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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.]
revvinguptheharley: (fear is a funny thing)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2013-06-29 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
She giggled, then laughed, then cackled having to cough and wheeze through the laughter, blood running down her lips. There would be some on his cheek now too.

"Really? Just like that? Aw I couldn't, you deserve better." She mumbled and slumped in his arms.

"I prefer...bad boys." She tried to wink and then couldn't seem to open the eye that she had closed.
pursuitofcappiness: (honestly circles are better for merch)

[personal profile] pursuitofcappiness 2013-07-02 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't mind a little blood on his cheek, but he does hold her a little bit closer, smooths a hand through her hair and tries what he can to help since it must be painful, but it's really difficult since he's also poisoned. It doesn't get any easier to watch people die, but he thinks that he can at least keep her comfortable and entertained for the last stretch of her life here. "I'm sure you'll find someone more your type when you get out of here."
revvinguptheharley: (Sulking like a child)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2013-07-02 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guess that's my cue." Harley murmured and let her eyes close.

"Exit...stage...outtahere." She coughed once more and a bubble of blood and spittle grew from between her lips before popping, spattering her cheeks with blood and letting free a oozing black foam from where her lips were still parted.

She was gone. Hopefully on her way back to the capitol.