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The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-03-16 04:55 pm

Arena 06 - Happy

The last few hours before the Arena have a strangely stifled quality, as if half the people they interact with are trying very hard not to laugh. Maybe it's the costumes, the fancy gowns and velvet tunics, the short capes. Or maybe it's their destination.

The round courtyard to which the tubes bring them could not be more different from the last arena. Though outside the circle of pedestals, disrepair and neglect has taken over the roads and buildings, the garden inside the circle could not be more perfectly sculpted. Every hedge is a smooth, rounded shape. Flowers bloom brightly in concentric circles of insane color. The Cornucopia sits gleaming and golden, and just in front of its mouth, a bronze statue of a man and a mouse stands amid the heap of supplies.

20, shouts the voice from the sky.

Aside from it, there is a hush. No flies in the flowers, no wind in the trees. It is a cool day, with the comfortable chill of early spring and noon's short shadows.

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Outside the circle, behind the tributes on the northern side, a castle looms. Through its wide gate, devastation everywhere, but it, itself, is shining clean, glowing pink and blue. Opaque windows look down from the heights of it, as uncaring as every hidden camera the veterans know is there.

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Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.


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And with the final note, the gong rang out, and a firework shot into the sky from the castle's peak, bright enough to burst redly across the sky above them all. Let the Games begin.



((OOC NOTES: IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS POWERS THE CAPITOL HAS NERFED, make sure you are on this list.

And everyone really should review the arena post. Because there's a little more to play with than you might think.

And please remember to add your character's tag to each post they're in.))
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Punchy was feeling like a rockstar until they put him in this ridiculous get-up. Now, rather than focusing on the imminent-death aspect of the Games, he's mostly worried about what on earth he could possibly do to make these threads look less wack. He shifts a bit uncomfortably in the tube, looking around for the camera. The microphones in this place must be incredible. He wonders what kind of setup they have, to have a big arena where they can supposedly hear everything. It's exciting, honestly.

Well, the whole thing is exciting, tell the truth. Punchy is amped. Stoked. Pumped. Ready to lay some boss smackdown on all them other bizzles and emerge as a victorious champion. Ready for ladies to fall all over him and ready for his ego to go from a modest twelve (on a scale of one to ten) to a forty-six. He bounces a bit on his heels in the tube. He tucks his hand puppet, strangely nude, into his coat. He already figured out when he was being scored that Judy doesn't work here, so he might as well just keep the little doll as a memento of his sister - why he's doing this, after all. When they get up to the pedestals, he looks around at all the tense homies around him, and he beatboxes a bit to the beat of the countdown.

He's riding an adrenalin high up until the fighting breaks out. Up until he sees that people aren't playing fair, they're going for eyes and broken necks. Up until it sinks in fast, way too fast, that Tributes here are seriously not playing, but trying to kill each other, like brute animals and not like people at all.

It's automatic. Punchy jumps off the pedestals and goes barreling into the middle of the fray, trying to pull people off each other, trying to keep them from killing. "Stop, stop it, knock it off!" To an outsider it might look like he's contributing to the violence, but instead he's reacting on his deepest, most base impulse: he has to be the hero.

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gruesome: (Grue - silhouette)

Heading through the Castle towards Fantasyland. (Would love a scuffle)

[personal profile] gruesome 2013-03-17 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Looking around desperately as the count-down went on, Some was too far away from any of his own District. The sunlight wasn't hot, but it was bright, and his eyes were already watering. He twisted, searching, and spotted the huge shape of the castle behind him, the shadows under it. The music jarred him, and once the gong rang, he stood still for a moment, afraid of what new might come next. But it wasn't a glacier, and they weren't at sea. He lunged off his pedestal, dropping to all eight despite the restrictive light-green costume, and raced for shade.
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lessthanelementary: (Default)

possible brief scuffle at the castle cool with you? :D

[personal profile] lessthanelementary 2013-03-17 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Neffa slowed from a flat sprint to a trot the instant he hit the bridge to the castle, as though at some invisible signal. Every breath hurt, and adrenaline and fear had his ears ringing almost loud enough to drown out his pounding heart - but so far as he could tell, he was alone for the moment. Not safe, but alone.

The shadows. That was a safer place to be. He could catch his breath there, sort through the cans wrapped in their cape-bundle and find out what the hell the gods had seen fit to answer his prayers with, whether they were weapons or food or something else (he'd been told there would be food at the Cornucopia, but the little metal cylinders neither looked nor smelled like anything edible to him). He threw a glance over his shoulder, confirmed that there was no one behind him to see him slip out of the sunlight, and moved into the shade of the great broken door.

Immediately, he put his back to a wall, shut his eyes, and tried to reclaim his breathing. He'd sprinted clear from the Cornucopia almost without stopping - odds were, no one had made it here ahead of him, right--?

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Gavroche | Open | Heading: Tomorrowland

[personal profile] petitgamin 2013-03-17 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't know what the hell it is he's wearing. It seems like something the toffs where but he sure as aen't known no toffs wear anything like it before. He likes the green though; the green is nice. He sees the big pile of things in the middle and decides, tempting as it is, to avoid. Run and find a hidin' place first, then get the survival going later. So he runs. Better run for cover, little pup, to get the chance to grow up.
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Re: Gavroche | Open | Heading: Tomorrowland

[personal profile] captjtkirk 2013-03-17 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He totally wanted it stated for the record this was in NO WAY his fault. He didn't anger anyone. Didn't piss off any cosmic gods or accidentally blow up a planet. This was completely not his fault and he was going to argue that right down until the second he died.

