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thearena2012-05-26 03:52 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2012-05-26 03:52 pm
ARENA 02- let's get this party started
There is a different tension in the air. This is the first time anyone has been returning to the arena, and it changes things. For the tributes that know, for those prepping them. It's all under the surface, waiting. The prep goes the same as before.
The tributes are taken from the Training Center, one by one, and placed into the hovercraft that will take them on a long, tense ride to the Arena. New tributes have a tracking device implants in their arm, old tributes have their's activated, a move so similar, so swift it would be hard to notice.
Left alone with their stylist, each tribute is dressed quickly, light colors, cotton fabric, sturdy boots. Nothing waterproof, and nothing that will help against cold, dark nights. Then they are set into the clear tubes, and go up to whatever waits above while the voice counts down.
25 - 24 - 23 - 22 - 21
It late evening, but the summer sun is still high and the day is hot over the ruined city that rises up around them. The air shimmers with it, hot, heavy, pressing down on the tributes.
18 - 17 - 16 - 15
The cornucopia, the only bright, new thing in sight besides the pedestals they stand on shimmer brilliantly in the sun, all the life saving supplies scattered around in, tempting and deadly.
9 - 8 - 7
They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early.
4 - 3
2
The sound of the gong releasing them echos into the empty streets. Let the games begin.
[OOC: Don't forget the OOC Arena post, especially those of you running for the Cornucopia. Every single one of you ought to post to this post. There will be a Cornucopia thread, and anyone else feel free to post as you will. Please add a tag with your character's name.]
The tributes are taken from the Training Center, one by one, and placed into the hovercraft that will take them on a long, tense ride to the Arena. New tributes have a tracking device implants in their arm, old tributes have their's activated, a move so similar, so swift it would be hard to notice.
Left alone with their stylist, each tribute is dressed quickly, light colors, cotton fabric, sturdy boots. Nothing waterproof, and nothing that will help against cold, dark nights. Then they are set into the clear tubes, and go up to whatever waits above while the voice counts down.
25 - 24 - 23 - 22 - 21
It late evening, but the summer sun is still high and the day is hot over the ruined city that rises up around them. The air shimmers with it, hot, heavy, pressing down on the tributes.
18 - 17 - 16 - 15
The cornucopia, the only bright, new thing in sight besides the pedestals they stand on shimmer brilliantly in the sun, all the life saving supplies scattered around in, tempting and deadly.
9 - 8 - 7
They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early.
4 - 3
2
The sound of the gong releasing them echos into the empty streets. Let the games begin.
[OOC: Don't forget the OOC Arena post, especially those of you running for the Cornucopia. Every single one of you ought to post to this post. There will be a Cornucopia thread, and anyone else feel free to post as you will. Please add a tag with your character's name.]
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Darkness crept in, the colors and the sun fading out. He coughed, gagging on something warm and sticky in his mouth, and then settled. Eyes glassy and distant.
It wasn't so bad. Not nearly as bad as he'd ever imagined anyways.
In the black, with the heat pressing down, it was almost like being back in Dodge again. And that... that was okay.
A twitch, one last instinctive impulse, and then he was gone.
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He wasn't moving, though. A good sign, as the Arena went, though it still hadn't quite set in that she'd made her first kill. Staring down at him for a moment, Ariadne let the can tumble from her hand, bloodsplattered and too heavy, before making a mad dash through the other Tributes for the bag she'd previously set her eyes on.
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No. He kept going. He could process it later. Right now he filed it away, did his best to remember the person responsible for attack. Watch out for her if he could.
Keep. going...