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thearena2014-12-05 09:26 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-12-05 09:26 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 12,
- aang,
- anna of arendelle,
- black tom cassidy,
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- cassandra marko,
- clint barton,
- commander shepard,
- daryl dixon,
- haruto soma,
- jet link,
- karkat vantas,
- kousuke nitou,
- molotov cocktease,
- sam wilson,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- ✘ beth greene,
- ✘ bro strider,
- ✘ brock samson,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ bucky barnes (616),
- ✘ cassian,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ grantaire,
- ✘ iskierka,
- ✘ kenny mccormick,
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ marco,
- ✘ milla vodello,
- ✘ natasha romanoff,
- ✘ nick (twd),
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ pixie,
- ✘ ruffnut thorston,
- ✘ samwise gamgee,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ thor odinson,
- ✘ tony stark,
- ✘ venus dee milo
Arena 12 - The Spaceport
As usual the Tributes are woken up early for the start of the arena, leaving the Tribute Centre before dawn. A few hours ride in a hovercraft delivers them to their destination where their excited prep teams will outfit them in skintight suits that are colour coordinated by District (D1 is White, D2 is Red, D3 is Orange, D4 is Aqua, D5 is Purple, D6 is Pink, D7 is Light Green, D8 is Blue, D9 is Yellow, D10 is Dark Green, D11 is Lavender, and D12 is Black) over which they will be put into what is instantly identifiable as a spacesuit, complete with oxygen tank and helmet before being loaded into the tubes.
They rise up into what appears to be outer space and immediately upon emerging from the tubes Tributes will find themselves floating upwards with a length of rope the only thing holding them to their podiums. The countdown crackles out from speakers built into each Tributes helmet.
20
19
18…
The Cornucopia sits in the middle of a dusty crater with buildings surrounding it, made up of a number of chained down cases and cubes in limited numbers. Cubes which sharp-eyed Tributes will note look like they fit into the slots beside the doors that lead into the spaceport.
8
7
6…
The mirrored visors of the uniformly white spacesuits make it impossible to tell friend from foe. Tributes fighting for goods will have to risk harming their friends but the alternative, floating off into space or suffocating when their oxygen runs out, leaves them little choice.
3
2
1…
The gong rings out and the countdown’s voice announces, “the Arena is now open” before the line goes dead. The Games have begun.
They rise up into what appears to be outer space and immediately upon emerging from the tubes Tributes will find themselves floating upwards with a length of rope the only thing holding them to their podiums. The countdown crackles out from speakers built into each Tributes helmet.
19
18…
The Cornucopia sits in the middle of a dusty crater with buildings surrounding it, made up of a number of chained down cases and cubes in limited numbers. Cubes which sharp-eyed Tributes will note look like they fit into the slots beside the doors that lead into the spaceport.
7
6…
The mirrored visors of the uniformly white spacesuits make it impossible to tell friend from foe. Tributes fighting for goods will have to risk harming their friends but the alternative, floating off into space or suffocating when their oxygen runs out, leaves them little choice.
2
1…
The gong rings out and the countdown’s voice announces, “the Arena is now open” before the line goes dead. The Games have begun.
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"A bold request, in here." He points out, but he's curious enough to hang around. "Aye. I am, what of it?" He wonders if, like the Capitol children, Gary wants an autograph.
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"I need some of your hair."
Maybe an autograph would have been better. Gary doesn't even think about how weird this sounds until the words have already come out of his mouth, and by this point he's too committed to backpedal. His expression remains flat.
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"Pardon?" He asks, after furrowing his brows and balking for a long moment. He lifts a hand to his braid, narrowing his eyes at Gary. "For what reason?"
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He shifts his weight, tilting his chin up so he can stare down his nose at Gary. It's like he's sizing him up before he's dropping his head back down so he can just barely smirk.
"I see no reason to reward your friend if he cannot bring himself to face me himself." And he sounds skeptical, like he thinks this friend may actually be Gary.
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Meanwhile, there are holes to dig. Gary's hopeful smile, painted on while Thor considered his offer, flickers to a desperate grimace. "Aw, come on man! He's your biggest fan!" He pauses, thinks quickly. Maybe a different appeal will strengthen his odds? "--I-I'll make it worth your while."
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"I've no desire to wrench my hair from my scalp." He says lowly, with a furrowed brow. "And I do not believe there is much you could provide me with to convince me otherwise."
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Gary doesn't wait for any protests before trotting to the nearest door, stopping only for it to open and to make sure Thor isn't wandering off.
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"Make haste." He warns. "I cannot linger long." He has God things to do, Gary.
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Does he need more time?
That's a thought Gary has learned to stop entertaining since he's arrived in the Capitol and they took his powers. But he realizes now, with a pang of excitement, that he can consider that option here--the world moves slowly in this space station, and for the first time in several months, Gary isn't moving slowly with it. He doesn't have to wait.
This is just about the only motivation Gary needs to act. As soon as Thor lines up with him at the door, Gary whips around, makes a grab at Thor's luxuriously long hair and pulls hard with a snap of his wrist, all practically within the blink of an eye.