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thearena2013-03-16 04:55 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-03-16 04:55 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 06,
- cassandra marko,
- clint barton,
- harley quinn,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ adel-makim-zalur,
- ✘ alpha,
- ✘ anna morasca,
- ✘ asha greyjoy,
- ✘ atticus bell,
- ✘ barbara gordon,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ bruce wayne,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ daniel jackson,
- ✘ diana prince,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. grey,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ draco malfoy,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ gaius,
- ✘ gavroche,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ javert,
- ✘ jim kirk,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ karis needleteeth,
- ✘ katurian katurian,
- ✘ lady,
- ✘ little rock,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ morrigan,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rictor,
- ✘ shatterstar,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ sokka,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ tohru adachi,
- ✘ topher brink
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.
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.
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.
Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.
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.))
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.
19 - 18 - 17
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.
12 - 11
Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.
3
2
1
2
1
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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Fine. Knife would have to wait.
He had known, going into this, that he had to take the man - the monster - down. He'd seen him within the arena and out of it and had figured that if Morrigan sometimes had her powers when in the arena, that the same must apply to Wesker. And he simply risk allowing him to grow that impossibly strong again if anything was to work, if they were going to be able to get out of here alive--
So, with something like a primal roar he launched himself at Wesker.
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He didn't have the strength here to toss the other man as he had before, so he turned instead to training and ease of movement. Using, Maximus' own weight against him. He rolled back, letting Maximus' momentum carry them to the ground. He wedged a boot between them, pushed against the Roman's hip, and let the same momentum flip them over, Wesker coming up on top, his fist already raised, fingers curled, and swinging toward Maximus' face.
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The first connected, rattling his brain inside his skull but without breaking anything. Before the second blow could land, straight up went the arm, protecting his face and taking the blow. He was not going to stay here. He grunted as he shifted, viciously, squirming under Wesker until he could untrap his knee and wedge it between the two of them and push.
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But the knee pushed hard, the pressure, the force, building. Leverage once his alley, was now on Maximus' side.
Suddenly, he was the one flipping, heels over head, grunting in pain as that knees lid and struck low against his ribs. His vision running red and black as the soft crack of breaking bone echoed in his ears and the hard ground slapped against his back and hips.
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Anything to stop him, anything to get him to lie still...
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He grabbed Maximus as the man leaned over him, fingers of one hand winding in the short dark hair, the others fisting in the orange shirt. One might have expected him to push, to throw Maximus off, but Wesker pulled, dragging the gladitor closer as his teeth bared and something in his throat moved.
Moved... too slowly! There wasn't enough time, he couldn't free the mandible, and when Maximus was finally close enough, Wesker had no choice but to use his human teeth instead.
There would be no infection, no guarantee that the man would meet his end once they parted aways, but pain was pain and if it enabled Wesker to escape, he'd take it.
Strong white teeth sank into Maximus' flesh, biting and tearing.
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His nose flared, his lip curled in a snarl... and Maximus' ear disappeared into his mouth, muscles in his jaw bunching and flexing as he chewed.
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With a snarl he reached up, touched the blood on his neck and brought it to his lips, before spitting it at Wesker.
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Next time, they would settle this.
He took a step back, then another, then pointedly turned his back and disappeared into the wild scrum surrounding the Cornucopia.
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