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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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[personal profile] tis_allgood 2013-07-30 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine, make a liar of me."

He had planned to escape and leave both of them intact, but he couldn't afford that now. Being on his side left Cuthbert with very few options, but he had one leg semi-free and he was going to use it. He made a few quick flails of it before his heel caught on R's arm and actually had some purchase. He pulled back as far as he could and kicked.

He was being scratched up between the struggle and R's grabbing hands but it was nothing compared to the sharp pain of small bones hitting large ones. The shoes he had been given did almost nothing to deaden the impact. And yet he was going to pull back and try again, aiming toward R's chest, to try and free himself.
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Figured this would be a good place to wrap up

[personal profile] shambler 2013-08-06 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
That finally kick did it. With a snarl and a last useless flail, R tumbled back and away from Bert - all without getting a single tiny, little bite in, his teeth snapping even when he got air. He stumbled and slipped against a package on the ground, looked like he'd make it, and then went down onto his knees because of course he'd trip when he was only feet away.

R struggled back to his feet, groaning the entire way and wishing he had backup here. One more zombie. He'd even take just one, like M, even if that meant sharing.