At least he was going down in a pair of awesome boots and a cape. Hey, guy could ask for worse things than a built in blanket and all-terrain footwear, Jim wasn't really willing to look over gifts like that. He wasn't even really mad anymore. Just annoyed and a little bit sad that this sort of thing could happen.

Not surprised. Just sad.

Then he looked up from where he was standing and waiting and for a second felt all that anger and rage from the moment he'd arrive rushing back. Fucking kids. They took kids and threw them into this mess with a bunch of adults who had just as much to lose as anyone and wouldn't think twice about offing a kid if it meant staying alive just a few seconds longer.

Hell, Jim couldn't even really BLAME them.

So the second the countdown ended, he bolted, straight toward the nearest kid, not even sparing a glance at the pile of weapons and food and things that would probably save his life if he'd stopped to scope it out, but one thing at a time. A crumbling down place like this? A brick would be just as effective a weapon, or a twisted metal pole.

"Hey, kid!"
makeflowersgrow: (happy)

OPEN - heading towards the Castle and Fantasyland

[personal profile] makeflowersgrow 2013-03-17 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
For once, Eponine wasn't fussed about the way she was dressed. Actually, with her hair prettily styled and the top of the dress nice and tight, showing off her slim figure, Eponine had never felt more like a princess. And the cosmetic surgery that Valeria had put her through, the yellow eyes, the sharpened nails and teeth, only helped to ease her anxiety. Valeria said it was beautiful.

Her mouth fell open as she looked around the arena. What WAS this place? It was beautiful. And was that a CASTLE?

She barely noticed the cornucopia, but the firework startled her into moving, and she drifted immediately towards the castle, paying no heed to the violence.

How lovely, at last. A princess in a castle.
splendid_roman: (Isn't he a splendid looking Roman?)

Re: OPEN - heading towards the Castle and Fantasyland

[personal profile] splendid_roman 2013-03-17 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ian was heading away from anyone who looked dangerous. He didn't recognise Eponine at first, except that she was dressed in orange, the same as him, and realised who she must be and caught up with her. "Are you all right?" She looked uninjured so far.

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Sokka | Open | Heading towards Frontierland

[personal profile] originalgaangster 2013-03-17 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka had seen the fantastic Cornucopia with all of its tempting supplies and had immediately decided against rushing in there. Everyone else might be trying to grab some gear too, and that would mean far more danger. So he took the time instead to gawk at the surrounding landscape. not what he'd expected. This place must have been beautiful once, though the statue is kind of weird and the proportions of some of the buildings seem so strange.

Aside from his ridiculous outfit, though, he feels fairly confident, and he needs raw materials to start making something he can defend himself with. As the free-for-all at the Cornucopia begins, he heads away, sprinting off along the worn-down pathways.
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[personal profile] littlebitrockandroll 2013-03-17 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He may very well hear the rustling of a small (and overly dressed up) person sprinting along several yards behind him, now that she's given up trying to actually get any goods. Stealth isn't exactly an option in a big puffy dress, so while she isn't ready to start demanding attention from people, she figures what the hell. Not like there was any direction free of other people just yet. May as well run after one of the younger looking (and unarmed) people. Probably easier to get away from him, if things went bad.

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anna morasca | ota | heading towards tomorrowland

[personal profile] itswhoyouare 2013-03-17 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
First, she gets shoved into a ridiculously impractical aqua-colored dress like she's freaking Cinderella herself, and then on the ride to the surface she realizes that she's been thrown into a post-apocalyptic Disney Land. Great. She vaguely remembers the trip to Disney World she took when she first came to the states, but this is just... wrong. On so many levels.

One look at Eliot on his pedestal is enough to make her feel less ridiculous - at least she's not bright orange like a hunter in the woods, sticking out like a sore thumb. Having been taken out so easily last arena during the Cornucopia bloodbath, she decides not to go for any supplies.

3...2...1... BOOM.

While the other Tributes are bolting off of their pedestals in the usual flurry of fear and determination, Anna steps off casually and keeps watch vigilantly for Eliot, Parker, Howard, and Donatello. It's not until she nearly gets her head taken off in the fray that she decides to make a run for it - towards Tomorrowland with Space Mountain in mind for cover.

She'll have to regroup and hope that Eliot and Parker can find her.
nunpunching: (Checkin' up on some shawty.)

Re: anna morasca | ota | heading towards tomorrowland

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-03-17 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Punchy gets to Tomorrowland fairly quickly for a guy with only one eye. He's ditched the cape, and his shirt has been reduced to a single sleeve, ties around his face like a horrible pink blood-soaked bandana. It covers the gash in his face where he once had a left eye.

He notices Anna from where he's set up, at the base of Space Mountain. He's not resting so much as reclining, trying to win sponsors by showing off his rock-hard abs (he'd like to think you could grate cheese on them, or perhaps chop vegetables). He sits up when he hears footsteps and peers out as well as he can with one eye.

Why, look at that. It's a hot babe.

Punchy does the totally gentlemanly thing and wolf-whistles at her.

