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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.]
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Shepard (open)

[personal profile] earthborn 2013-06-24 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Shepard was calm. Then again, she'd done this before; it was startlingly similar. The collars, the trackers, oh those were different, but in N6 training they'd been in her clothes, voluntarily kept. It was tension, a drawn elastic, a rush of adrenaline and, suddenly, she grinned. The Armax countdown hadn't shit on the real thing, costume armor or not.

25, 24, 23...


Because of course costume armor. Now they were just making fun of her.

19, 18, 17...


The tube rose, and the sun struck her full in the face— of course it was a pink, sugar-coated nightmare. What the hell did she expect, wilderness? Idiot. Nothing could ever be simple, around here. And there they were, all the others, arranged on their little platforms at lesser or greater distance, all blinking, all peering around. A few had already recovered and were picking their targets among the glittering bounty.

11, 10, 9...


Shepard caught Thane's eye, and gave him a sharp nod. Here we go.

3, 2, 1...


It felt good to run, no treadmill, braced for impact with the first solid body to come in contact. Someone screamed and Shepard saw the spurt of blood, an arterial spray; the world came into focus and the practiced gunman's hunch came over her like an old friend coming home. And god help you if you get in her way.