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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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The lasers, yes! One of them was just close enough and mounted on an adjustable stand so that if he reached, he could swing it around. The beam burned through part of the metal paneling in the wall as he swiveled it around and aimed it at the cheetah alien.
With a zappy laser noise and the smell of burnt fur, the beam took off one of the alien's ears and severed its paw.
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Or, rather, down about forty feet, where it hits the floor with a stomach-churning crack.
"Thanks, man." Marco doesn't take his eyes off the corpse below. Who knows what those sorts of things can survive. "That could have been bad."
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What a disastrous first contact.
"Yeah, you're telling me. I'm Kaito, by the way."
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They're not allies in Marco's eyes - he doesn't trust anywhere near that quickly - but it's in his best interest to cooperate with this guy, and Kaito could have easily ditched him.
"Thanks for not leaving me to get turned into alien food, by the way."
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He waved aside Marco's thanks. "Hey, don't mention it. I couldn't just sit there and let it eat you." Like come on, Marco, who did you think he was? Someone who didn't really grasp the concept of a battle royale, apparently.
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Somehow, they're still doing Science, only this time with a dead alien that may or may not have to be made in xenojerky. Marco's not all that more excited by the prospect than Kaito is - for all he knows it's got acid blood - but he's also practical. And practical says that he hasn't found even a pack of dehydrated turnips in this joint yet.
"Okay, let's find something to drop on top of it."
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He dangled it over the gap and dropped it onto the alien.
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"He's dead, Jim." Marco does his best McCoy voice and leans back from watching the corpse kind of leak a little more. "We should probably figure out where it came from for when its mom comes out for vengeance on us."
He's kidding, but the sad thing is that that is totally a possibility.
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He didn't want to go down there, man. He really didn't. Nor, in fact, did he want to meet its mom. "Does that happen? This is messed up."