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wantedittobeagame: (I didn't want this.)

Tohru Adachi | OTA | Heading toward Tomorrowland, looping around toward the Castle and Fantasyland

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2013-03-17 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Tohru Adachi officially hated his life.

Seriously, his life had started to suck the moment he got transferred to Inaba, but he had found some good in the massive piles of shit he found himself surrounded by. Here, though? There was nothing good about this world, at least not that he had seen so far. Rich highbrow snob sending innocent people off to die for pure entertainment... and now on top of it, he was being forced to wear what had to be the most ridiculous outfit he'd ever seen in his life. Seriously, he was half tempted to let himself get killed off when he arrived at the place, just so he wouldn't have to wear this stupid get up anymore, but that would have been counterproductive... and really, he was in no rush to die.

Once the gong rang, he was shooting off his platform as fast as his legs could carry him. He wasn't going to bother with the Cornucopia -- the brief moment he had to look at what was available, nothing looked like it was worth getting himself killed over. He needed to get up high, or at least get somewhere where he could observe where he was at, who he was with, and then figure things out from there. At the very least, he had an idea of where he was; he remembered seeing pictures of a similar statue in advertisements for Tokyo Disney Sea. He doubted he'd find any awesome water and light shows in this twisted as hell place.

He headed toward the west, ducking down behind a building at the first opportunity and waiting for the sounds of fighting to stop, before he'd even attempt to loop around toward the Castle. The Castle would probably give him the best view if he could get to the top of it; and who knew, maybe there was still foodstuffs inside as well.

A sigh escaped from him as stayed down there, wishing he had his glasses on him. Unfortunately, Teddie had been still fixing them, and he didn't even arrive in this place with them. They wouldn't do him any good in this place anyway, but it'd be comforting to have something from home.
nunpunching: (What up wit dat.)

Re: Tohru Adachi | OTA | Heading toward Tomorrowland, looping around toward the Castle and Fantasyla

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Punchy's heading towards the sound of music. Granted, it's not the dope beats that he's been hoping for, but it at least means that there's speakers out here. As such, he's moving towards Tomorrowland as fast as he can.

His cape has been discarded, as has his top, although he tore a sleeve off and has it around his head in a sort of crude bandana. Blood's soaked through the pink fabric and is dripping down to cake his neck, but it at least hides the hole in the left side of his face where his eye was. He's got a few cuts and scrapes elsewhere on his body, but he doubts it'll make much difference in terms of how attractive he'll be to the cameras. He knows he has an amazing body, and if sex appeal is a thing that appeals to the viewers, he'll give them at least a few shots of really ripped pasty white boy.

Granted, soon enough he's getting a sunburn. Son of a...

He hears someone a bit ahead of him, and continuing to put his faith in humanity a little when he calls ahead. "Yo, anyone up there? I could use some homies up in this shit..."

But even if he has a fundamental faith in humanity, he still rolls his eye heavenwards and issues a little prayer to God that this doesn't backfire.

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STARTING POSTION - KLAINE (Kurt and Blaine closed thread for right now please!)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2013-03-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine was more prepared for the Arena this time. He was put into the tube with some training and knowledge but that didn't make him feel any less terrified. He was going to die again. There was no way he could survive the entire Arena. He was weak and useless when it came to fights. He thought that training with Atticus and going to lessons with Sandy had made him ready for this, but as he rose he realized he wasn't. He wasn't ready.

Oh god, he was going to die.

The outfit he wore did little to change this fear. He didn't have time really to take in the fact that he was in some messed up version of Disneyland of all places. He was more concerned with looking around the circle of Tributes. His gaze went from face to face to place where everyone was. His original plan had been to find Diana and stick with her but then there was another face that his he saw that make him feel as if he's been punched in the gut.

It took everything in him to stay still as the countdown finished.

It's the face that was always on his mind, in his dreams, the face he's built all of his hope for the future around. Kurt. How could they bring Kurt here?

He wanted to cry out or scream or anything. Instead he waited and the moment that the countdown finished he took off. Not towards the Cornucopia with all of its tempting supplies, but towards the only thing that gave his life any real meaning.

When he reached Kurt he grabbed for his arm. "Come with me," he said with some urgency, planning to pull Kurt as far away from the chaos and blood shed as possible.

They could find Diana after. Kurt was his first priority from this second on.
showbizpanache: (He threatened to kill me.)

[personal profile] showbizpanache 2013-03-17 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Kurt's mind was going places it had never gone before. He'd had many moments in life that had caused him to grow up quickly-- His mother's death was the most obvious example, and then the bullying had happened and he'd learned what it was like to fear for his life. Despite this, he'd never been placed in full survival mode before. Since arriving in this place--he still couldn't remember the name of it--he'd gone through terror and denial and anger and every possible emotion that could be wrung out of him. It had been all about those emotions for a long time, but now they were completely absent.

He was numb.

Somehow he'd started formulating a strategy, playing things out in his mind in a straightforward sort of way that didn't account for any violence-- That wasn't how his brain was equipped to work. He'd ignore the weapons; he didn't want to touch one of those. Food or something--supplies. That's what he would go for. All right. It'll be like a race, right? I'll just run as fast as I can--

Then it started, and he froze completely, and any kind of rational thought bled right out of his mind and splattered on the floor.

