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thearena2015-09-28 11:15 am
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2015-09-28 11:15 am
Arena 15: In The Eye Of The Capitol
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.
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.
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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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.
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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"Yer lucky, you'd been a Witch's pincushion if y'all got too close an' spooked her...shortest arena ever."
Clearly El didn't see what happened to Ermac in the Mini-arena.
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"A Witch? We were not aware that any magical abilities were active in this Arena."
He wouldn't put it past the game makers to activate powers only in the creatures meant to attack them.
"Why save us? We are another Tribute."
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The question gets a grinning answer, "Hey, I know those hazards an' it's my duty t' keep survivors safe. Even here!"
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He can't understand the man's logic. This was a competition; why save other competitors? And yet, he can't just kill the man here and now despite how vulnerable he's made himself.
"What's your name?"
There was a way things had to proceed from here. His own sense of duty and formality demanded it.
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"Who're you?"
El was too busy surviving the Mini Arena to notice anyone else.
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He raises an eyebrow.
"A survivor of what?"
A war, possibly?
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"The virus don't affect ev'ryone the same way...it changes some into, well you were gonna meet one." He wondered for a second if the Capitol had the actual Green Flu around their stores and how horrible that could be.
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Vague descriptions only worked so well in survival situations, and they tended to annoy him even under normal circumstances. How could he possibly plan and prepare for anything if he didn't know what to watch for?
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"First Arena?"
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He nods solemnly at Ellis.
"It appears that we are in your debt."
He could, of course, claim that his debt would be repaid by simply not killing Ellis, but that wouldn't be an even trade. The man had not only saved his life, but had willingly offered vital survival advice.
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He doesn't outright say it but the mechanic is fully aware that this Arena is breaking the Districts' backs and soon something will come to a head. What that is, is anyone's guess but it won't be pretty. Best to hold onto any gratitude while he can...Ermac looks like he could be a good ally to have in the Arena.
"Survivin' on your own ain't always the healthiest, best find yerself someone familiar."
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Why did people insist on being ambiguous? Was the man inviting him to be an ally, or just offering more advice?
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Good plan, Ellis. He's headed back to his usual haunts and away from the City side of the Arena.
"Also, before we part ways, try not to get bit by things here. I'm immune t' the Witch but I definitely ain't to the other viruses in this Arena." Especially the licking monsters that make even H.P. Lovecraft think they're creepy. No need to see this guy turn into a mindless zombie too.
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"We will remember this."
With that matter resolved, he turns and walks confidently back into the city. Once he rounds a corner, he puts his ninja training to use and practically vanishes from sight. He'd been spotted once, and he had no interest in gambling with his life like that again.