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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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"Well, the last time I saw something like you, you were exclusive to North America eating rabies bait."
Tony replies with a straight face.
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"I don't friggin' care about your weirdo Terra beasts, but let's get this one thing straight. Ain't no thing out there like me 'cept me, an' the sooner you get that, the better!"
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"Well a talking one is new, I'll give you that." He pauses. "A talking real one anyway. I don't know about you Meeko. But I'm getting off the ice, the way you're moving, also probably a good idea, don't you think?"
It's not like Tony wouldn't like to keep hurling insults at the raccoon. But right now he's a target to people who can skate and hurt him at the same time.
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Still sneering, Rocket cast a glance back over toward where he'd been headed. With the kind of stature he had in comparison to everyone else, he wouldn't much stand a chance against them. Besides, the odds of finding a decent blaster in that pile somewhere were slim to none.
Though just because Rocket agreed with him didn't mean he was about to stop talking. "What, you scared of a little frozen water? Never been to an ice planet before?"
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Of course the next attempt at trying to damage Tony's ego really just results in a raised eyebrow.
"Because looking at me and all the apparent fear on my face makes my fear of ice obvious? You really need to work on your taunting there. Also, there's ice on this planet why would I want to go to one nothing but Ice? Hoth was a terrible idea in Star Wars and it's going to be a terrible idea in most cases."
He gives Rocket one hell of an eye-roll.
"Are you going to need help off or are you just going to bite me if I try?"
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"What the hell's a 'Hoth'?" The word itself had Rocket sneering slightly, both in irritation or confusion. What a dumb-sounding word. Leave it to the earthlings.
"Anyway. First of all, I don't need help from you. An' second? Ain't no tellin' where you've been, so bitin' you's not an option."
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Clearly this is a conversation that wasn't going to go anywhere positive, so Tony just shrugs at him.
"Well, considering my past, probably a smart idea. But if you really want to look ridiculous trying to get off the ice, you're welcome to it. Just thought I'd you know, be a stand up guy and offer a hand. After all, I'm pretty sure that's what Sister Sledge was trying to get across with his speech before... The booms."
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He then turned a suspicious eye on the humie. In his experience, Terrans were not what one would call "stand up guys." In fact, a lot of bald bodies tended to keep to their own kind and not even try reaching out to others. Especially not to Rocket. Which led Rocket to believe that there had to be some kind of catch involved here.
"I'll take my chances on lookin' ridiculous. Whatever that guy back there was hopin' for, I'm bettin' a hundred units it ain't gonna happen after the example they made outta those other guys."
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At least it's possible as far as Tony's concerned. He looks back over his shoulder when Rocket references Steve, not for any real belief that he'd see him so much as the reference was made so he looked.
"Well, there's already been a lot less death this time around, besides, the guy can be weirdly persuasive." He shrugs. "If you don't want a hand, then. Well. Have fun and don't trust anything that looks normal." He sounds bored at his own advice as he turns to prepare his exit from the ice.
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That aside, Rocket had other things to think about. Like how he was going to get himself armed to the teeth the way he should've been from the start. "Normal's overrated anyway," he muttered after the human as he left.