People were dying. No-- People were killing each other. He'd never seen that before. His body locked in place where he stood, just staring, when a hand suddenly darted out and seized him by the upper arm.

He shrieked and tried to pull away, suddenly hysterical. "Let go of me!" he screamed. "Let go--"

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Sigma Klim [Open]

[personal profile] futilecycle 2013-03-17 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sigma had promised Kyle he would not run for supplies, weapons or otherwise. His first encounter at the Cornucopia had nearly resulted his death - and worse, almost killed Howard, as well.

They wouldn't be pulled in by the Cornucopia's temptations, Sigma had told Kyle. They would run in the opposite direction, seek out a source of water and meet up later, he'd strictly instructed.

His cybernetic eye needed little time to adjust to the light, and as the pedestal broke the surface Sigma's only thought was they had to be fucking kidding.

His eyes locked onto his son, dressed in an equally unfortunate costume. Do not go, he thought, as though he could will the words into Kyle's mind. Kyle had a stubborn streak and he knew his instructions may go unheeded. Run. Go!

And most importantly, Do not follow me.

This, he hadn't had an opportunity to tell him.

3... 2....

Sigma took a breath. They would meet again soon.

One.

At the sound of the gong, Sigma sprang forward, running towards Donatello as quickly as his legs would take him.
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Ian Chesterton - near the Cornucopia (open)

[personal profile] splendid_roman 2013-03-17 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ian took advantage of the countdown to look around. There were a lot of people around and he hesitated for a moment, watching a lot of them run towards the cornucopia. Not wanting to make himself a target he moved away from the entry point and watched. If people were going to fight he wasn't going to get in the middle, but if anyone emerged injured, he might be able to pick them off.
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[personal profile] gladiatorial 2013-03-18 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Star emerged as the combatants began to scatter. Most of them were darting for a package and fleeing into the scenery with bruised bodies and little else. Maybe he should have competed for one of them, but too many of his rivals were... young. No younger than I was, he reminded himself. No one had sat by mercifully and let him win. He would have been insulted if they had. Still, he couldn't bring himself to raise a hand to anyone. Guilt pulled him in both directions. He backed off the scrum, shaking out his hands while unarmed people still wrestled for supplies behind him. What caught his eye instead was a grown man just observing the results. Waiting.

"Not going to dive in?" Star asked, fierce and suspicious. He didn't like the look of anyone who'd just linger on the outside of the action like a vulture. Star was still charged, even though the battle had been anything but. There was no glory in kicking a kid aside for some cans of food.

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Dean Winchester- By the Cornucopia

[personal profile] wheresthepie 2013-03-17 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
This wasn't happening. Dean was not standing on Main Street in Zombie Disneyland. There was no way. He looked around, seeing the outfits of the other tributes, hearing the whimsical music of the theme park, and he just shuttered. This was a whole new level of weird, and an arena Dean had not expected. With the last two arenas he'd been in, this was so different. He looked over to see Cas, hoping he would see him, because if he could stick with him again this time, he'd feel less creeped out. But this time, he wasn't going to go to the cornucopia, instead he was going to make a break for it.
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[personal profile] warrior_become 2013-03-17 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Adel doesn't recognize the place at all as her pedestal meets even ground. It all looks entirely bizarre to her. But she can hear the murmurs of the other tributes, the humans particularly. Murmurs of recognition. Was it a good place, or a bad place? She couldn't tell.

She again decides to forgo the Cornucopia, most of it's items unlikely to benefit her. As soon as the gong rings out, she tears off of her platform towards Fantasyland. She'll worry about getting the ridiculous human clothing that's been placed on her off when she's somewhere safe.
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[open] heading towards the castle and fantasy land for now

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2013-03-17 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The dress they had put her in was a lot heavier than she was used to, she spent the time before they went up in the tubes practicing walking as quietly as she could. So much confused her, whatever they injected in her arm, the tubes, the screens. She kept telling herself it was just another country and for some reason these strange things hadn't been taught to her.

She was beginning to not believe herself though. She tugged at the black sleeves of her dress and looked around the arena, she had found the emptiness as she was sent up. She needed all the alertness she could find.

She told herself she wasn't scared. She saw the castle in the distance, and took in the rest of the ruins wondering what kind of odd place this was. She had been warned that the beginning was a blood bath and she planned to avoid it. She could find things later she was sure, she might be a good killer, and good at hiding but she wasn't that strong and knew she couldn't win a fair fight with most of these adults. She closed her eyes for a brief second, offering a prayer and a dedication to the god of chaos.

The music started, which was just stupid, Pruna took a deep breath and opened her eyes. After the slightest moment of being distracted by the exploding lights in the sky she ran. She ran as fast as she could, cursing the stupid shoes and the stupid heavy dress, once she figured she was far enough away she dodged behind a building and kicked off her shoes savagely. She tied the laces together and slung them round her neck before shoving the socks in her pocket. The shoes were stupid and made running hard, but they might make a decent weapon.

Then she kept going, eyes darting around, sticking to the shadows. Heading towards the castle.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-03-17 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Shadows might not be the place to be..and R apparently wasn't even the most dangerous thing in them, waiting for the Tributes to spread out.

He just happened to be first.

