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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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gruesome: (Grue - silhouette)

Heading through the Castle towards Fantasyland. (Would love a scuffle)

[personal profile] gruesome 2013-03-17 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Looking around desperately as the count-down went on, Some was too far away from any of his own District. The sunlight wasn't hot, but it was bright, and his eyes were already watering. He twisted, searching, and spotted the huge shape of the castle behind him, the shadows under it. The music jarred him, and once the gong rang, he stood still for a moment, afraid of what new might come next. But it wasn't a glacier, and they weren't at sea. He lunged off his pedestal, dropping to all eight despite the restrictive light-green costume, and raced for shade.
Edited 2013-03-17 00:29 (UTC)
petitgamin: (Default)

Gavroche | Open | Heading: Tomorrowland

[personal profile] petitgamin 2013-03-17 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't know what the hell it is he's wearing. It seems like something the toffs where but he sure as aen't known no toffs wear anything like it before. He likes the green though; the green is nice. He sees the big pile of things in the middle and decides, tempting as it is, to avoid. Run and find a hidin' place first, then get the survival going later. So he runs. Better run for cover, little pup, to get the chance to grow up.
makeflowersgrow: (happy)

OPEN - heading towards the Castle and Fantasyland

[personal profile] makeflowersgrow 2013-03-17 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
For once, Eponine wasn't fussed about the way she was dressed. Actually, with her hair prettily styled and the top of the dress nice and tight, showing off her slim figure, Eponine had never felt more like a princess. And the cosmetic surgery that Valeria had put her through, the yellow eyes, the sharpened nails and teeth, only helped to ease her anxiety. Valeria said it was beautiful.

Her mouth fell open as she looked around the arena. What WAS this place? It was beautiful. And was that a CASTLE?

She barely noticed the cornucopia, but the firework startled her into moving, and she drifted immediately towards the castle, paying no heed to the violence.

How lovely, at last. A princess in a castle.
originalgaangster: (run run run)

Sokka | Open | Heading towards Frontierland

[personal profile] originalgaangster 2013-03-17 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka had seen the fantastic Cornucopia with all of its tempting supplies and had immediately decided against rushing in there. Everyone else might be trying to grab some gear too, and that would mean far more danger. So he took the time instead to gawk at the surrounding landscape. not what he'd expected. This place must have been beautiful once, though the statue is kind of weird and the proportions of some of the buildings seem so strange.

Aside from his ridiculous outfit, though, he feels fairly confident, and he needs raw materials to start making something he can defend himself with. As the free-for-all at the Cornucopia begins, he heads away, sprinting off along the worn-down pathways.
itswhoyouare: (everybody get out of here now!)

anna morasca | ota | heading towards tomorrowland

[personal profile] itswhoyouare 2013-03-17 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
First, she gets shoved into a ridiculously impractical aqua-colored dress like she's freaking Cinderella herself, and then on the ride to the surface she realizes that she's been thrown into a post-apocalyptic Disney Land. Great. She vaguely remembers the trip to Disney World she took when she first came to the states, but this is just... wrong. On so many levels.

One look at Eliot on his pedestal is enough to make her feel less ridiculous - at least she's not bright orange like a hunter in the woods, sticking out like a sore thumb. Having been taken out so easily last arena during the Cornucopia bloodbath, she decides not to go for any supplies.

3...2...1... BOOM.

While the other Tributes are bolting off of their pedestals in the usual flurry of fear and determination, Anna steps off casually and keeps watch vigilantly for Eliot, Parker, Howard, and Donatello. It's not until she nearly gets her head taken off in the fray that she decides to make a run for it - towards Tomorrowland with Space Mountain in mind for cover.

She'll have to regroup and hope that Eliot and Parker can find her.
wantedittobeagame: (I didn't want this.)

Tohru Adachi | OTA | Heading toward Tomorrowland, looping around toward the Castle and Fantasyland

[personal profile] wantedittobeagame 2013-03-17 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Tohru Adachi officially hated his life.

