The Arena
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16th-Nov-2013 11:58 pm
alldeduction: (Default)
Who| CLOSED - Sherlock, Cuthbert, Karkat, John and Joan, in that order!
What| Sherlock and Cuthbert face off, one of them dies, then the other one is killed by another guest.
Where| Near the cornucopia.
When| Backdated to Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Death, murder, insults of a sexual nature, probably torture? basically just. this whole thing is going to be dark. And probably more than a little homoerotic.


bring the blade, bring the bile )

31st-Oct-2013 09:56 am - Survival
formersurgeon: (huh)
Who| Sherlock, the Watsons, and OTA
What| Like it says on the tin
Where| The jungle
When| End of week 1, early week 2
Warnings/Notes| Sherlock, John and Joan are all available here to thread with, one of them, two of them, or all three. Just specify who in the subject line!

Read more... )
19th-Oct-2013 03:07 pm - Welcome To Arena 08
gamemakers: (capitol seal.)


Today begins particularly early by normal standards. Long before the sun, or even a hint of dawn arrives. When the world is still and black and quiet, save for the parties still raging on from the night before. Night owls still have not gone to sleep. Everyone knows what today is, even if you've only just arrived.

There is a palpable tension in the air as everyone is ushered out under the cover of darkness to board the hovercrafts. A stream of faces both familiar and unknown filter in and take their seats, and very little is said as tributes are strapped in and attendants make their rounds, activating tracking devices. There are no windows, no openings no view of the outside world as it passes silently, below. The journey takes hours. And when everyone finally arrives, there is no hint of sky or grass or cloud or tree. Just long concrete hallways and rows of uniformed peacekeepers that remind everyone to keep in line in the underbelly of the unknown.

One by one, each tribute is lead into a small concrete room where stylists outfit tributes in their only bit of protection for the next coming weeks. Little is given away by the clothing each stylists put their tribute in. No flair or flourish or costumed monstrosity this time. Just simple, functional mundane civilian clothing. Khakis, cotton shirts, boots.

There is little time to dress and say goodbyes. Only a few small moments left to gather your thoughts. And then, the countdown starts. A countdown displayed in holographic blue begins:

25. 24. 23. 22....

The smell of earth and grass and a general damp green fills your lungs as you rise, slowly into a large grass field. At first, its the only thing you can see in all directions until the pedestal locks in place.

20. 19. 18. 17....

In the near distance, the cornucopia looms. Massive. Copper. Even hidden by the grass you can see its spoils are plentiful, tempting anyone with even a mild curiosity streak to come explore. Some may see this as a warning sign already .

15. 14. 13...

You can see the others, around you. Their heads, maybe the shoulders of taller tributes, and very little else. If there is anything hidden in this field you would never know it. The grass is too tall and too thick to show what might be lurking near the ground.

10. 9. 8....

There is just a hint of a breeze and the lingering scent of recent rain. The humidity is more uncomfortable than the heat., its a thick, jungle-like warm. You can see a dense tangle of trees in the distance. Blue sky filled with towering white clouds. Its the sort of place where nothing ever truly seems to be dry. At least you might not have to worry about freezing to death.

6. 5. 4...

For just a moment, everything goes perfectly still. Perfectly silent.

The grass rustles.

You feel the breeze.

2.

1.

0.

You will have two hours until a short warning alarm will sound and the sonic fences turn on across the entire arena.
10th-Aug-2013 11:46 pm - Everybody Dies [Closed]
iselldrugstothecommunity: (Basic - Sneaksneaksneak.)
Who| Howard, Alpha, R, Julie, John Watson, Tim Drake-Wayne (?)
What| Howard's last days in the Arena.
Where| Both Arenas.
When| Last few weeks.
Warnings| Zombification and gore in the thread with R and Julie.

I've climbed so high I have no place left to climb. )
31st-Jul-2013 10:07 pm - Ssssssssssssssss
drpsychosomatic: (oh shit what is he doing now)
WHO| John and Joan
WHAT| Joan's death.
WHERE| Arena 2
WHEN| Now! Uh... before the joining together event.
NOTES| Snakes. Lots and lots and lots of snakes. And Joan being badass.

