thearena | (no subject)

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.

Threaded | Flat

They had found the building a few days ago, when the rain initially started; it worked as a good sort of stronghold while they recovered, while they doted on each other largely for the sake of the audience they knew they had. They were surviving well enough so far, avoiding the other Tributes mostly because of their own injuries. Ariadne, at that point, was just hoping they all finished each other off in the meantime, though she wasn't voicing such a thought.

She was sitting on the stairs, regarding her teammates silently with her chin in her hands, wondering what the Arena, the Gamemakers would throw at them next when the groans began. It was a concerning noise in and of itself, though distant enough that she didn't immediately worry.