Seriously, his life had started to suck the moment he got transferred to Inaba, but he had found some good in the massive piles of shit he found himself surrounded by. Here, though? There was nothing good about this world, at least not that he had seen so far. Rich highbrow snob sending innocent people off to die for pure entertainment... and now on top of it, he was being forced to wear what had to be the most ridiculous outfit he'd ever seen in his life. Seriously, he was half tempted to let himself get killed off when he arrived at the place, just so he wouldn't have to wear this stupid get up anymore, but that would have been counterproductive... and really, he was in no rush to die.

Once the gong rang, he was shooting off his platform as fast as his legs could carry him. He wasn't going to bother with the Cornucopia -- the brief moment he had to look at what was available, nothing looked like it was worth getting himself killed over. He needed to get up high, or at least get somewhere where he could observe where he was at, who he was with, and then figure things out from there. At the very least, he had an idea of where he was; he remembered seeing pictures of a similar statue in advertisements for Tokyo Disney Sea. He doubted he'd find any awesome water and light shows in this twisted as hell place.

He headed toward the west, ducking down behind a building at the first opportunity and waiting for the sounds of fighting to stop, before he'd even attempt to loop around toward the Castle. The Castle would probably give him the best view if he could get to the top of it; and who knew, maybe there was still foodstuffs inside as well.

A sigh escaped from him as stayed down there, wishing he had his glasses on him. Unfortunately, Teddie had been still fixing them, and he didn't even arrive in this place with them. They wouldn't do him any good in this place anyway, but it'd be comforting to have something from home.
mediumdrip: (with Kurt; heartbroken)

STARTING POSTION - KLAINE (Kurt and Blaine closed thread for right now please!)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2013-03-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine was more prepared for the Arena this time. He was put into the tube with some training and knowledge but that didn't make him feel any less terrified. He was going to die again. There was no way he could survive the entire Arena. He was weak and useless when it came to fights. He thought that training with Atticus and going to lessons with Sandy had made him ready for this, but as he rose he realized he wasn't. He wasn't ready.

Oh god, he was going to die.

The outfit he wore did little to change this fear. He didn't have time really to take in the fact that he was in some messed up version of Disneyland of all places. He was more concerned with looking around the circle of Tributes. His gaze went from face to face to place where everyone was. His original plan had been to find Diana and stick with her but then there was another face that his he saw that make him feel as if he's been punched in the gut.

It took everything in him to stay still as the countdown finished.

It's the face that was always on his mind, in his dreams, the face he's built all of his hope for the future around. Kurt. How could they bring Kurt here?

He wanted to cry out or scream or anything. Instead he waited and the moment that the countdown finished he took off. Not towards the Cornucopia with all of its tempting supplies, but towards the only thing that gave his life any real meaning.

When he reached Kurt he grabbed for his arm. "Come with me," he said with some urgency, planning to pull Kurt as far away from the chaos and blood shed as possible.

They could find Diana after. Kurt was his first priority from this second on.
futilecycle: (I know it's everybody's sin)

Sigma Klim [Open]

[personal profile] futilecycle 2013-03-17 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sigma had promised Kyle he would not run for supplies, weapons or otherwise. His first encounter at the Cornucopia had nearly resulted his death - and worse, almost killed Howard, as well.

They wouldn't be pulled in by the Cornucopia's temptations, Sigma had told Kyle. They would run in the opposite direction, seek out a source of water and meet up later, he'd strictly instructed.

His cybernetic eye needed little time to adjust to the light, and as the pedestal broke the surface Sigma's only thought was they had to be fucking kidding.

His eyes locked onto his son, dressed in an equally unfortunate costume. Do not go, he thought, as though he could will the words into Kyle's mind. Kyle had a stubborn streak and he knew his instructions may go unheeded. Run. Go!

And most importantly, Do not follow me.

This, he hadn't had an opportunity to tell him.

3... 2....

Sigma took a breath. They would meet again soon.

One.

