The Gamemakers (
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thearena2013-01-12 03:36 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 05,
- sigma klim,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ adel-makim-zalur,
- ✘ alex rider,
- ✘ anna morasca,
- ✘ charlotte "lottie" la bouff,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ copycat,
- ✘ danny williams,
- ✘ dean winchester,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. grey,
- ✘ draco malfoy,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ javert,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ momoko ryugasaki,
- ✘ neeshka,
- ✘ richard b. riddick,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ tony stark
Arena 05 - Chill
Usually, the tribute's outfits for the arena aren't accessorized. But today, the last thing their stylists hand them before the countdown begins is a pair of heavy black glasses, polarized and thick-lensed. They look at odds with the thick, winter gear they've been outfitted in.
It's a long rise to the surface today, inside their individual little tubes, much longer than usual. They start to feel the cold only about halfway up, and to hear the wind. It howls across the surface as they reach it, pressing all of their clothes flat against their bodies. And the reason for the glasses is immediately apparent.
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The sky is white. The ground is white (and gray and black and blue but mostly white), the far-off sea is blinding silver. Everything in sight flings light around, fractures it into scintilating rainbows and sheer white beams of reflection. It is strong, cruel light, and it bears no heat at all. The surface is so cold that the little metal trackers ache in everyone's arm, and the countdown has to continue at a deafening volume to be heard.
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The circle of silver pedestals is the only regular shape to be seen. All else is fractured and split, the most uneven footing imaginable. And at the center of the circle, the Cornucopia sports icycles hanging from its lip, almost to the pile of supplies tucked all neatly inside its mouth.
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There's a lull in the wind just as the gong sounds, letting it peal out across the frozen glacier, and echo off the high rock cliffs in the distance. And the ice answers, with a loud crack that seems to come from miles down.
Let the Games begin.
It's a long rise to the surface today, inside their individual little tubes, much longer than usual. They start to feel the cold only about halfway up, and to hear the wind. It howls across the surface as they reach it, pressing all of their clothes flat against their bodies. And the reason for the glasses is immediately apparent.
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The sky is white. The ground is white (and gray and black and blue but mostly white), the far-off sea is blinding silver. Everything in sight flings light around, fractures it into scintilating rainbows and sheer white beams of reflection. It is strong, cruel light, and it bears no heat at all. The surface is so cold that the little metal trackers ache in everyone's arm, and the countdown has to continue at a deafening volume to be heard.
12 - 11 - 10 -
The circle of silver pedestals is the only regular shape to be seen. All else is fractured and split, the most uneven footing imaginable. And at the center of the circle, the Cornucopia sports icycles hanging from its lip, almost to the pile of supplies tucked all neatly inside its mouth.
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2
There's a lull in the wind just as the gong sounds, letting it peal out across the frozen glacier, and echo off the high rock cliffs in the distance. And the ice answers, with a loud crack that seems to come from miles down.
Let the Games begin.

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Now to get them somewhere safe. The whole place was white, as far as she could see. She was incredibly thankful the sunglasses as she scanned the distance, seeing a ravine ahead of them.
"This way!"
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"H-how did they put us here?" he begged, almost in a moan.
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She knew he didn't like snow, and ice, but she had no idea it went to this level. Still, she was keeping her eye on the prize. Which was, hopefully, not dying.
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This was not going to be pretty.
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She had ridden on Some's back a few times now, and it wasn't the much different than a horse. A very, very strange horse.
"Let's get out cute little tail feather's out of here."
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No time to dwell on it.
<I'll go ahead then...>
Stepping to the edge of the ravine... well. Adel tries to get purchase of the edge with her hooves, she really does. It just doesn't work. <Yaaah!> She yells, as she goes sliding down into the ravine.
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Lottie squeezed tight as they went slipping and sliding down into the ravine. It reminded her of the one small automobile accident she had gotten into, and she never wanted to recreate that.
Holding tight to Some, she buried her face against him.
"We're gonna die." She moaned miserably.
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"Are- are you alright?"
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Except her voice was off, and now they seemed to be out of disasters way, she was shaking slightly, and clinging to Some and she slid off his back.
"Just fine..."
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As she makes her way to her feet, she looks at Lottie. She hasn't met very many humans, only a few while visiting the space station nearest her scoop, and so she's not overly familiar with their body language. But something tells her that the human is not quite as 'fine' as she'd apparently like them to believe.
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"I know you're afraid of the ice, but I was a little more afraid of all the people trying top murder us."
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"Honey, I don't think there is anything but ice." She said in a, hopefully, soothing voice.
While wondering if it would be rude to ask if she could get on his back again.
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"... Then what can we do? If- if we just wait here, we will freeze or- or- or be crushed."
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She had read about explorers, at least, in the arctic. A few times. And really, it didn't take much to realize that.