The Gamemakers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gamemakers) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.))
no subject
Unless all of them had been feeling what he felt now, their powers plugged and dwindling like a bent garden hose. He glanced at Star again, whose face still glowered mutinously, an expression which might've been nostalgic to anyone who didn't know him as well as Rictor did. Looking pissed wasn't new for Star, but usually his eyes burned with focus and determination too. Right now he seemed... preoccupied.
I should tell him, Rictor thought, but in the very next second decided against, and not without a little guilt. Star would hate that Rictor's powers had been... taken away again... and hate even more that Rictor was hiding the fact from him, but it wasn't as if Star could do anything to change that. The last thing either of them needed right now was some pointless heart-to-heart.
Okay, the last thing Rictor needed. What Star probably thought he needed was to kill somebody, and Rictor would rather avoid that. For now.
"If any of 'em are here, they can take care of themselves. I wouldn't worry." It occurred to him then that maybe it really was just the two of them, that maybe if this was Arcade again then it was another weird vendetta against Rictor or some kind of Mojoworld deal. Again. He realized, stupidly, that if he'd thought of this, then Shatterstar already had. "Star... we'll get out of this, okay? This time I've got your back."
no subject
He would have preferred it if Rictor were on the outside again, fighting to get to him with the rest of X-Factor at his back. However, it was foolish to think that Rictor didn't have his own history with Arcade and Mojoworld. Even if it was arguably Shatterstar who had led to all of it, there was too much history to separate Rictor from this grudge. He shouldn't dishonor him by denying the part he had played in his own past, in Star's past (and his present).
And besides... Rictor's hand in his brought him back down. His heart rate slowed a little, his vision regained its clarity. The threat of battle was near, but not imminent. He nodded in solemn agreement with Rictor's promises.
"You have always had my back, Julio. And I yours."
no subject
Freedom. The terrible irony of it threatened to make him laugh, but he quashed the urge. Something about Star's grip on his hand stopped him from letting go just yet. "Yeah. You have," Rictor murmured. He appreciated the sentiment, but had to admit that even having his powers weirdly muted was more useful than being locked in a room full of nitroglycerin balloons. Fuckin' Arcade. Rictor was going to make sure that sadist died this time.
"C'mon." He tugged on Star's hand, and let those few inches of distance come between them again when he felt Star's pace quicken to match his. If they were right about them all being on camera... about them being here for the Capitol's entertainment... then Rictor sure as hell wasn't giving up any of this to voyeuristic strangers. "I'm guessing there's no swords shoved up your sleeves, which means we gotta find some protection. There's a shooting range in Frontierland."
no subject
He followed Rictor's lead, but let his eyes wander as they moved. Half of the time he was looking for potential threats, but the rest was spent spying and identifying monuments. There was still some romance to the rotting silhouettes, but they'd lost any welcoming charm. Star could remember clearly the images in commercials, which made the contrast all the more threatening.
"This is Disneyland," he stated. He knew it was obvious, but needed confirmation to continue. "But last I knew, there was much more stringent upkeep."
The where was easily answered, so it looked as though when was going to be the more pressing concern. Shatterstar hoped that Layla had something up her sleeve, otherwise it might be a long time before he and Rictor found their way home.