is lifting a real dubious brow. He holds the disbelieving look for a good few minutes until the creak of boat metal sounds around him, making his gaze dart up and around, ears going back and down. His mouth presses to a line and his brow furrows.

"MOTHERFUCKER YOU AIN'T HARDLY ABLE TO STAND. Shouldn't a motherfucker be about worrying on his ownself? WOULD BE A SHAMEFUL WAY TO DIE, TURNED DOWN IN ONE'S OWN SICK," He points out.