At the sound of the gong, Sigma sprang forward, running towards Donatello as quickly as his legs would take him.
splendid_roman: (Default)

Ian Chesterton - near the Cornucopia (open)

[personal profile] splendid_roman 2013-03-17 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ian took advantage of the countdown to look around. There were a lot of people around and he hesitated for a moment, watching a lot of them run towards the cornucopia. Not wanting to make himself a target he moved away from the entry point and watched. If people were going to fight he wasn't going to get in the middle, but if anyone emerged injured, he might be able to pick them off.
wheresthepie: (you're kidding)

Dean Winchester- By the Cornucopia

[personal profile] wheresthepie 2013-03-17 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
This wasn't happening. Dean was not standing on Main Street in Zombie Disneyland. There was no way. He looked around, seeing the outfits of the other tributes, hearing the whimsical music of the theme park, and he just shuttered. This was a whole new level of weird, and an arena Dean had not expected. With the last two arenas he'd been in, this was so different. He looked over to see Cas, hoping he would see him, because if he could stick with him again this time, he'd feel less creeped out. But this time, he wasn't going to go to the cornucopia, instead he was going to make a break for it.
warrior_become: (Worry/Panic.)

[personal profile] warrior_become 2013-03-17 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Adel doesn't recognize the place at all as her pedestal meets even ground. It all looks entirely bizarre to her. But she can hear the murmurs of the other tributes, the humans particularly. Murmurs of recognition. Was it a good place, or a bad place? She couldn't tell.

She again decides to forgo the Cornucopia, most of it's items unlikely to benefit her. As soon as the gong rings out, she tears off of her platform towards Fantasyland. She'll worry about getting the ridiculous human clothing that's been placed on her off when she's somewhere safe.
Edited 2013-03-17 13:00 (UTC)
knifewithnoname: (silence)

[open] heading towards the castle and fantasy land for now

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2013-03-17 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The dress they had put her in was a lot heavier than she was used to, she spent the time before they went up in the tubes practicing walking as quietly as she could. So much confused her, whatever they injected in her arm, the tubes, the screens. She kept telling herself it was just another country and for some reason these strange things hadn't been taught to her.

She was beginning to not believe herself though. She tugged at the black sleeves of her dress and looked around the arena, she had found the emptiness as she was sent up. She needed all the alertness she could find.

She told herself she wasn't scared. She saw the castle in the distance, and took in the rest of the ruins wondering what kind of odd place this was. She had been warned that the beginning was a blood bath and she planned to avoid it. She could find things later she was sure, she might be a good killer, and good at hiding but she wasn't that strong and knew she couldn't win a fair fight with most of these adults. She closed her eyes for a brief second, offering a prayer and a dedication to the god of chaos.

The music started, which was just stupid, Pruna took a deep breath and opened her eyes. After the slightest moment of being distracted by the exploding lights in the sky she ran. She ran as fast as she could, cursing the stupid shoes and the stupid heavy dress, once she figured she was far enough away she dodged behind a building and kicked off her shoes savagely. She tied the laces together and slung them round her neck before shoving the socks in her pocket. The shoes were stupid and made running hard, but they might make a decent weapon.

Then she kept going, eyes darting around, sticking to the shadows. Heading towards the castle.
purebred: (pic#5863868)

open; main street

[personal profile] purebred 2013-03-17 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Only minutes in and already Lady was running scared, most everything she'd been instructed in over the past several days quickly forgotten in favor of natural instinct kicking in. She moved awkwardly in her long skirt, complicating her already stilted movements as she trotted away from the commotion at the center of the park and toward the place that looked most promising and most familiar.

Or rather, it would if it wasn't so overgrown and rundown. It was like a nightmare version of her own hometown, but even so, it seemed safer than the unknown out there in the rest of the arena. Down the main street she ran, galloped, stumbling every several feet as she searched for a way into one of those buildings, and maybe for a place to hide.
drpsychosomatic: (hands together)

Heading down Main Street

[personal profile] drpsychosomatic 2013-03-17 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
John felt more focused than he'd been in a long while. He and Sherlock had planned as well as they could for this, and his nerves hummed with concentrated energy as he was loaded in his tube and left for a few moments alone with his thoughts.

Fall back away from the Cornucopia, find cover, wait for Sherlock.

