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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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[personal profile] purebred 2013-03-20 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"The what?" She was trying very hard to understand, though it seemed to her that maybe his eye injury had also affected his thinking, or at the very least his speech. "I haven't seen any jam. I haven't seen any food at all, actually."
nunpunching: (Checkin' up on some shawty.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-03-20 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Punchy laughs there. "Nah, dawg, a jam, like some beats and vox, not like the food." He tries to wink again, as unsuccessfully as last time. "But you jokin' around is cute."

He gestures at the Main Street. "Where you headin'?"
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[personal profile] purebred 2013-03-20 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Lady stands up straight when he says 'dawg', wondering if he could somehow tell that was who and what she was at her core.

"I was looking for a place to hide," she said softly. "This street reminds me of my home."
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[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-03-20 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Punchy notes the way she stiffens and just assumes she likes the slang. Dawg it is, he thinks.

"Your home's a pretty sweet crib, then, if it's set up like this street." Then he frowns, looking at the rubble and damage. "Unless it's all janky like this place is now. Wonder what happened here."
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[personal profile] purebred 2013-03-20 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"The town is laid out just like this, with pretty little buildings and trees and sidewalks." The perfect post-Victorian community, where no one is poor, where everyone has a nice cozy place to settle into at night. The boards over the windows and the rubble everywhere ruin the image, though. Lady doesn't want to think of her perfect home somehow looking like this. "I've never seen anything like it."
nunpunching: (Herpaderp most ungangsta of faces.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-03-20 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pretty nice 'hood, you ask me. Look, we probably got to get you hid away so don't nobody try and shank you. Peeps is playing this game for serious." He heads up to a door and, when it doesn't open, grins. "Always wanted to do this."

And he kicks the door right in.
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[personal profile] purebred 2013-03-22 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Lady flinched a little as his foot connected with the door, eyes scrunching tightly until she deemed it was safe to peek.

"Do you think there's anyone home?" She asked, gingerly poking her nose into the aftermath of Punchy's kick in an effort to investigate.
nunpunching: (Super-ill spy glasses.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-03-23 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe, dawg. I'll keep you covered." No way is he letting anybody harm a fine lady in his protection. He goes ahead of her, squinting through a bead of sweat that's tracing down his forehead, one hand clenched into a fist.
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[personal profile] purebred 2013-03-25 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Lady followed, hands nervously clutching at her skirt as she stepped through the busted out door and into what appeared to be the remains of a shop. Dust coated everything, a layer of age seemed to have eaten away at everything in the store. She recognized some objects in the room (or the remains of them anyway), though they seemed to be more or less useless in their present state.

She wandered over to a large pot-bellied stove, poking at it curiously.

"This is could be useful, couldn't it?" She turned back to Punchy, wide-eyed. She had no idea how to use a stove, but she'd seen Jim Dear and Darling use one in the past. She associated it with heat, and heat seemed like a valuable commodity in this strange new place.
nunpunching: (Checkin' up on some shawty.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-03-27 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Punchy proceeds to touch just about everything in the store, even picking up a piece of the inedible candy and trying to chew it (it seems to glue his back teeth together, so his next comments are a bit muffled).

"Good thinking, shawty. It'll be getting chilly up in this bizzle soon, probs." Too bad he doesn't know how to start a fire. "You brought any matches or just yo' fine booty?"
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pls forgive the lateness ;;

[personal profile] purebred 2013-04-01 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Lady watched him gnaw on the candy, a look of wonderment and also disgust washing over her. "No, I'm afraid I don't have anything. Were we supposed to bring things with us?"
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

no worries <3

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-01 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"They let me keep my piece," Punchy says, pulling a small cloth and wooden handpuppet from his pants pocket. "Catch."

He tosses it over to her.
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[personal profile] purebred 2013-04-08 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
She caught it, though not without some fumbling. Her nose wrinkles as she stares at it.

"What is this for?"
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-08 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, outside it's so I can punch shit." He gestures with a shrug. "Inside, it's just to hold onto for a little. Seems like a shawty like you could stand some comfort, you know?"
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[personal profile] purebred 2013-04-12 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
She wasn't sure why he would need a puppet to punch things, but the gesture and sentiment were polite, and indeed, they were welcome. Lady smiled, clutching the handpuppet.

"Thank you. Does it have a name?"
nunpunching: (Yeah maybe we don't touch that topic.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-12 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Judy." For a moment, a look of genuine sadness seems to cross Punchy's face. "For my sister."
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[personal profile] purebred 2013-04-13 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Lady recognized that expression and immediately sought to remedy it the best way she knew. With her owners, that would be with a nuzzle, but it seemed improper to do to a strange man, now that she was a woman. So instead, she offered the puppet back to Punchy.

"Do you want to hold her? She could comfort you, too."
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-04-14 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Punchy pauses, as if not sure what to do with being comforted. Then he reaches his hand out. "A'ight, I'll take her back."

He slips the puppet onto his hand. It does make him feel more secure, in a way. "So what's your name?"