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thearena2013-06-22 02:42 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-06-22 02:42 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 07,
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- clint barton,
- harley quinn,
- karkat vantas,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ alex rider,
- ✘ anna morasca,
- ✘ asha greyjoy,
- ✘ atticus bell,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ bucky barnes (616),
- ✘ charlotte "lottie" la bouff,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ damian wayne,
- ✘ daniel jackson,
- ✘ danny williams,
- ✘ diana ladris,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ edward nygma,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jay,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ julie grigio,
- ✘ karis needleteeth,
- ✘ kurt hummel,
- ✘ lin mayuzumi,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mona vanderwaal,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ neophyte redglare,
- ✘ nikola tesla,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ parker,
- ✘ pepper potts,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ snow white,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ stephanie brown,
- ✘ the psiioniic,
- ✘ tony stark,
- ✘ venus dee milo
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.]
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.]
The Psiioniic
He doesn't know how the stylists could know, but it doesn't make him feel any less ridiculous.
Though, not as ridiculous as the arena looks. He can't help but feel awed as he looks around the horrible candy mess. Some of the sweets he doesn't even recognize, but it's a colorful, awful mess and the light hurts his eyes. Trolls weren't meant to live in the light, and for a moment he's afraid he'll burn, that this artificial light beating down on them could rival the Alternian sun's strength. But he doesn't burn, and he doesn't go blind, and when everyone else begins their runs for the cornucopia he turns in the opposite direction. He's stronger than he was last time he was brought in, but he's not the fastest runner by any means at all. There was only so much time to get his muscles back.
Re: The Psiioniic
the Empress?
No. No, he knows those horns. They motherfucking dressed him as the Empress.
He runs up to the Helmsman's side and with a nod toward a cluster of candy trees ahead, he commands, "THERE!" And runs ahead on ahead, with quick glances back.
His hands are beginning to shake.
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He manages to avoid that, though, skittering to a halt and grabbing onto one of the branches. The sweat on his hands makes the tree stick, and he grimaces as he waits for the Initiate to stop. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, and he curses himself. He should have trained more. He should have focused on getting himself better so that he could survive, not just function.
He pants and he waits, staring at the sugary wasteland and the troll before him.
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It's just hissing at first, but before long, actual sounds of pain can be heard. The candy tree crunches in his hand.
"They fucking... Helm- THEY MOTHER FUCKING--"
The candy tree comes apart. He drops to his knees and his claws dig into his scalp and he screams, eyes wide and red. Too many pan cracks, too many motherfucking cracks all singing voodoo song. He doesn't have his voodoo here. But he can feel it, it's motherfucking digging deep and tearing it up and it's too much all at fucking once. It's every bit of tearing flesh and burning light and cut and bite and bruise and scream, every beast and death and demon ever dreamed and weaved and stuck in another motherfucker's pan what wasn't his but tore and tore as it dragged itself into existence, and it's so, so, so many motherfucking feet under the water. What physical pain the poison gave him doesn't even matter. He's just short of crushing his own nug in his hands.
And the Helmsman is right there. Watching.
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Oh, no.
Something is wrong with the Initiate. Something is painfully, painfully wrong and for a moment his bloodpusher stops with his panic. He has to - he has to help him somehow, has to make him stop before he harms himself.
He shooshes him softly, voice wavering with fear and concern as he steps towards him. His hands are held out cautiously, and he's almost close enough to touch already. Brushing the Initiate's hair aside, he places his hands over the Initiate's larger ones, fingers over his knuckles as he keeps shooshing.
"It'll be okay - jutht...whatever they did to you, it will path."
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He lurches forward with another snarl, slamming the Helmsman to the ground with a hand. There's a faint cracking noise, beneath the snarling.
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Relax.
Calm down.
Let go.
He whispers softly, keeping the same rhythm of his shooshes. "It'll be okay, I promithe."
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And then his hand is off the Helmsman's chest and his arms are wrapping around him, pulling him up and close. He hangs on tight as he shakes, claws digging in.
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It's nothing he would have expected him to do, to calm down a highblood like this, but the ache he feels for this young, poor troll is what surprises him the most.
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And then his body seizes with one final terrible burst of pain.
The crunch made this time is loud and wet, and he screams even louder, a bone deep horror that pierces through every mother fucking thing else.
His body refuses to function then, and, twitching but otherwise paralysed, he falls to the side, arms loose and eyes wide.
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But then everything hurts.
Blood drips from his lips, and he coughs. He goes silent except for coughs and gurgles, and everything starts going hazy and dark around the edges. His body aches all over, aches deeply and he doesn't know how or what has happened, just that everything is fading fast and all he can do is stare and wonder why.
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He watches the Helmsman as the yellow drips down.
No, no, no, Messiahs no...
He gives a cough of his own as the pain finally starts to fade. The Initiate tries to move his hand but he's heavy and he's sinking.
Stay, stay... please...
The Indigo of his eyes goes dim and blank and he ceases to move at all.