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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-11-01 08:31 pm

Mini Arena 3

The kids are picked up from the daycare bright and early, but by the Capitol instead of their parents. It's just like old times in the arenas, with only children to contend.

25 - 24 - 23

Stylists are starting to get used to the mini-arenas, though it doesn't mean they've been allowed to dress tributes in whatever they want. All the tributes will be dressed as proxy copy of a respective video game character. All tributes are reminded about the ticket rules for this round.

20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16

The platforms lift them up, and there is no cornucopia to be seen. The only way tributes will be able to help and protect themselves is if they go out of their way to harm another tribute and get the tickets, which will be tallied by their watches. The lights of the games flicker and glow within the dark. Classic video game fight tunes play overhead. Before them lay a great and stretching obstacle course, filled with animatronic enemies and various other hazards.

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.

[OOC: Remember, this is forwardated by a week.]
soultospare: (❀ sigh)

[personal profile] soultospare 2014-12-09 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Megan didn't want to know where it went, she was just excited for a moment to catch her breath. She was shaken, scared out her her mind, and absolutely certain that she wasn't going to survive the day. For a girl who has literally been to hell and back several times, it was a very rotten feeling.

"Let's not fuss over that and get the heck out of here." She tries to right herself and still maintain her balance, eyes fixed on the spot where the rabbit disappeared to. "My name's Megan, by the way. Now's a crappy time for introductions, but it'll have to do, I guess."
anachronologistics: mambo (never forget)

[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-12-10 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah..." he watches the distance for a moment longer before shaking his head and turning toward her again. "Yeah, come on."

Both his hands and his wings make a slight gesturing sort of motion, to urge her forward. He's still watching behind them, as if afraid that turning his head forward will beckon the rabbit back to them. "Davesprite. Keep going, I got your back."
soultospare: (❀ battered)

[personal profile] soultospare 2014-12-10 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," she said with a sigh, obeying his orders without question. Oh, if only she had her powers back, then she could teleport the both of them out of there before either of them could blink. No more stupid robotic rabbits to chase them down then. "Which District are you from?" She asked, calling over her shoulder to him but not daring to steal an actual glance.
anachronologistics: (doomed daves are good for no one)

[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-12-13 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It appears that they're mostly-clear of anymore robotic rabbits. Davesprite's tone remains casual and conversational, even if he's still keeping watch behind them.

"Eleven," there's a part of him that wants to add, Skipping the smalltalk and introductory bullshit will get us to the end of this round a lot quicker, but he doesn't. It isn't fair. "You?"
soultospare: (❀ sniffle)

[personal profile] soultospare 2014-12-22 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleven? Megan frowned slightly. She knew nothing about District Eleven, or any of the Tributes there. Come to think of it, she hardly knew anything about the place she was supposedly representing herself. "District One. I think. I mean, yeah. One."