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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.
earthborn: (now is the time to fight)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-12-21 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He was distinctive, among the tributes, but she'd have been able to pick him out even in a crowd. The grin that answered him was sharp, almost angry, but never at him; they were hunting-pertners, as ever.

And just for him she flexed her corona, flaring it just that little bit brighter, before letting the captured dark matter die back to latency.

"Always have. Not bad yourself, Vakarian," it didn't take much to imagine the results of Turian talons on these soft spacesuits, "Any contact from Thane?"

Not that they'd see it coming. This place would be the next thing to a safe haven, for him-- it was only because she supposed the Capitol had infrared that it could be assumed that even they could find him in among the shadows.
gunshiptotheface: (a what now?)

[personal profile] gunshiptotheface 2014-12-22 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd hope that blue would be fitting for me," he replied, amused before getting back to the business at hand. "No, I made a run for one of the airlocks, didn't have time to check for him in the chaos."

Against the vacuum of space, without mag boots, he was fairly certain that ignoring the cornucopia in favour of getting inside was his best option for survival. He didn't want to be one of the people out there choking on vacuum in a little while.

"Knowing Thane, he'll find us." Since with all of the shadows and dark corners, if Thane didn't want to be found, then he certainly wouldn't. "So, biotics are back, guess they want this to be a blood bath. Too bad I'm still lacking any kind of rifle."
earthborn: (where she has taken no precautions)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-12-23 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah same, here. I've been spaced before, and I would just like to say, it is not my favorite way to die."

Damned pity, for everyone else though. If Shepard knew someone like Thane Krios was out to get her, there wouldn't be a bunker deep enough or a location remote enough for comfort. Although, and it brought a smile to her face to remember it, the same could be said of Archangel.

"Regardless, at least that's one assassin we don't have to panic about."