He pressed his lips together as the tube rose and the bright light revealed both the bizarre surroundings and the other Tributes, all in what seemed to be colour-coded versions of- oh. Oh, but that made sense. Disney Land. Or was it Disney World? He'd never been, and he doubted Sherlock had either, if the lack of popular culture knowledge he'd demonstrated so far was any indicator.

As the countdown began he looked over the other Tributes- scanning them all to try and identify Sherlock- and there he was, in red, staring intently at the cornucopia. Of course he was. Fellow tributes for District 7 were decorated in the same light green as he was, which he supposed would probably be useful later. They'd be able to tell who someone was likely to be from a distance, if they could see them coming.

There were seconds to go. He steadied, took measured breaths, and waited. The second the gong rang out, he ran towards the main street, not looking back.

lessthanelementary: (Default)

open; pelting toward the castle and Fantasyland; up for team-ups or scuffles

[personal profile] lessthanelementary 2013-03-17 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He hadn't found a way out.

It was the only thought in his head as they dressed him and pressed his cedar rod back into his numb fingers, as they patted his back in farewell, as they mouthed good luck and shoved his stiff-legged form toward the tube, as the countdown began. He'd run out of time. He'd not been able to buy his freedom. He'd sold them careless bravado and gained nothing in return. He hadn't planned this far ahead.

He registered in a blurry, panicked haze the glimmer of the Cornucopia, the strange statue, the perfectly-manicured gardens, the candy castle in the distance; he heard as though from underwater the thick sound of the clock striking the seconds before they released them on each other; he looked around at the other Tributes on their pedestals, tried to imagine murdering any of them and understood, with flat, removed finality, that he was going to die.

Gods, gods, let me buy my life-- What was it they said about atheists and cannonfire? Lady, sell me my life, please, if ever an oath meant anything to you-- But how could he expect gods where there were no spirits, and what did he have to bargain with--?

3 - 2 - 1

The gong sounded, and Neffa ran.

Light rebounded off the Cornucopia, and something in him remembered what they'd told him: "Don't even try." But that was life there, wasn't it, those things were precious because everyone here wanted them, and having something someone else wanted! That was power. He veered, breath already turning ragged, and no, he wasn't touching the bags, there was already a swarm on them, but the pile of silver cans glinting in the sunlight-- what were those?-- he didn't know, but he tore at the cape around his neck one-handed until it detached from the costume and stooped just long enough to snatch at the pile. One, two, three, four, five, damn--! Something clipped the back of his head, hard enough to send stars across his vision, and he didn't know if it was human or not but he staggered to his feet, clutching his burden to his body in both arms, and ran again.

He tore past the Cornucopia, wide-eyed and desperate, ducked a shoulder and bulled some stranger aside, and registered that he was moving toward the bright-colored castle. It occurred to him suddenly that he was alive.

Well, he thought dizzily as he pelted for the bright structure, It's a beginning.
big_badass_hero: (Default)

Chris Redfield

[personal profile] big_badass_hero 2013-03-17 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The timer worked it's way down. Chris glanced around.

No fucking way... He knew the place, it was in ruin, but still there were enough of the iconic buildings to know the place.

10...
9...
8...

While the bags were tempting Chris had other plans, he looked at the other tributes trying to stay calm and focused.

7...
6...
5...

The plan was simple enough, any of the kids he saw on his way he'd help out for now. Even unarmed he was sure he could handle the adults.

4...
3..
2...
1...

And he was off, instead of heading into the mess, he was headed down main away from the mess. Chris took note of the buildings, he wasn't going to try them yet, wait until main cleared. Coming to the tracks he turned heading into Tomorrowland, eyes scouting for a good place to wait a bit.
Edited 2013-03-17 21:27 (UTC)
casa_gabriel: (Serious)

[ Open ] Heading into Adventureland

[personal profile] casa_gabriel 2013-03-17 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
After not getting the bag he'd gone for at the Cornucopia, Gabriel wasn't going to stick around to see what advantages some of the others might now have over him. He took off running towards the castle, but then he noticed how many other people were already ahead of him. He broke of sharply to the left, heading towards Adventureland. He was going to Indiana Jones this shit.