By now he already tried to make several passes at other people and had all the battle scars to show for it. His cape had been torn off his neck, fresh blood was splattered all over his face and tunic with District 4's teal showing through in patches, some new ugly bruises were he got smacked around by his food. The bones in his ankle crunched and ground together as he started to limp away and to the shadows, acting on that dead instinct to go lurk.

Sometimes they say good things come to those who wait. R couldn't remember who even said that, but zombies lived (sorta) by it. Might as well give it a shot.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there, swaying slightly, listening. Could be minutes. Maybe an hour. Probably not an hour. Humans didn't have that kind of stamina. R's head came up at sound approaching: the running foot-steps gave the other Tribute away. Fast. Light. More importantly, close. Good enough for him.

R lurched out of one of the shadows, a tall, skinny shape reaching for the girl - oh. Make that little girl. R compensated by dropping his arms instead of where they'd been originally reaching.

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open; main street

[personal profile] purebred 2013-03-17 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Only minutes in and already Lady was running scared, most everything she'd been instructed in over the past several days quickly forgotten in favor of natural instinct kicking in. She moved awkwardly in her long skirt, complicating her already stilted movements as she trotted away from the commotion at the center of the park and toward the place that looked most promising and most familiar.

Or rather, it would if it wasn't so overgrown and rundown. It was like a nightmare version of her own hometown, but even so, it seemed safer than the unknown out there in the rest of the arena. Down the main street she ran, galloped, stumbling every several feet as she searched for a way into one of those buildings, and maybe for a place to hide.
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Re: open; main street

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"Hey, shawty, you lost?"

Punchy's still looking for the source of the music, but he's starting to get worn down. He's in excellent shape, but he's lost a lot of blood from his missing eye and the gash on his face, and he's been wandering for hours now. The pink strip of fabric he's using as an eyepatch is blood-soaked and disgusting, and starting to smell.

Despite all this, his superhero senses start a-tingling when he sees his favorite comic book trope: a damsel in distress. He isn't sure if Lady's hurt, but the way she's walking and stumbling implies she's at least exhausted to him, and the look of terror on her face tells him she's probably unarmed.

"I can help. I ain't here to hurt no one. Promise."

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Heading down Main Street

[personal profile] drpsychosomatic 2013-03-17 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
John felt more focused than he'd been in a long while. He and Sherlock had planned as well as they could for this, and his nerves hummed with concentrated energy as he was loaded in his tube and left for a few moments alone with his thoughts.

Fall back away from the Cornucopia, find cover, wait for Sherlock.

He pressed his lips together as the tube rose and the bright light revealed both the bizarre surroundings and the other Tributes, all in what seemed to be colour-coded versions of- oh. Oh, but that made sense. Disney Land. Or was it Disney World? He'd never been, and he doubted Sherlock had either, if the lack of popular culture knowledge he'd demonstrated so far was any indicator.

As the countdown began he looked over the other Tributes- scanning them all to try and identify Sherlock- and there he was, in red, staring intently at the cornucopia. Of course he was. Fellow tributes for District 7 were decorated in the same light green as he was, which he supposed would probably be useful later. They'd be able to tell who someone was likely to be from a distance, if they could see them coming.

There were seconds to go. He steadied, took measured breaths, and waited. The second the gong rang out, he ran towards the main street, not looking back.

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Re: Heading down Main Street

[personal profile] greatestdetectiveaward 2013-03-17 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Javert was originally intending to go towards the castle, but even with it standing stark against the skyline, he manages to keep losing track of where he's supposed to be going. He's been wandering for a while now, trying to push past the pain in his shoulder and the splitting headache that could have, possibly, chosen any better time to afflict him. The bite mark, the place where a chunk of him is missing feels hot and tender to the touch, and he suspects an infection, although he can't fathom how it's struck so quickly.

R's red cape, at least, is keeping the worst of the chills away. He wanders through main street, trying to keep the castle directly ahead of him without staying in the middle of the road. The orange outfit he's in makes it hard enough to blend in with anything. He stops when he sees someone else on Main Street. In all likelihood, John's already seen him, although Javert notes from the way John's looking around that he might be waiting for someone. An ally, perhaps.

Javert highly doubts that the cape, which clearly belongs to someone else, and the red smear down the right side of his body will convey that he's a trustworthy person, but if this stranger in green has one ally perhaps he wouldn't mind having a second. So he pauses, one hand clutched over the mangled, bloody mess that is his shoulder, watching John, trying to decide the best way to engage.

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open; pelting toward the castle and Fantasyland; up for team-ups or scuffles

[personal profile] lessthanelementary 2013-03-17 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He hadn't found a way out.

It was the only thought in his head as they dressed him and pressed his cedar rod back into his numb fingers, as they patted his back in farewell, as they mouthed good luck and shoved his stiff-legged form toward the tube, as the countdown began. He'd run out of time. He'd not been able to buy his freedom. He'd sold them careless bravado and gained nothing in return. He hadn't planned this far ahead.

He registered in a blurry, panicked haze the glimmer of the Cornucopia, the strange statue, the perfectly-manicured gardens, the candy castle in the distance; he heard as though from underwater the thick sound of the clock striking the seconds before they released them on each other; he looked around at the other Tributes on their pedestals, tried to imagine murdering any of them and understood, with flat, removed finality, that he was going to die.

Gods, gods, let me buy my life-- What was it they said about atheists and cannonfire? Lady, sell me my life, please, if ever an oath meant anything to you-- But how could he expect gods where there were no spirits, and what did he have to bargain with--?

