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thearena2012-06-27 07:38 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2012-06-27 07:38 pm
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WHO| Any tribute in the arena can jump in.
WHAT| Some structural issues.
WHEN| Midday
WHERE| The center of the arena.
WARNING/NOTES| None, atm, besides death.
The acid rain had come and gone, in much short waves than before. The heat simmered, the only relief to be found in the building, strangely cooler than they should be in an abandoned city. Cool air wafted up from under the ground, seeping into the buildings. With the added safety of the various hiding places the buildings offered, and the shelter from the rain, they were a tempting place to hide.
But not a safe one.
The racking, groaning sounds started around noon, when the sun was highest, hottest, and the acid rain clouds loomed near enough to intimidate everyone inside. They were easy to ignore...old, abandoned buildings settling, section falling some where far off.
Then, the cloud came in, dumping their acid into the streets.
And with a huge, consuming groan everything began to shift. Sinking. For a moment it seed to all be sinking neatly, in one piece. But that only held for a moment before the building began to buckle, metal screeching as it crumpled down into the gaping maw of the sink hole that had just opened under several city blocks.
WHAT| Some structural issues.
WHEN| Midday
WHERE| The center of the arena.
WARNING/NOTES| None, atm, besides death.
The acid rain had come and gone, in much short waves than before. The heat simmered, the only relief to be found in the building, strangely cooler than they should be in an abandoned city. Cool air wafted up from under the ground, seeping into the buildings. With the added safety of the various hiding places the buildings offered, and the shelter from the rain, they were a tempting place to hide.
But not a safe one.
The racking, groaning sounds started around noon, when the sun was highest, hottest, and the acid rain clouds loomed near enough to intimidate everyone inside. They were easy to ignore...old, abandoned buildings settling, section falling some where far off.
Then, the cloud came in, dumping their acid into the streets.
And with a huge, consuming groan everything began to shift. Sinking. For a moment it seed to all be sinking neatly, in one piece. But that only held for a moment before the building began to buckle, metal screeching as it crumpled down into the gaping maw of the sink hole that had just opened under several city blocks.
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She's so close to winning, so much closer than she ever truly believed she'd manage, but she's also just so tired...
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He can't just let her die. They're so close to the end of this and she's too young. Since he's stuck in this mess, the least he can do is make sure she comes out.
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That's the first thought she has as her stomach seems to flip upside-down, as she feels weightless for a moment, as their particular building finally joins in the apparent mass exodus of giving up the ghost beneath the acid rain.
She wants to grab onto something, but what's the point when the walls are planning on giving out within the next few minutes, seemingly in slow motion? A tiny gasp escapes Ariadne as her eyes fall to the ground, wondering how something can feel so solid beneath her boots, and yet be so unstable; she's all but frozen in place, and likely to her detriment, but at least she knows that any death here will be faster than starving to death.
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She realizes this and moves towards Eliot, reaches out her hand to his. And misses. The last thing she sees before her eyes close for the last time in this specific Arena is the hand she just can't quite reach.
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She barely realised when the beams came down around her, her eyes closing to keep the dust out, and a gasp catching in her throat. It barely hurt this time around, nothing more than a dull ache in her entire body.
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Finally, he forced himself to move. It wasn't certain yet. Momoko, at least, had a chance if she survived the fall. He dug and pried at the fallen beams. He found Ariadne's pack first. Amazingly, it was still intact. A piece of rubble had kept the beam from setting the mines off. Finally, he reached his younger ally. The remains of the other pack lay scattered across her chest. He choked on a sob. If it weren't for his idea of salvaging the explosives, she might have lived. The water bottle lay mockingly at her feet. Looking across what was left of they're hideout, Eliot could just make out the outline of Ariadne's hand.