Read more... )
18th-Jul-2013 12:37 am - Sunrise on the Watsons
formersurgeon: (listen)
Who| Joan Watson and John Watson
What| Survival skills (and getting rid of heavy felt armor)
Where| Desert arena
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| idk, awkward partial nudity? Will add more if it arises.

From freezing night to burning day... )
15th-Jul-2013 11:17 am
danno_williams: (tired)
Who| John, Danny, Pepper and Joan?
What| Wandering the desert...
Where| In the desert arena. Justa wandering
When| Week 3.
Warnings/Notes| Danny meets peeps, drags Pepper along with him.

He didn't know how long they'd been walking, well, wandering was more like it. He had orders, or well, sorta orders. It was a good idea in any case, more experienced people to help him with Pepper. He didn't know how the hell he was going to find him, but he was sure as hell gonna try.

"See anything?"

The days had been wearing on him, lack of water, of food. He needed help and he knew it. Hopefully this was the right direction.
1st-Jul-2013 03:17 pm - Watsons
formersurgeon: (b&w)
Who| Joan Watson and John Watson
What| Joan has a delivery for a John Watson from an unexpected source
Where| Arena 2
When| Beginning of the second week
Warnings/Notes| None yet

Do you know someone named Sherlock Holmes? )
29th-Jun-2013 05:24 pm
drpsychosomatic: (:/)
Who| John Watson, anyone who wants a brief encounter that John will walk away from relativelyunscathed, and finally Maximus
What| Desert survival, seeking shelter, a scuffle with a gladiator
Where| Desert arena
When| After waking in the desert, meeting with Max after his argument with Wyatt
Warnings/Notes| None atm beyond an increased chance of typo and autocorrect errors, damn lack of laptop

Read more... )
gamemakers: (Default)
Although the mood in the Capitol is...taut, once the Tributes are in the transportation craft, things seem to lighten. The peacekeepers almost seem jovial - as jovial as peacekeepers ever seem. About half the Tributes are checked over and given an injection into their tracking device.

In the underground room, the stylists have all their prep teams running busy, dressing up the tributes in bright costumes, chatting with each other, clearly excited to have so much freedom over what their Tributes are wearing in. Each one is dressed in a personalized costume, elaborate, and entirely soft.

Finally the Tributes are placed on their pedestals and sent on up, all gussied up.

25 - 24 - 23

The light is blinding for a moment, before the candy-colored world around them comes into focus. And it's not just candy-colored - it is actually candy. Some Tributes might be reminded of the game Candy Land, if it was something in their home world. Music plays, scarily cute animals roam, and every thing just looks so gosh-darn happy.

20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16

The Cornucopia sits, candy-striped itself, and over-flowing with a generous bounty of food, weapons, and supplies. Even these all reflect the nature of the arena, brightly-colored, and cheerful-looking, just begging to be gathered up.

11- 10 - 9 - 8

They've all been warned not to step off their pedestal early. But as the final number ticks off, those Tributes that had their tracking devices adjusted in the transport suddenly feel a sting starting in their arms. A slightly diluted version of what Ariadne was given the day before is dumped in their veins.

The dilution doesn't help them, of course; it just causes the poison to take effect more slowly.

5 - 4

3

2

1

Go.

The burning is starting for half of them, spreading through their body, lighting their nerves on fire. Within 10 minutes it's effecting their motor skills, causing them to stagger, twitch, to move against their will.

Those who are small fall faster, barely lasting 15 minutes in the bloodbath. The stronger and bigger among them might make it 30 minutes at most.

By the time the bloodbath is over, the Cornucopia is surrounded by corpses. Half of the Tributes have fallen without even a single competitor having to touch them.


[OOC: Don't forget the OOC Arena post, especially those of you running for the Cornucopia. Every Tribute must post to this post. There will be a Cornucopia thread, and anyone else feel free to post as you will. Please add a tag with your character's name.

Those who were poisoned are anyone in group 2. You will have a second post up shortly.]
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