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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] 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.

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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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[personal profile] didnothing 2015-10-30 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Maglev? Luna stops pulling at her jacket's fabric for a second. That's why her face was familiar, this is the girl reaped for their district - and she's already been hurt badly. That gives them an extra connection, but introductions won't matter if Maglev bleeds to death. Luna abandons trying to tear at her jacket and instead pulls out one of the sleeves instead. It's not much of a bandage or a tourniquet, but she can't take too long in doing anything right now.

"Okay. Maglev, give me your arm." She's close enough to the girl so that she can stretch out one hand holding the arm's cuff, her other on the jacket's main body to create some tension. "Let me try to slow the bleeding first."
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[personal profile] jackiewashere 2015-11-18 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
She's only dimly aware that Luna is trying to tear her jacket. She doesn't quite get to the point of offering to do it for her, which is all the better, considering.

Her arm is held close in her other hand, her body hunched slightly over it and trembling. Each breath is shallow and harsh. She tries extending it but not without a number of little noises that she can't find it in her to stifle. Not even when she bites her lip.

She nods, belatedly, to say okay. She cries out some when her arm is wrapped, head bowing.
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[personal profile] didnothing 2015-11-24 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Each little cry is a tiny stab at Luna's heart, but she focuses on wrapping the jacket arm around the remains of Maglev's arm and pulling it as tight as she can. Even if that can only do so much for the girl, with no other resources it's the best Luna can manage right now. It would be better if they could get her some rest, but that's probably not going to happen right here and now; they need to find somewhere safer and more stable than the desert near the Cornucopia.

She stands up, draping the rest of the jacket up Maglev's arm and over her shoulder before - slowly, to avoid startling her - giving her a light hug with one arm, leaving plenty of room for Maglev to shake it off if she's scared. Luna certainly won't blame her if she is. "I know it hurts. I'm sorry. Please, hang in there." It's an attempt at comfort first and a plea second, but both meanings are clear.