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thearena2014-08-18 09:38 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-08-18 09:38 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 11,
- aang,
- albert heinrich,
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- cassandra marko,
- clara murphy,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- jet link,
- molotov cocktease,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- ✘ alex murphy,
- ✘ astrid hofferson,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ bucky barnes (616),
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ dennett norton,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ edward nygma,
- ✘ elsa,
- ✘ eridan ampora,
- ✘ hiccup,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ justin hammer,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ kurloz makara,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ natasha romanoff,
- ✘ peggy carter,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ rocket raccoon,
- ✘ ruffnut thorston,
- ✘ skye,
- ✘ sollux captor,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ tess,
- ✘ tony stark
ARENA 11-PaneMall
It’s pre-dawn when the Tributes are roused from their beds and sent to their tubes. Those who’d been imprisoned for the past few weeks had their heads covered before transport to the staging area, and there’s an air of confusion surrounding just about everything that’s happening until the stylists and managers arrive on the scene and try to calm everyone down. The reunions may be happy, but they're sadly very temporary.
The first clue that something strange is happening comes from their clothing: figure skating costumes with bright colors and sequins and ice skates strapped to their feet. Some may even find it difficult to stand with the blades on their feet, but as they're placed into the arena, all becomes clear. The mall skating rink seems quiet and quaint, especially after weeks of uncertainty and stress. Too bad the peace and quiet can’t last.
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19
18...
Above the ice rink (which houses all 100+ Tributes) there are floors with shops looking over them. Large, bright fluorescent lights dot the multi-storied ceiling and create a warm, nostalgic glow to the place. Benign music is piped in from various hidden speakers to compliment the intended mood of fun and commerce.
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16
15…
The countdown continues and the Tributes, some of whom haven’t seen each other in weeks, stare at one another helplessly. That is, until one of them boldly decides to speak.
"We're expected to fight here today," Steve's voice suddenly cuts through the tension in the room. It commands attention without demanding it, a conviction of truth in his tone.
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13
12...
"To turn on each other through fear and self preservation. And we could give them what they want. A bloodbath," here he pauses longer, lets the reality of his statements sink in. Let people realize what he's saying, that this is a choice.
"Or we can choose not to fight. To instead work together," an option so many seem not to even realize they have. "No one here has to die by our hands today," he knows his speaking won't be without consequence, but he does want to believe he'll be the only one to pay for this.
"This is a risk. One many of you are hesitant to trust, let alone take. But everything we do here is a risk to ourselves and those around us," nothing in the arena comes without putting your life on the line.
"I, for one, am willing to take this risk, to choose not to fight," Steve looks around the room, making eye contact with a few people as he does. He's not telling anyone what to do, this is for them to decides for themselves; their freedom of choice.
But he's got faith in the his fellow tributes. "And I've got a feeling I'm not alone.”
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2
1…
After the countdown ends, there’s a moment of utter still and silence. Then...
BOOOOOOOOOOOM
The room seems to erupt with noise and concussive force. The explosions are so violent that the muzak is paused in its tracks and shakes some of the Tributes off of their pedestals, and after the ice fog and smoke clears, it becomes apparent that fifteen of the Tribute pedestals and exploded there on the ice rink. Fifteen corpses lie mangled on the bloody ice: Deanna Winchester, Danny Fenton, Fili, Kili, Kain Highwind, Perry Kelvin, Julian Bashir, Clint Barton, Karkat Vantas, Sirius Black, Rahm Kota, Cinderella, Bunnymund, Robin, Rock Lee, and Rokk Krin.
The center of the ice rink remains completely intact and stocked with a few dozen keys of varying shapes and sizes. This is the Cornucopia and the Gamemakers are compelling the Tributes to skate for it.
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces “The Arena is now open.” The Games have begun.
The first clue that something strange is happening comes from their clothing: figure skating costumes with bright colors and sequins and ice skates strapped to their feet. Some may even find it difficult to stand with the blades on their feet, but as they're placed into the arena, all becomes clear. The mall skating rink seems quiet and quaint, especially after weeks of uncertainty and stress. Too bad the peace and quiet can’t last.
19
18...
Above the ice rink (which houses all 100+ Tributes) there are floors with shops looking over them. Large, bright fluorescent lights dot the multi-storied ceiling and create a warm, nostalgic glow to the place. Benign music is piped in from various hidden speakers to compliment the intended mood of fun and commerce.
16
15…
The countdown continues and the Tributes, some of whom haven’t seen each other in weeks, stare at one another helplessly. That is, until one of them boldly decides to speak.
"We're expected to fight here today," Steve's voice suddenly cuts through the tension in the room. It commands attention without demanding it, a conviction of truth in his tone.
13
12...
"To turn on each other through fear and self preservation. And we could give them what they want. A bloodbath," here he pauses longer, lets the reality of his statements sink in. Let people realize what he's saying, that this is a choice.
"Or we can choose not to fight. To instead work together," an option so many seem not to even realize they have. "No one here has to die by our hands today," he knows his speaking won't be without consequence, but he does want to believe he'll be the only one to pay for this.
"This is a risk. One many of you are hesitant to trust, let alone take. But everything we do here is a risk to ourselves and those around us," nothing in the arena comes without putting your life on the line.
"I, for one, am willing to take this risk, to choose not to fight," Steve looks around the room, making eye contact with a few people as he does. He's not telling anyone what to do, this is for them to decides for themselves; their freedom of choice.
