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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.]
doc_holi: (are you serious)

[personal profile] doc_holi 2013-07-01 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The world goes white again and Holiday screams out in pain. It's the words that brings her back, though, and reminds her where she is. Rebecca snarls, suddenly bucking against Venus and doing anything but holding still.
celebrityskinned: (Angry - Go Fight Kill)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2013-07-02 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Stop it!" Venus is beyond witty one-liners or being calm and collected. She's desperate now. She shoves Holiday down against and starts to forcibly rummage through Holiday's outer clothing to see if there's something to take.
doc_holi: (pissed)

[personal profile] doc_holi 2013-07-02 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Holiday has absolutely nothing on her. The Cornucopia, if Venus couldn't tell, ended up going very badly for the doctor.

"Get off!" she growled, trying to move more. As much anger was in the moves, it was still pretty weak.
celebrityskinned: (Angry - Go Fight Kill)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2013-07-05 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Shoot," Venus says, because she doesn't want to swear on television. That doesn't get viewers unless it's well-placed.

"You got nothing." Venus pushes Holiday back to the ground, gets up and runs off.
doc_holi: (scared)

[personal profile] doc_holi 2013-07-05 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Holiday could have told the woman that... Honestly, she should be grateful that she was just killed, because Venus had the perfect opportunity to do so. As it is, Holiday stays low for a minute, not really caring too much if someone randomly ran by and slit her throat.

After a hesitant moment, Holiday rises again with her good arm and starts to move into the more dense candy-coated foliage. She can't move fast, but maybe she didn't really have to...