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thearena2013-06-23 04:40 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-06-23 04:40 pm
In the desert, you can remember your name.
Who| Group 2
What| Waking up in the desert arena
Where| Scattered around
When| Several hours after the Candy Cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| Deathroll will be coming soon to check out this arena's cornucopia and find out who dies between now and next week.
Make no mistake about it. The bloodbath of this Arena's Cornucopia was brutal. Half of the Tributes fell, a jerking, painful death. It is the highest death count in one day that recent memory can ascertain. It is shocking and unexpected, certainly a twist as far as those watching from the safety of the Capitol are concerned.
But it doesn't compare to what happens next. Because the Tributes that fell in in the bright candy hell don't wake up.
At least, not in the Capitol.
Not this time.
The fallen Tributes' eyes open, one by one, as the trackers in their arms let out an uncharacteristic jolt to bring them back to consciousness. They are not in their soft beds in the Training Center. They are not even in the Capitol. Instead, there is heat, more intense than that in the strange candy land that they had been in. A wind picks up, swirling dust and sand around them, stinging eyes and skin.
Everyone who was cut down is spread far and wide throughout this arena, still in their costumes, perhaps a little worse for wear.
"Good afternoon, Tributes." Claudius Templesmith's voice echoes through the air once all of the Tributes have been unceremoniously awoken. "And welcome to the second half of the Seventh Arena of the 75th Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor."
And with that, they're on their own....
What| Waking up in the desert arena
Where| Scattered around
When| Several hours after the Candy Cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| Deathroll will be coming soon to check out this arena's cornucopia and find out who dies between now and next week.
Make no mistake about it. The bloodbath of this Arena's Cornucopia was brutal. Half of the Tributes fell, a jerking, painful death. It is the highest death count in one day that recent memory can ascertain. It is shocking and unexpected, certainly a twist as far as those watching from the safety of the Capitol are concerned.
But it doesn't compare to what happens next. Because the Tributes that fell in in the bright candy hell don't wake up.
At least, not in the Capitol.
Not this time.
The fallen Tributes' eyes open, one by one, as the trackers in their arms let out an uncharacteristic jolt to bring them back to consciousness. They are not in their soft beds in the Training Center. They are not even in the Capitol. Instead, there is heat, more intense than that in the strange candy land that they had been in. A wind picks up, swirling dust and sand around them, stinging eyes and skin.
Everyone who was cut down is spread far and wide throughout this arena, still in their costumes, perhaps a little worse for wear.
"Good afternoon, Tributes." Claudius Templesmith's voice echoes through the air once all of the Tributes have been unceremoniously awoken. "And welcome to the second half of the Seventh Arena of the 75th Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor."
And with that, they're on their own....
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"So, apparently for whatever reason we don't get to stay in that super cool Candy world, and get stuck in this crappy awful dry wasteland." She was apparently still bitter about the whole thing.
"And no Cornucopia which means we're down to fists and whatever weapons we can make. I dunno about you but I'm thinking pointy sticks might lack some of the flair of the last round.
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At this, he pointed to the mountains.
"And over there is the most obvious suspect for its location."
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Don blinked at the gesture, but ultimately, let it go.
"Listen. Regardless of whether the Cornucopia is there or not, the most important thing is to find fluids. Be it water, or otherwise." At this, Don began to walk. "So if you see any kind of waterhole, or even any small animals while we're going over there, let me know."
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"I've always been more of a city girl myself. Getting to nature was always more Ivy's thing."
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"And it's OK, you've had alot going on lately. What with the angry and the sad and the screaming and the throwing up." She listed off various emotions she had witnessed him having without actually understanding the why for most of them.
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Don had expected to start becoming uncomfortable from wearing the clothing he was wearing, but he felt surprisingly cool. Perhaps it was the fact he had a lot of white and lighter colors on it, and the hood. Not to mention the cloth wasn't very thick; he was lucky in that respect. It was a decent insulator for him, since he didn't sweat.
He knew he'd have to find water, though, and soon. Even if he could do fairly decently in hot for a time, his new ally (?) definitely wouldn't. Thankfully, that mountain was getting pretty close pretty quickly.
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"So, if you've been here so long you've gotta know Eva way better then I do." Harley reasoned. "So where do you stand on what she did?"
A pause and Harley added, "Other then blegh!" She made a gagging noise with little sensitivity towards his potential embarrassment about the subject.
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Don frowned. He was beginning to notice that she really didn't care whether any of what happened was uncomfortable for him or not. Not to mention, he knew the cameras were on him.
"But that doesn't matter." Don kept walking, keeping his voice level and steady. "I see why Eva did what she did. Ariadne was my friend, but...she made a mistake, a bad one, trying to kill someone like that. And I can tell Eva knows she also made a mistake, giving in to Ariadne's demands. Plus..." At this, Don gave a small smile. "From experience, I know how Ariadne could be when she was in game mode. She knew how to get under people's skin, figure out their weaknesses. She was was crazy like a fox, pretty Career-like. When realizing that, I can't be angry at Eva."
At this, he gave a quiet shrug.
"But...that's just me."
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"I like her." Harley added "She's got layers. She's someone I woulda loved to get on the couch back once upon a time. Heck I'd like to learn more now but everything got all crazy." She prattled on.
"I'd like to hear her laugh." She finished thoughtfully and only then realized that the cameras would be catching all of that. Oh well...too late now.
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"Doctor Harleen Quinnzel, graduate of Gotham Universities Psychology program." It was like night and day hearing the two voices. Somehow her professional voice had more alto in it while her regular voice was like a siren cackling.
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"As for the rest of University, the classes could be dull, the parties were wild though. Ain't no party like a Gotham U party because the Gotham U parties...typically end in fires and trips to the hospital." She cackled.
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"Sure we had our ups and downs, but they will always be a place for him right here." She patted her chest over her heart.
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It was probably a good thing that right now, Harley was behind him, and not in front of him, because. Well. Don was just internally wondering whether allying with someone who considered a killer clown her soulmate was the best idea after all.
"He...certainly sounds like someone you'd never be bored around."
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Harley spun around with glee caught up in her own memories before resuming the pace.
"How about you handsome? Got any special reptiles back home you could be kissin'?"
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...Yes, Harley. That was an attempt at a joke.
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