Gabriel had one advantage, at least. He fucking loved Disneyland and if this place was accurate, he already knew the lay of the land. First, he was going to get himself someplace secure, then he would figure out a game-plan and start to look for Lindsey or Castiel and Dean. He trusted the latter two more, because he could tell that Lindsey was better at playing this sort of game than either of them, but that didn't mean he thought Lindsey would kill him right off. It was beneficial for them to stick together at least until competition thinned out.
Edited (destination change!) 2013-03-17 21:32 (UTC)
from_a_distance: (arrow tip)

[open] On the way to Adventureland

[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-03-17 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Clint hadn't ended up with the bag he was going for, and as soon as that scuffle was over, he got the hell away from the Cornucopia. He could find something else to use for a weapon and figure out a source of clean water once he got away from that madness.

He didn't really have any idea about how Disneyland was laid out--he hadn't had that sort of childhood--but he picked a likely looking direction and took off running.
kind_of_a_nerd: (self-hugs)

[open] Going for Cinderella's Castle

[personal profile] kind_of_a_nerd 2013-03-18 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Atticus wasn't ready for this. He most definitely was not at all even a little bit ready to be thrown back into an arena. He thought about that all the way up his little tube. He was still thinking it as he emerged into the sunshine.

He stopped thinking it when he saw Walt Disney.

This was...

He was even less ready for this.

During the countdown, though, he managed to pull himself together enough to realize that he might have a little bit of an advantage here. He knew Disneyland. He could find his way around, at least.

When the gong sounded, rather than jumping into the fray at the Cornucopia, he took off running toward the castle, hoping he could find a good hiding place in one of the rides in Fantasyland.
vibracion: (floating over your rocky spine)

Rictor | ota | eventually heading to Adventureland

[personal profile] vibracion 2013-03-18 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
This wasn't, Rictor had to conclude, the weirdest or most traumatizing thing to ever happen to him, nor was it the most infuriating. Most confusing, maybe. Yeah, okay. As he stared at the manicured courtyard, the dissonant ruins beyond, the statue sitting in front of the giant gold cornucopia, he decided "most confusing" was a safe prize to grant.

"What the hell?" Rictor's voice was lost in the countdown which came from nowhere, rattling his concentration. He shut his eyes against the sun high overhead, stretching out his consciousness, trying to reach his powers. He could almost feel it, he knew he could feel it. Whatever the hell had happened before, when those soldiers had woken him up and dragged him out here and he couldn't shake them off with his powers, it had to be temporary. This he'd hung onto when they'd spewed this "battle to the death" bullcrap and forced him to wear a ridiculous Halloween reject costume on pain of— well, not death. They'd made it clear enough that if he was going to die, it wouldn't be by their hands. Somehow, it hadn't been comforting.

THREE — TWO — ONE———

Before you could say "Was that the freakin' Disney theme?", the courtyard exploded into action, the unexpected commotion made more ridiculous by the crayon-coloured dresses and capes dashing past Rictor's eyes. He had the grating sense that he was a sitting duck just gawking at everything, but he couldn't yet move past putting his arms up and readying himself for a fight as he took in the scene. No sooner had one reached the first prize scattered around the center that the next prince or princess started grappling with them with no sign of royal courtesy. Others seemed to decide against, dashing around the action and splitting in every direction.

"C'mon, Rictor," he muttered to himself, edging off the platform and picking up speed with every step. (Disneyland. He was in goddamn Disneyland. What was he supposed to do with this?) "Save the freakouts for after you get somewhere safe."
gladiatorial: (because i know there is strength)

Shatterstar | OTA | probably going to get into a fight just for the sake of fighting

[personal profile] gladiatorial 2013-03-18 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Star exhaled, slow and steady. There was no chance of disguising the angry tremors in his arms, but he tried not to let it explode until he had something to do with it. He'd had no words for the men and women who had seen him to his place on the pedestal. He'd considered several times attempting an escape, but they'd accounted for that. Each step moved him closer to the inevitable. The roar of an audience, the flashing lights, they were all just a heartbeat away. The small elevator they'd stuffed him in was dark, but it was as though Mojoworld was crammed in there with him. No room to move, no room to breathe.

