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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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Screw Fate. She was going to win. Or die trying.
(Somewhere, Original Cindy was laughing at her.)
The sound of someone approaching caught her ears, and Max flattened herself against the inner wall of the building next to its open doorway. It allowed her an angle to tilt her head just a little and peek outward.
It was the turtle dude. Max bit her lip.
"Look," she said, letting her voice carry, but avoiding revealing her position "I get how this works, but I'd really rather not kill anybody until I have to. Especially not someone who's clearly another transgenic. But if you've got your mind set on a fight, we'll fight, and I will kill you."
From her position against the wall, Max raised her fists, body shifting into a fighting stance. Tense, but relaxed. Ready, but patient. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, or some such garbage.
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"Well, actually..." He looked up at the direction of the building, clearly surprised. "We tend to call ourselves mutants. But...yeah, I guess I am transgenic, though I don't think I've ever heard anyone call me that."
Freak, alien, monster, etc. etc. etc. And sometimes just incoherent screaming. That was generally his experience."I wasn't actually here to start a fight. I was just seeing if I could get some more supplies. I wasn't planning on a fight unless you started it."
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"To be entirely honest, I'm not exactly sure how I'd kill you...kick you onto your back and leave you in the middle of a road somewhere?"
The snark was a good sign, even if Donatello had no way of knowing. The snark meant she was willing to talk.
"Even if you're not a Manticore creation, you're still...yeah. I've heard that term before. Mutant. Where I come from though, we're transgenics."
She moved herself just a little, giving him a sliver of her form, the rest still hidden in the doorway. "I'm Max."
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At this, Don's own demeanor relaxed. Admittedly she didn't look much like a mutant that he'd know of, from where he came from. On the other hand, the Capitol seemed to bring people from everywhere, so who knows?
"I'm Hamato, Donatello. Don for short." He rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Never heard of Manticore myself. And I'm guessing you've probably never heard of TCRI."
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"So I'm thinking maybe we should move along from here, Don." Her tone was casual, and naturally assumed alliance, perhaps banking on him assuming it too. "Maybe scout a bit further out, find us some high ground to hold. Maybe if we're lucky we can hunt something. I've eaten pigeon before. Not rat, but pigeon isn't bad if you close your eyes and think of England." She cocked her head.
"What do you say?"
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--some debris falling from a building catches his attention.
"...Good idea. Let's get out of here." He gets ready to jump away. "Something tells me we shouldn't stay too long in a lot of these buildings if we can avoid it."
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"His name is Tony Stark."
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No, but seriously, on the scale of say... tadpole to dragon, how nonsensical are you on the evolutionary scale?
Sensei must have been more of a kung fu master I'm going to assume.
Right. Pet shop. Should have guessed. But what is all this 'we' business, Koopa Troopa?
Is it a lab experiment gone horribly wrong... or I suppose horribly right if giant turtle was the goal there.
...you don't keep your mom in a shoebox or anything do you?
"I think I know who you mean." He wisely decides to spare Max the details of how. "That might be a good idea, but...if I do this, I have to bring someone else in. Her name's Lottie and I wouldn't feel right just leaving her solo."
He knew what was expected of them. It was possible, eventually, that they'd have to kill each other. But Don still had his conscience, and his own ways; he wasn't going to just discard it for the sake of entertainment. He didn't just let innocents or those who couldn't defend themselves die at the hands of the Foot. The same applied here if he could help it.
"Actually, it's why I returned to the Cornucopia. It was to get some supplies for her."
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