Arena 15: In The Eye Of The Capitol

[etcircenses]

For the majority of you, this has become a familiar morning routine. Escorts come to pick up their Tributes and Stylists quickly see to setting them up with the bland and thin grey suits, much to most of their dismay. You'll not hear a word said in complaint though. The staff has gotten the threat to them loud and clear. Only the daring will be willing to offer even a mere "good luck". Peacekeepers quickly collect Tributes to send them off into the launch tubes. If you're from the Districts, it may be one of the last things you ever see.

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What everyone rises up to is not much better a sight. It's a war zone out here in every sense. Those native to Panem will recognize the sight before them, having seen it every year in a propaganda tape. The wreckage of District thirteen. The Cornucopia sits at the very center. Offworlders might recognize some of the weapons there, and if not, then they'll certainly be able to spot some familiar scenes far on the outer edges of the arena, perhaps even a beast or two they know well from their worlds.

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It's muddy and damp and there's plenty of wreckage to cut one's self upon no matter where it is Tributes run. The Cornucopia tempts the Tributes in for its bloodbath. Districter and Offworlder alike, there will only be one winner.

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The gong rings out and a voice announces; “The Arena is now open”. The Tributes are free to make their choice; to run or to fight. The Games have begun.

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By the end of the night, one child from each District will have their face shone up into the sky, the first twelve killed at the Cornucopia. Only twelve to go...

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Ruffnut Thorston OTA

[ruffntumblenut]

Ruffnut hits the ground running as soon as the countdown is over, she's got her eye on the Cornucopia and wants to grab as much as she can get away with in case she runs into Hemlock or one of her other allies.

The chaos exploding around her is the usual mix of people who don't want to kill, people who want to kill a lot and people just having short fights over gear. Just as she's reaching for a bag however a scream explodes next to her ear startling her so bad she trips and crashes to the ground rolling.

Eyes wide she spins around looking frantically to see who had been killed but she can't see anyone near where she had been. Another scream and she spins around again braids slapping her face. Still no one.

The item she had been reaching for is gone now, someone had snatched it up so she starts for another pile and throws herself ontop of it even as another scream sends a panic through her and she's swinging a pistol like a club in the direction she thought she heard it in.

Still nothing. Was she finally losing her mind? She wouldn't be surprised except that it took so long.

Realizing what she was holding was not in fact a bludgeoning tool she turned it around and scanned the area. Most of the other items were spoken for. She could stay and fight for more or-

Another scream made the call for her and in a frenzy to escape the maddening shrieks she charged in a random direction with a gun in hand and the rest of her loot under her arm. Look out here she comes!

[inrestlessdreams]

James had made no attempts at the Cornucopia but he's pretty damn sure that the screams and noises were that of children dying in the mess. Sunderland's not looking for a fight but the moment he sees someone with a gun, his instincts go into two choices: risk the damage and take the gun, or high-tail it out of there.

He chooses a variant of the latter, and signal the Tribute to follow him out of there and into the streets. He'd set out to help people in this arena, if to honor a memory.

"Come on!" he called out to Ruffnut before he saw the light flicker away from one of the native children. James has seen a lot of things in Silent Hill but the town had the mercy to never show him that...it tortured him but kept Laura cradled in its' foggy embrace. Panem had no such virtue.