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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.]
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There's a note attached written in Human, in fancy, sparkly handwriting. "N...ow ki...ss," he sounds out under his breath.
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Kissing means he'll have to stop singing, but the dokidokis are still tearing up the one he injured earlier so it's the best opportunity they're going to get. He takes hold of Karkat's face again, trying to be gentle with the injured part and gives him a surprisingly genuine kiss.
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Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He'd just been reading-- he hadn't meant--
And it was nice, nice and gentle, a flushed kiss, not a caliginous, shit. He shouldn't be enjoying this. Why was he enjoying this? TEREZI WAS LYING DEAD AND HE WAS ENJOYING BEING FLUSHKISSED BY THE BOY HE HATED THE VERY MOST. Fuck, he was such a worthless piece of trash. Couldn't keep it in one quadrant. Couldn't even flip properly. And it didn't matter that he still hadn't managed to tell Terezi how he felt, he still knew how he felt, and this was a fucking betrayal, good fucking job, Karkat.
He wasn't sure he'd ever hated Cuthbert so much as he did that moment for gently kissing him.
Karkat's lips part slightly, but then he jerks his head back because no, fuck, this is no time for this shit. "Not now. We need to get the fuck out."
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He doesn't really wait for Karkat agree before he takes the medicine and helps him remove the impromptu dressing for his eye. He wants to make quick work of it so they can dispose of the rags and keep moving.
As he starts working he starts singing again, just in case. It's slow and deliberate, he wants Karkat to stay as calm as possible while he works.
the bleeding should be stopping after this i think, considering how ridic good capitol medicine is
He pulls another scarf out of his leotard to tie around his eyesocket once the wound is dressed, leaving the fake rumble spheres a lot smaller than they were at the start of this.
After a while he starts singing along to the 'na na na' part with Cuthbert, figuring it couldn't hurt.
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He stands, offering Karkat a hand up. He doesn't want to stop singing just yet, since they're still so close, so he can't really ask if his partner is okay to walk. If he isn't, Cuthbert can always carry him for a ways further, but it will be easier if he doesn't exhaust himself too quickly.
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(Considering the size of the bosom on Cuthbert's own costume, Karkat hopes it's filled with similar padding)
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"How are you feeling? You were lucky to have that wrapping with you, although I will take a moment to mourn the loss of a good addition on thee."
He's trying to ignore his own padding because he thinks it looks ridiculous on him. But obviously he's feeling more confident if he thinks it's safe to joke again. He's still getting a feel for everything around them, and feeling frustrated with the general lack of cover.
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"That wasn't luck, that was being prepared. I asked them to pad them like that instead of using molded cushions because scarves are as useful as fuck."
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He gives them an exploratory squeeze and just sort of shrugs. They're nothing all that special. But he knows Karkat is going to be off after seeing his friends dead, and teasing will take his mind off of it.
"I've had a hand full of more convincing breasts. But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate them on someone else. Nor have I missed that you have a skirt to lift now."
fuck yeah, folding knife parachute!
He squeezes them as well to prove his point (and hopefully embarrass Cuthbert.)
Then another parachute bonks him on the head.
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"I think I may see a pattern here."
He takes the package and opens it, grinning at Karkat the whole time.
"Someone wants us to get along, and they're rewarding us when we do."
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He sticks his hand out. "That's my knife. It landed on my head, so it's meant for me."
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He hands over the knife and rolls his eyes at Karkat. It's not nearly as effective in a fight as the one he got but he can't very well leave his partner unarmed.
"And don't make kissing me sound like such a chore. I don't believe it and it might stop the very kind flow of gifts."
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"Anyway," he adds, "it's more that it feels kind of weird to get paid for that shit. If I make out with someone I want it to be because I want them, not because I want a gift."
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"I hate you so much just now."
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Cuthbert stops then and turns on Karkat and gets close to him, hissing quietly enough that he hopes they won't be overheard. "We're being watched, you hoofbeasts-ass! If we want to get your Dinh out of here in one piece we need to play up every advantage. Telling everyone you don't care for me could hurt that. Or have you not seen the recordings of Peeta and Katniss? You don't have to pail me in front of them, but you could at least act as if I don't disgust thee."
somewhere GHB is furious at them and doesn't know why
Karkat breaks the kiss and glares at Cuthbert. "I never said I didn't want to kiss you at all, you imbecilic wasted bullet."
their reconing will come... eventually
"Why didn't you say so? We should keep moving, we still have to find the rest of our tet."
Re: their reconing will come... eventually
Weirdly, he is feeling better. There's the angry want he's used to feeling about Cuthbert, not the soft, almost flushed feeling he'd got earlier.
When they get the bottle of water ten minutes later it really does hit Karkat on the head.