3 - 2 - 1

The gong sounded, and Neffa ran.

Light rebounded off the Cornucopia, and something in him remembered what they'd told him: "Don't even try." But that was life there, wasn't it, those things were precious because everyone here wanted them, and having something someone else wanted! That was power. He veered, breath already turning ragged, and no, he wasn't touching the bags, there was already a swarm on them, but the pile of silver cans glinting in the sunlight-- what were those?-- he didn't know, but he tore at the cape around his neck one-handed until it detached from the costume and stooped just long enough to snatch at the pile. One, two, three, four, five, damn--! Something clipped the back of his head, hard enough to send stars across his vision, and he didn't know if it was human or not but he staggered to his feet, clutching his burden to his body in both arms, and ran again.

He tore past the Cornucopia, wide-eyed and desperate, ducked a shoulder and bulled some stranger aside, and registered that he was moving toward the bright-colored castle. It occurred to him suddenly that he was alive.

Well, he thought dizzily as he pelted for the bright structure, It's a beginning.
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let me know if you want anything edited!

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2013-03-17 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Howard's aware, even throughout the chaos, even throughout the aborted attempt to grab a bag for himself, even through getting his lip split open by some shaggy-headed nerd with a weasel-face, of where the cans of food are. They're his backup plan for if getting a bag doesn't work.

When he leaves the scuffle with Topher, he runs over to where the cans are, and notices that someone's already beat him to them. He scrambles, grabs a piece of cement off the ground, and throws it with uncoordinated aim and weak arms at the culprit, managing to skim Neffa on the back of the head. The thief - that's what Howard's thinking already, as if those cans were his and as if this weren't a free-for-all - doesn't even look, and instead runs away, as fast as he can.

Well, Howard can run too. He is, in fact, very good at it, and even with each deep breath pulling the smell of his own blood into his mouth he keeps up with Neffa. He has no intent to just catch him, however. Neffa's bigger than him, and Howard has no experience with hand-to-hand combat. He intends only to keep Neffa in sight.

So throughout the hour, Howard follows where Neffa goes, staying out of sight, ducking behind things and sprinting from shadow to shadow. It's only when exhaustion sinks in that he starts to get careless, starts to not crouch deep enough in the shadows, starts to take risks with when he's moving from niche to niche, and starts to broadcast his position to Neffa any time the salesman turns his head.

looks good to me!

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[personal profile] big_badass_hero 2013-03-17 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The timer worked it's way down. Chris glanced around.

No fucking way... He knew the place, it was in ruin, but still there were enough of the iconic buildings to know the place.

10...
9...
8...

While the bags were tempting Chris had other plans, he looked at the other tributes trying to stay calm and focused.

7...
6...
5...

The plan was simple enough, any of the kids he saw on his way he'd help out for now. Even unarmed he was sure he could handle the adults.

4...
3..
2...
1...

And he was off, instead of heading into the mess, he was headed down main away from the mess. Chris took note of the buildings, he wasn't going to try them yet, wait until main cleared. Coming to the tracks he turned heading into Tomorrowland, eyes scouting for a good place to wait a bit.
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[ Open ] Heading into Adventureland

[personal profile] casa_gabriel 2013-03-17 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
After not getting the bag he'd gone for at the Cornucopia, Gabriel wasn't going to stick around to see what advantages some of the others might now have over him. He took off running towards the castle, but then he noticed how many other people were already ahead of him. He broke of sharply to the left, heading towards Adventureland. He was going to Indiana Jones this shit.

Gabriel had one advantage, at least. He fucking loved Disneyland and if this place was accurate, he already knew the lay of the land. First, he was going to get himself someplace secure, then he would figure out a game-plan and start to look for Lindsey or Castiel and Dean. He trusted the latter two more, because he could tell that Lindsey was better at playing this sort of game than either of them, but that didn't mean he thought Lindsey would kill him right off. It was beneficial for them to stick together at least until competition thinned out.
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[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-03-17 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She hefted her spoils to assess the weight, content with what she grabbed for now. The others were fighting over what little was there all around her, but she had seen enough when stumbling over it: bags and black containers, nothing large enough for weapons. That was her goal, now, in this strange arena-- find a weapon, and she could let the others run off with whatever prizes they wished. Since it was all the same to her, she might as well also find water.

She headed west, based mainly on the fact that fewer people were headed that way-- if there was nothing to be found in that direction, at least she'd be less bloodied from fighting. First step, though, was to secure her supplies-- and take care of this dress. She tied the cans up with her sad excuse for a cloak, then inspected the rip in the dress. Well, that was a good enough spot as any; she tore a good foot or so off, wrapping the excess fabric in her pack.

When she looked up, it was to see someone running in this direction. She glanced around to take in her surroundings for a makeshift weapon, finding nothing but what she had brought with her... but the pack was heavy enough that she could swing it if she had to, if it would hold. She hefted it cockily like she was sure it would, hopefully enough to chase off anyone without a weapon of their own, and smiled threateningly at the stranger.

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[open] On the way to Adventureland

[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-03-17 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Clint hadn't ended up with the bag he was going for, and as soon as that scuffle was over, he got the hell away from the Cornucopia. He could find something else to use for a weapon and figure out a source of clean water once he got away from that madness.

