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The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-06-22 02:42 pm

Oh my love, I know you are the Candy Man

Although the mood in the Capitol is...taut, once the Tributes are in the transportation craft, things seem to lighten. The peacekeepers almost seem jovial - as jovial as peacekeepers ever seem. About half the Tributes are checked over and given an injection into their tracking device.

In the underground room, the stylists have all their prep teams running busy, dressing up the tributes in bright costumes, chatting with each other, clearly excited to have so much freedom over what their Tributes are wearing in. Each one is dressed in a personalized costume, elaborate, and entirely soft.

Finally the Tributes are placed on their pedestals and sent on up, all gussied up.

25 - 24 - 23

The light is blinding for a moment, before the candy-colored world around them comes into focus. And it's not just candy-colored - it is actually candy. Some Tributes might be reminded of the game Candy Land, if it was something in their home world. Music plays, scarily cute animals roam, and every thing just looks so gosh-darn happy.

20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16

The Cornucopia sits, candy-striped itself, and over-flowing with a generous bounty of food, weapons, and supplies. Even these all reflect the nature of the arena, brightly-colored, and cheerful-looking, just begging to be gathered up.

11- 10 - 9 - 8

They've all been warned not to step off their pedestal early. But as the final number ticks off, those Tributes that had their tracking devices adjusted in the transport suddenly feel a sting starting in their arms. A slightly diluted version of what Ariadne was given the day before is dumped in their veins.

The dilution doesn't help them, of course; it just causes the poison to take effect more slowly.

5 - 4

3

2

1

Go.

The burning is starting for half of them, spreading through their body, lighting their nerves on fire. Within 10 minutes it's effecting their motor skills, causing them to stagger, twitch, to move against their will.

Those who are small fall faster, barely lasting 15 minutes in the bloodbath. The stronger and bigger among them might make it 30 minutes at most.

By the time the bloodbath is over, the Cornucopia is surrounded by corpses. Half of the Tributes have fallen without even a single competitor having to touch them.


[OOC: Don't forget the OOC Arena post, especially those of you running for the Cornucopia. Every Tribute must 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.

Those who were poisoned are anyone in group 2. You will have a second post up shortly.]
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (tears)

about 20 minutes in?

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2013-06-23 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone barreled into him, or rather stumbled into him as they didn't seem in control of their actions. If Mickey could see past the blue body paint and long wig he would see it was Ian, and he didn't look well.

Pain wracked his body, and he was finding it hard to move, his muscles seemed to have a mind of their own. "Sorry." His words were slurred, he hadn't yet recognised the mouse.
likewhatilike: (bite lip)

sounds good

[personal profile] likewhatilike 2013-06-25 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
He's on overdrive and he knows it but he's seen and felt Ian's body enough times to know who barreled into him and deem him not a threat before other instincts took over. By now he has supplies with him and just has to set up something somewhere to catch his bearings and plan.

For a brief moment he's happy that Ian found him, that he'd fucking listened to him for once in his fucking life but that moment passes quickly. He's in bad shape, Mickey didn't need Veronica to tell him that.

"Fuck, Gallagher, what happened?" but he doesn't wait for an answer, instead he pulls on Ian's arm and drags him away from the others. He can defend them if need be.
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (what are feelings)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2013-06-25 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Mickey?" He stumbled again, unable to control his muscles, he practically fell after Mickey when he was pulled away. He tried to force himself to concentrate. "Fuck off Mickey," It's not said angrily, but earnestly. They're both going to end up dead at this rate.

Another jolt of pain, worse than the one's before shot through him and it was all he could do to stay upright.
likewhatilike: (eyeing you up)

[personal profile] likewhatilike 2013-06-27 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, sure, whatever you say Gallagher," Mickey manages to huff out. Ian must be kidding himself if he thinks that Mickey would leave him in this condition in the middle of a fucking death match. Jesus, have a little faith in him.

He continues to pull Ian along, "don't make me carry you like some bitch," he threatens in hope of eliciting a reaction, "what happened? You hit by something?"
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (tears)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2013-06-27 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who..." He stumbles his vision blacking, "You calling bitch, bitch..." He shook his head.

"Nothing touched me." No one, no weapon, why he was like this was beyond him. "Think they gave me something."
likewhatilike: (smirk)

[personal profile] likewhatilike 2013-06-27 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"They fucking drugged you? Shit, man." He changes his hols on Ian so he's dragging him a little less, "I feel fine, you're just a pussy, yeah?" There's no heat behind his words, he just wants to keep Ian talking and conscious so they can get away and he can figure this out. Fuck he's not a doctor, Ian's probably going to die and he can do shit about it.
wantwhatiwant: winchesterway (tears)

[personal profile] wantwhatiwant 2013-06-28 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Why the fuck," he stumbled again as Mickey changed his hold and yeah, he could stop being so pathetic any time now. "Yeah," he can't even argue that one.