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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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"That sucks." Gary bites his lip. "But they'll be waiting when we get back! It's not so bad."
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"Right."
Nill has a very anxious feeling in her gut that pretty much screams this entire conversation is going to come back to bite her at some point, even if it's not right away, and leaving out the fact that the person isn't dead here seems like a wise decision.
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And since everything is fine, then obviously it's okay to keep prying. "What're they like?" he asks brightly. People love talking about their significant others, Gary reasons. This should help her smile a little! "What do they do? Artist? Plumber? Professional juggler?"
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Nill still does not actually look back at Gary, but she stops walking so that she can lift both hands and press the heel the her palms against her eyelids.
"I don't want to talk about it."
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Finally, finally the point sinks in. Gary stops walking and glances over, decidedly worried from the way his brow crinkles and his mouth curls into a confused frown, and for once, he thinks it might be best to wait for Nill to stop trying to rub her eyes out before he presses her again.
"...Are you okay?" he asks, bashfully, scratching his chin like the strain of wondering is causing him physical pain. Amazing that this would do it, and not the broken arm, or the ribs, or the various other blossoming internal injuries he's doing well to ignore. Such is Gary's way.
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She looks back at him again, looking over his face. At another time she might be impressed he noticed something for once, but right now she's just tired, which is a terrible way to start off an Arena.
"How are you okay?"
Which isn't exactly an answer. Sorry Gary.
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At least the question she asks is something else Gary can misinterpret, which means, hey, convenient topic change! Maybe this will make Nill feel better. "Like, physically?" He doesn't wait for Nill to confirm if that's what she means. "It's my powers! Adrenaline and stuff. I barely feel a thing!"
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"Don't you understand that we're being tortured?"
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"I...no," he squints. "That doesn't make any sense. They're not trying to get anything out of us or whatever. It's just a game. Like, yeah, it sucks, but...we'll come back okay."