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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-12-05 09:26 pm

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.
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[personal profile] reassures 2015-06-03 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment Nill just stares at Gary, before she barks out a harsh and disbelieving laugh, though he might not recognize it as a laugh. They can sound a little funny coming from her. Nill lifts one of her hands to her face again to wipe at her eyes, where a few errant tears have managed to slip free.

"Don't you understand that we're being tortured?"
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[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2015-06-07 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Gary has no idea what this has to do with adrenaline. Feeling baffled and more than a little unnerved, he slows, anxiously rubbing his limp arm and trying to force a curious smile. It doesn't work very well.

"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."