He didn't really have any idea about how Disneyland was laid out--he hadn't had that sort of childhood--but he picked a likely looking direction and took off running.
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[open] Going for Cinderella's Castle

[personal profile] kind_of_a_nerd 2013-03-18 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Atticus wasn't ready for this. He most definitely was not at all even a little bit ready to be thrown back into an arena. He thought about that all the way up his little tube. He was still thinking it as he emerged into the sunshine.

He stopped thinking it when he saw Walt Disney.

This was...

He was even less ready for this.

During the countdown, though, he managed to pull himself together enough to realize that he might have a little bit of an advantage here. He knew Disneyland. He could find his way around, at least.

When the gong sounded, rather than jumping into the fray at the Cornucopia, he took off running toward the castle, hoping he could find a good hiding place in one of the rides in Fantasyland.
needsaprince: (PLEASE OH GAWD D:)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2013-03-23 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Lottie was shocked at the big, beautiful castle.

But she needed to find Riddick. And Don. And not go for that beauty.

Except as soon as the gong sounded, she knew she wouldn't be finding them. She hadn't even picked them out yet, and trying to hesitate now...it would end her.

And then she saw Blaine! And the brief joy lasted long enough for her to run straight at him, before her brain kicked in that no, that was not actually Blaine at all.

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Rictor | ota | eventually heading to Adventureland

[personal profile] vibracion 2013-03-18 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
This wasn't, Rictor had to conclude, the weirdest or most traumatizing thing to ever happen to him, nor was it the most infuriating. Most confusing, maybe. Yeah, okay. As he stared at the manicured courtyard, the dissonant ruins beyond, the statue sitting in front of the giant gold cornucopia, he decided "most confusing" was a safe prize to grant.

"What the hell?" Rictor's voice was lost in the countdown which came from nowhere, rattling his concentration. He shut his eyes against the sun high overhead, stretching out his consciousness, trying to reach his powers. He could almost feel it, he knew he could feel it. Whatever the hell had happened before, when those soldiers had woken him up and dragged him out here and he couldn't shake them off with his powers, it had to be temporary. This he'd hung onto when they'd spewed this "battle to the death" bullcrap and forced him to wear a ridiculous Halloween reject costume on pain of— well, not death. They'd made it clear enough that if he was going to die, it wouldn't be by their hands. Somehow, it hadn't been comforting.

THREE — TWO — ONE———

Before you could say "Was that the freakin' Disney theme?", the courtyard exploded into action, the unexpected commotion made more ridiculous by the crayon-coloured dresses and capes dashing past Rictor's eyes. He had the grating sense that he was a sitting duck just gawking at everything, but he couldn't yet move past putting his arms up and readying himself for a fight as he took in the scene. No sooner had one reached the first prize scattered around the center that the next prince or princess started grappling with them with no sign of royal courtesy. Others seemed to decide against, dashing around the action and splitting in every direction.

"C'mon, Rictor," he muttered to himself, edging off the platform and picking up speed with every step. (Disneyland. He was in goddamn Disneyland. What was he supposed to do with this?) "Save the freakouts for after you get somewhere safe."
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Re: Rictor | ota | eventually heading to Adventureland

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2013-03-18 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
At some point on his way to Frontierland, Howard notices he's being followed. Not by someone close, and not by anyone he recognizes, but it's upsetting. He picks up his pace and starts staying even closer in the shadows, avoiding any open ground. As he's doing a lot of glancing over his shoulders and looking behind him, he's paying less attention to what's in front of him - which brings his right into Rictor's line of sight, in front of a decrepit-looking ferry that Howard recognizes as some ersatz version of the Jungle Cruise.

He freezes where he is. He's unarmed, and the guy he sees looks fit and older. Howard's a mere ninety pounds and tiny even for a fifteen-year old. The white cape his stylists have outfitted him with goes down past his ankles. He's too afraid to wonder if this person is a friend or foe, so he stays where he is, hoping somehow to blend in with the scenery, knowing that isn't an option.

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Shatterstar | OTA | probably going to get into a fight just for the sake of fighting

[personal profile] gladiatorial 2013-03-18 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Star exhaled, slow and steady. There was no chance of disguising the angry tremors in his arms, but he tried not to let it explode until he had something to do with it. He'd had no words for the men and women who had seen him to his place on the pedestal. He'd considered several times attempting an escape, but they'd accounted for that. Each step moved him closer to the inevitable. The roar of an audience, the flashing lights, they were all just a heartbeat away. The small elevator they'd stuffed him in was dark, but it was as though Mojoworld was crammed in there with him. No room to move, no room to breathe.

None of them knew what they were going to be unleashing.

He'd tear it all down, and probably find a familiar face at the center of it. Shatterstar would finally end this. What was the point of trying to move forward if he was always one step away from being dragged back? Mojo still believed that he had Star on a leash because he did, even if he kept running away. Things were so comfortable that he often forgot that he was still within such easy reach of his enemies. And if they could get him, then they could get his friends too.

Above him, the seal cracked, and as light poured in Shatterstar imagined his loathing spilling out. The sunlight washed over him, and he was glowing gold and orange against the dusty, overgrown landscape. There was no visible audience, but he cast a challenging grimace at his surroundings anyway, which were undoubtably full of eyes.

