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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.

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


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.



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from_a_distance: (on the floor)

Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-03-18 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Clint was focused on Eliot's arm and missed the knee coming toward him until it was too late to block it. He managed to twist enough to lessen the impact a little, but it still connected.

"Jesus fuck!" he groaned, doubling up a little.
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Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] retrieverchef 2013-03-18 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot rolled away from Clint, taking advantage of his momentary distraction. He grabbed the bag and forced himself to his feet.
from_a_distance: (crouching)

Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-03-18 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Clint rolled to his feet to leap after Eliot, not willing to let it go so easily.
retrieverchef: worried (Default)

Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] retrieverchef 2013-03-19 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot glared at the other man. "You really want it to come to this now?"
from_a_distance: (brick wall)

Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-03-19 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Clint was bruised and bloody but not likely to back down just yet. "Haven't even started," he said, his voice a little strained as he went in for a tackle.
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Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] retrieverchef 2013-03-20 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Eliot twisted so he'd land on top. He pressed an arm across Clint's throat.
from_a_distance: (knife fight)

Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-03-21 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Clint instinctively shoved his hand up, aiming the ball of his hand for Eliot's nose.
retrieverchef: worried (Default)

Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] retrieverchef 2013-03-21 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Eliot turned his head so the strike hit his cheek instead. He moved with the hit, letting the momentum carry him backward until he was resting on his heels. Then he stood and started running.
from_a_distance: (hawkeye shades)

Re: Eliot (open)

[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-03-22 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Clint leapt up to follow him, but one of the other tributes got in his way, and by the time, he got around the guy, Eliot was long gone.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, and then turned in the other direction and ran to find shelter.