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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] from_a_distance 2013-06-27 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Clint slowed as Phil got closer, letting the man catch him. "I think I saw Stark in there. We'll need to stake out a good place to hide. It won't be as easy this time around."

No obvious structures in the vicinity.

"How are you?" The Cornucopia is no picnic, and he hadn't been able to talk to Coulson since the bombing when they were confined to district.
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[personal profile] taseyousupernanny 2013-06-27 04:05 am (UTC)(link)

"Good, or well, about as good as you can be while in," he looked around. He'd only taken in the bare basics of his surroundings before running for the Cornucopia, "Candy Land hell? Everything checks out.

He dug though his watertight bag to see what he'd ended up with, he held up one of the shiny sparkly ninja stars with a look that could only be described as a combination of confused and exasperated. "Well, this is a new one on me."

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[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-06-27 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Clint took the moment to rummage through his own bag. "Trade you for a sparkly baseball bat," he said. Throwing stars he could do something with. Something deadly.

"You got any water?" All he's got is food. Candy, basically, but it's better than nothing.
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[personal profile] taseyousupernanny 2013-06-27 04:33 am (UTC)(link)

He held up his own sparkly bat, "I see your bat, and raise you," he digs though the bag and holds up the sweetened fruit water, "A liter of kool-aid"

Phil put the stuff back in their places. Then picked up the pink handbag full of throwing stars and handed them to Clint. "Here you go, have fun at the prom."

"So, game plan, find who we can, find shelter, I landed a sleeping bag by the way, and start fresh tomorrow morning." Phil had no idea that there would not be a morning for weeks to come.

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[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-06-27 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Clint caught them with a smile. It wasn't a bow, but it was still in his wheelhouse. Between that and his sword...

(He couldn't help wondering what Duquesne would make of him here.)

"I've got a tent here. And some ear plugs. We may have to trade off and sleep in shifts."

Glancing up at the sun, he was definitely wishing for some sunglasses.
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[personal profile] taseyousupernanny 2013-07-02 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)

Yes, some sunglasses would be nice about now. "We should try and meet up with the others. See who survived the melee." He sighed, "That singing is going to get real old."

Get the Avengers together, and pack up and survive. No trying to escape this time, although, he didn't want to be blown up this time. Thanks. That wasn't fun.

Phil pulled out the pink sparkly baseball bat and picked a random direction to start their search.

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[personal profile] from_a_distance 2013-07-02 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Clint didn't so much care about escaping. For now his goal was to make sure it was an Avenger (or Peggy or--preferably--Coulson) who won and never had to go back in. After that, they could work on all the escape plans they wanted.

"Pretty sure that's what the ear plugs are for," he offered, looping the bag of throwing stars into his belt and gripping the sword in his left hand. Everything else got shoved back into the bag and slung over his shoulder. "I think I saw Stark going for the Cornucopia too, so we should have a few more supplies with us too."