None of them knew what they were going to be unleashing.

He'd tear it all down, and probably find a familiar face at the center of it. Shatterstar would finally end this. What was the point of trying to move forward if he was always one step away from being dragged back? Mojo still believed that he had Star on a leash because he did, even if he kept running away. Things were so comfortable that he often forgot that he was still within such easy reach of his enemies. And if they could get him, then they could get his friends too.

Above him, the seal cracked, and as light poured in Shatterstar imagined his loathing spilling out. The sunlight washed over him, and he was glowing gold and orange against the dusty, overgrown landscape. There was no visible audience, but he cast a challenging grimace at his surroundings anyway, which were undoubtably full of eyes.

Then the music started up, and his fury was tainted by a dawning confusion. Memories of fairytales and princesses popped up, and the costume they'd put him in suddenly made a lot more sense. The theme didn't stop there, either. He'd never been a personal visitor, but he knew what the castle in the distance was.

I'd always wanted to visit, he thought with no shortness of disappointment. Someone had done a number on the Magic Kingdom, though. Star felt kind of robbed.

The music stopped, the countdown concluded, and everyone rushed toward the prizes at the center. Star surged forward with the crowd. In a game where death is just one of the rules, you had to play, you had to win to escape. It was a hideous trap. There was nothing gained in refusing, and no traction without giving the audience what they wanted. Those who loved the game and those who hated it became nearly identical when the cameras came on, otherwise your appearance on screen was going to be short-lived.
Edited 2013-03-18 17:13 (UTC)
morethathityou: (lightsaber; slushtime)

Callista | OTA | Tomorrowland

[personal profile] morethathityou 2013-03-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Callista automatically avoided the violence at the Cornucopia. The coppery scent of blood eventually faded as he headed to one direction of the park. She took in her surroundings. Everything seemed so alien to her, but that wasn't an unusual feeling.

Taking her her surroundings she went to where she could see some trees, the citrus scent of the orange trees directing her first. She could use these. She moved to take off her cape to use it as a make shift bag, planning to gather food for the Arena.
polyturtle: (too much ice cream)

Donatello | Stumbling Towards Tomorrowland | OTA

[personal profile] polyturtle 2013-03-19 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
...Well. That did not go anywhere near as well as Don had hoped. He managed to get away, managed to do some damage to Sigma. On the other hand, he had no supplies. Nothing to show for his attempt.

Well, nothing aside from the unbearable, screaming, throbbing pain of where his arm used to be. He really did not win that duel with the older man. No matter what he did to Sigma. With each stumble, he somehow he felt like still had that arm, that it was moving and flailing around and broken and that was why it felt so painful. He knew it wasn't true, but the weight was still there, and now that the adrenaline rush of the fight and flight was wearing off, Don knew he was in big trouble.

It was getting hard to concentrate, even with the turtle somehow managing to turn part of his cape into an a makeshift tourniquet. He was still bleeding from his massive injury, his yellow clothing turning many shades of orange and red. The landscape was tilting and whirling as he looked around, in ways he knew they couldn't shouldn't be. His breath was becoming more labored as well. Don knew he was in danger of going into shock, and that it could happen at any time. Shell, maybe he was in shock now from losing his arm.

He didn't care.

Lottie...I have to find Lottie...
thelastdragonlord: (Confusion)

[personal profile] thelastdragonlord 2013-03-23 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Merlin didn’t really know how he should be reacting. It wasn’t everyday that you were forced into such a literal battle to the death. He had barely been able to learn what was going on before he was told to get into a tube before everything started (they didn’t even have the courteously for a grace period before the battle started. What, did they wait until the last minute to kidnap him?).

He managed a quick glance at the supplies before other contestants descended on them. Adults, a few children, a...large turtle, for some reason...all running, either toward the pile, or away, everyone scattered about. It only took a moment to decide what to do.

That gaudy castle looks decent enough.

Completely ignoring the fight that was rapidly breaking out, Merlin ran.

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