But he's got faith in the his fellow tributes. "And I've got a feeling I'm not alone.”
2
1…
After the countdown ends, there’s a moment of utter still and silence. Then...
The room seems to erupt with noise and concussive force. The explosions are so violent that the muzak is paused in its tracks and shakes some of the Tributes off of their pedestals, and after the ice fog and smoke clears, it becomes apparent that fifteen of the Tribute pedestals and exploded there on the ice rink. Fifteen corpses lie mangled on the bloody ice: Deanna Winchester, Danny Fenton, Fili, Kili, Kain Highwind, Perry Kelvin, Julian Bashir, Clint Barton, Karkat Vantas, Sirius Black, Rahm Kota, Cinderella, Bunnymund, Robin, Rock Lee, and Rokk Krin.
The center of the ice rink remains completely intact and stocked with a few dozen keys of varying shapes and sizes. This is the Cornucopia and the Gamemakers are compelling the Tributes to skate for it.
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces “The Arena is now open.” The Games have begun.
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He's a little wobbily on his skates, but he can get around fine. He's skating by Chibi when he sees her starting to panic, surrounded by something as fucking disgusting as human remains. He's got to get her attention off it somehow, he thinks, so he calls out to her as he approaches.
"Hey kid! Check this shit out." He waves at her and pushes himself forward fast, purposefully letting his legs fall out under him like he slipped on a banana peel. So he hits the ice with an unattractive grunt and a thud. "Nailed it." He mutters to himself, wondering if doing that was worth the ass pain.
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Her eyes flutter as she really focuses on him she can't help but look concerned. She tries to get up but just ends up slipping about until she closes the distance between them and leans over him.
"Are you okay?"
She sounds as worried as she looks right now.
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"I think I broke my ass." He says with a soft hiss, pushing himself up to sit on the ice properly while studying her carefully with his red eyes. He can't feel self-conscious when she's fairy floss personified, but she looks oddly familiar and he can't help asking.
"Are you a sailor scout?" Important things to ask when you're sitting on your ass in an Arena.
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"You broke your wha-?" She blinked her own set of pinky-red eyes at him at the question that brought her short. "Sailor what?"
It sounded very close to what she was, but at the same time it might be something completely different for all she knew. She tries not to look too obvious about her curiosity as to what he meant. Not that it works.
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The question is clearly more important and he cocks his head to the side. "Sailor Scouts. Like Sailor Moon, Mars and Tuxedo Max or whatever." Did he watch it for the boys? No. "Wait a minute-" He holds out a hand like expects she'll actually leave. "Mini moon?" The pink hair is a dead giveaway.
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"I know what you meant, I just don't know how you could break it."
After all, she has a friend who is training to be a doctor, she knows that you can't break you actual butt.
And then Dave starts talking about Sailor Moon... And... Max? Which makes her eyes widen slowly, but when he says Mini Moon he realises despite saying the name somewhat wrong to her ears she gasps.
"How did you-?"
She can't help but boggle at him.
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Instead, he chooses to focus more on her reaction, worrying if he should have said that at all. He really needs to stop fourth walling people, he never knows how to act.
"Let's just say I'm a big fan of moon justice." He offers her the smallest smile. "I'm Dave, by the way. I'm normally much cooler than this."
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"You are? Really?" She's heard people be excited about Sailor Moon before, but that's usually after she's saved them. Something tells Chibi-Usa that she'd remember if they saved him.
"Nice to meet you, Dave. I'm Usagi. But you can call me Chibi-Usa." Then she shakes her head. "That didn't look that uncool to me." then she gives him a little smile to help him feel better about how slightly uncool her was.
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His smile widens a little and he starts to push himself up off the ice, wobbling a little as he struggles to steady himself, but he gets the hang of it eventually.
"Chibi-Usa, got it." He nods, as if sternly committing it to memory. In a few hours, he'll forget and call her Mini-Moon, but he tries. "You mean falling on your ass isn't uncool? Damn, you might be too forward thinking for me." He holds his hands up in surrender, eyes flicking around as he tries to scan the area for another Sailor Scout- maybe he missed them arriving? "Do you know anyone here yet?" He asks finally, figuring he can at least escort her a little closer to them.
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She blinks again and kind of gives a little smile at the thought of Sailor Senshi being not only known, but famous for what they do. She couldn't help but feel proud of what she was a part of.
She looks up at him and then shakes her head.
"You looked a lot cooler than Usagi does when she falls over." She says as she struggles her own self up. Looking around herself when he does.
"No one from my world." She pulls a little face to show how much she doesn't like that she's alone in that sense. "But Mindy, Joel, and Skye said they would keep me safe?"
She really isn't sure if they're here let alone alive at this second, because really everything moving too fast for her and is being far too gruesome for her mind to keep up with.
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"Guess I'm more talented than I realised." He shrugs, moving to glance around the mess of the Arena before he spies Joel in the distance and gives her a little nudge. "Look there's Captain Dad or whatever, you go for him and I'll watch your back. Alright? Last one to him is a rotten egg, and I fucking hate eggs." He has no intention of legitimately racing toward the guy who threatened him, but he can make a game of getting Usagi to approach him.
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Then she gives a small giggle when Dave shrugs off how he's a more talented faller. Though at the nudge she looks over at where Dave is looking, looking quite pleased when she can see Joel is very much whole.
"Rotten egg?" She scrunches up her nose, she's never heard that as a saying before, but she gets over it fast enough and starts to skate towards Joel. She's very wobbly but determined to get there.
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