Then the music started up, and his fury was tainted by a dawning confusion. Memories of fairytales and princesses popped up, and the costume they'd put him in suddenly made a lot more sense. The theme didn't stop there, either. He'd never been a personal visitor, but he knew what the castle in the distance was.

I'd always wanted to visit, he thought with no shortness of disappointment. Someone had done a number on the Magic Kingdom, though. Star felt kind of robbed.

The music stopped, the countdown concluded, and everyone rushed toward the prizes at the center. Star surged forward with the crowd. In a game where death is just one of the rules, you had to play, you had to win to escape. It was a hideous trap. There was nothing gained in refusing, and no traction without giving the audience what they wanted. Those who loved the game and those who hated it became nearly identical when the cameras came on, otherwise your appearance on screen was going to be short-lived.
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vibracion: (and came from the rocks)

jumping in after star starts shit with some people

[personal profile] vibracion 2013-03-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He should've been long gone. If he was smart, he would be long gone from this scene, but Rictor was fairly certain that his actions of late cemented "Rictor is kind of an idiot" as fact. The fighting had started petering out by the time he re-entered the courtyard, with smears of blood and heavy indents in the manicured grass to show where the worst of it had been.

This evil clone version of Disneyland was too damn big and too unknown for him to take his chances out there. While he certainly wanted to survive, Rictor wanted answers more, and he'd take the risk if it meant finding someone or something which would tell him why he was here. ("Battle to the death for the honour of the Capitol" wasn't going to cut it.) Also, if he got something to hit people with, all the better.

These had been Rictor's reasons, decided recklessly in the three seconds it took to throw himself back into danger, but they were forgotten in the instant he spotted a man in the middle of the action, dashing and spinning like an orange wildfire bent on razing whatever remained.

"...Star? Oh, shit," Rictor cursed, and re-aimed himself for the Cornucopia. "Shatterstar!"

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Callista | OTA | Tomorrowland

[personal profile] morethathityou 2013-03-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Callista automatically avoided the violence at the Cornucopia. The coppery scent of blood eventually faded as he headed to one direction of the park. She took in her surroundings. Everything seemed so alien to her, but that wasn't an unusual feeling.

Taking her her surroundings she went to where she could see some trees, the citrus scent of the orange trees directing her first. She could use these. She moved to take off her cape to use it as a make shift bag, planning to gather food for the Arena.
polyturtle: (too much ice cream)

Donatello | Stumbling Towards Tomorrowland | OTA

[personal profile] polyturtle 2013-03-19 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
...Well. That did not go anywhere near as well as Don had hoped. He managed to get away, managed to do some damage to Sigma. On the other hand, he had no supplies. Nothing to show for his attempt.

Well, nothing aside from the unbearable, screaming, throbbing pain of where his arm used to be. He really did not win that duel with the older man. No matter what he did to Sigma. With each stumble, he somehow he felt like still had that arm, that it was moving and flailing around and broken and that was why it felt so painful. He knew it wasn't true, but the weight was still there, and now that the adrenaline rush of the fight and flight was wearing off, Don knew he was in big trouble.

It was getting hard to concentrate, even with the turtle somehow managing to turn part of his cape into an a makeshift tourniquet. He was still bleeding from his massive injury, his yellow clothing turning many shades of orange and red. The landscape was tilting and whirling as he looked around, in ways he knew they couldn't shouldn't be. His breath was becoming more labored as well. Don knew he was in danger of going into shock, and that it could happen at any time. Shell, maybe he was in shock now from losing his arm.

He didn't care.

Lottie...I have to find Lottie...
pieceofcake: (Gaius: wow uh what)

Re: Donatello | Stumbling Towards Tomorrowland | OTA

[personal profile] pieceofcake 2013-03-20 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Gaius was no stranger to bizarre sights, but the image of Donatello (a demi-human?) staggering forward, bleeding from the obviously recent loss of an arm and clad in bright yellow nobles' clothing gave him definite pause. Wait, yellow clothing? That meant they were on the same team, right? Sort of?

He managed to stop gaping long enough to lope off after the stranger. "Hey, you in the yellow! Crivens, you're bleeding everywhere. What're you doing walking in that condition?" Stay put, and I'll go find a healer, he almost said, but of course there weren't any around here to find.

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[personal profile] thelastdragonlord 2013-03-23 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Merlin didn’t really know how he should be reacting. It wasn’t everyday that you were forced into such a literal battle to the death. He had barely been able to learn what was going on before he was told to get into a tube before everything started (they didn’t even have the courteously for a grace period before the battle started. What, did they wait until the last minute to kidnap him?).

He managed a quick glance at the supplies before other contestants descended on them. Adults, a few children, a...large turtle, for some reason...all running, either toward the pile, or away, everyone scattered about. It only took a moment to decide what to do.

That gaudy castle looks decent enough.

Completely ignoring the fight that was rapidly breaking out, Merlin ran.
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[personal profile] cherrypie 2013-03-24 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
If had been a long time since she had been here, but she just wanted to get out.

The pain in her side was intense. Intense enough she knew it was something actually wrong, not just something she needed to walk off.

And she didn't get the damn bag.

This was starting things out well. She started towards the Castle too. It was the middle, maybe she could fine some store or something to hide in. Trying to walk normal, to ignore the pain, she moved as quick as possible away from the fighting and towards the castle.

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