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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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First, the heat. On instinct she closes her eyes against the sun. Part of her is somewhat glad for her simultaneously skimpy yet covering costume. It'll do her well against the sun's rays and thin fabric will help keep her from overheating.
Second, the lack of pain. She had died, of that she was positive. She'd died and they had brought her back just to drop her in this new arena. It explained the poison but not why they didn't just put her and the others they'd let suffer in this desert in the first place. Then she remembers there's an audience watching and suddenly it all makes sense. A shocking twist for the audience's benefit.
Third, no Terezi. That causes a small amount of anxiety in the pit of her stomach but she brushes it off. She's either in the arena or back in the Capitol. Either way she'll see her again at one point or another.
Redglare climbs to her feet and eyes her surroundings, adjusting her red hood to shade her face from the blistering sun, then starts walking. Hopefully the Gamemakers haven't taken notes from the Alternian desert and supplied the arena with hordes of the undead.