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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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And should either of them look into the eyepiece:
The image inside moved with the quick jerkiness of a very old film, black and white and jumpy, and there was no sound. Instead, there were two children; One a boy no older than thirteen, the other, a girl nearing adulthood. First, they were on a stage, each pictured with an unfamiliar man who grinned and grinned. And then there was a hand-lettered card.
vs
Sandra Hull(4)
It lingered a few moments, and then flashed to a scene of the two both running, side by side, down the street just outside the building the two men had broken into. The castle was obvious in the background. In that same quick jerkiness, the camera pulled back, revealing the sword that the two were racing to get. The girl beat the boy to it by a hands-breadth, and that was enough. One swing, horribly in its silence except for the whirring of the Nickleodeon, was all it took. Sandra had to struggle to free the blade from the dying boy's ribs, and then she ran. The camera didn't follow her. It lingered on Alonzo's scared young face, and then swung away across the blood he'd left sprayed across the bricks before the view went black.
The machinery clicked down to a stop, and the light went out with a pop like a dying bulb.
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As he heard the machine shudder to a stop, he called out, without looking back: "Well? Feel entertained?"
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"Sherlock... I think- I think you might want to take a look at this. I think they've been doing these Games for a lot longer than I thought, and- it's possible they used this Arena before, too."
He didn't mention the sick feeling of revulsion at having just watched a child cut down. It was obvious- and, as Sherlock was keen on reminding him, caring didn't solve cases.
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"I wasn't aware they re-used arenas. We're even less likely to find anything here that wasn't planted. I suggest we move on."
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Not that he was too excited at the prospect of watching old grainy footage of children being slaughtered, of course. He pursed his lips thoughtfully.
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He petulantly leaned down, grabbed a few coins, and dropped them into the next machine.
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It was entirely obvious, though, that they were never going to get food and water this way- not unless one of the films showed the location of a stash that was still useful at least seventy-five years later.
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"Anything given is purely for entertainment. Don't confuse it with help." A small bit of rage broke into his expression as he turned to face John. "They think it's more thrilling to watch a man cut in two by a sword that can't exist than to actually allow anything fair."
The voice was cut glass - sharp, pointed and cold. The heat of the rage was entirely in his eyes, a rage that brewed so far below the surface it usually could not be seen but that the Arena's and their inherent impossibility had been driving into him.
None of that rage came from watching children murder each other. After all, children were merely younger humans - fully capable of the same twisted motives and desperate measures of their older counterparts. Murder was murder no matter the age group. No, the rage was for the twisting of physics, for his own resurrection, for the conceit of bringing John, for the attempt to control him, for the assumption that if pushed hard enough he would become just like everyone else here. Desperate, monstrous, and alone.
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"All right," he said, carefully. "I'm not saying there's anything altruistic going on here, I just mean that it seems like anything planted here is to make watching the games more interesting- and like you said, they want to watch us kill each other. If you think this is all useless, then let's go somewhere else."
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He blinked blearily as he stepped back outside into the light of the main street, checking to see if there was anyone out and about before giving Sherlock the all clear.
"Not that I think any foodstuffs left in a restaurant would be good after all these years. At least you've got more proof of your time-travel theory..."
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"Not time-travel. Divergent evolutionary paths already dismissed that theory," He muttered as he straightened himself out, the red torn cape still wrapped around his arm. "And not Disneyland. DisneyWorld. Similar layout but not identical."
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He glanced over towards the figure of Javert, still sitting in the doorway of the building opposite, but looking a lot more slumped than looked comfortable- and for a moment considered going over to check on him- but there was still nothing he could do for the man until they at least found some water. He nodded in his direction and turned back to the next doorway down the street.
"This one's mine then. Hold on."
He took a deep breath and slammed himself against the weakened boards, half staggering inside as the wood gave way.
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