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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] cutshort 2013-06-25 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He picked up a bag, not bothering to check what was inside, not bothering to look around and see if anyone else would try to kill him to get their hands on it. Among other things, idle hands picked up a rapier - jewels encrusted to make it beautiful, beyond any appreciation Hyperion could give it - which he replaced for the shape of a baseball bat. Too bad it was pink and had glitters, but he wasn't about to get choosy.

He turned it in his palm, offering no apparent threat. Finally he offered her his attention again.

"Don't forget how to use that."
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[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2013-06-25 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
She grabbed a sword, one she didn't recognise because the blade was thinner than the one Kant used. It had a rainbow blade and was probably too big for her, but her having it meant someone else didn't and that was good enough for Pruna.

"I will no be forgetting." She told him with a glare.
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-06-25 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He wouldn't mind watching her use it. Watching her kill someone just to see how she went about it. Surely a girl like her would have many differences to show from a man like him.

"Good. I don't want you to die too soon."
knifewithnoname: (oh really?)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2013-06-26 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
If he was lucky he might get to, being so small her killing style was different, she relied on surprise and speed more than strength. She grinned at him, hoping he meant that he wanted to face her later.

"You better not be dying too quick either!"
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-06-26 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He could actually come to like her, if he ever found himself capable of such an emotion. They had shared something quite personal, after all. Killing someone did have that factor, believe it or not.

"I won't. I plan to have some fun."
knifewithnoname: (excited smiles)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2013-06-26 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good!" She grabbed a bag and slung it over her shoulder, she could check the contents later.

"Be remembering I will be finding you! So be having lots of fun before that."
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-06-26 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Hyperion turned away, watching the remainder of the crowd, attentive to anyone who tried to dart in on them, steal what he had gathered so far. Pruna was only given a final glance before he allowed her to go.

"Good luck."
knifewithnoname: (excited smiles)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2013-06-26 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do be wishing you it too." She grinned back and looking around at the people falling and the people fighting she set off, she had items, it was time to find Sandy and find somewhere to stay.