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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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He sounds incredulous though not so much as he would have been a few days ago, after all alien trolls existed, why not cyborgs. "An actual cyborg?"
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"I'd prove it to you, but artificial blood isn't replenished as easily as human blood. You'll have to take my word for it." None of this was a lie, per se. He was merely being dishonest about his physical limitations.
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"I'm still not taking your water."