Who| Lyle, Brainy, Signless, Rokk
What| The first Hellrena really sucks for the Legion
Where| All over town
When| Backdated waaaaay back to the first Hellrena
Warnings/Notes| Monsters, acrophobia, mauling, and death.

Holing up somewhere safe wasn't really an option when the building rotted around you as you watched.

Lyle moved from shadow to sweltering shadow, going slow enough that Brainy could hang onto the back of his shirt. Getting his invisibility back had been more of a disappointment than a boon -- he couldn't extend it beyond himself and his clothing, couldn't even cover his bag of survival gear much less Brainy too. Brainy's force fields weren't as versatile either, but he could at least cover both of them if they didn't mind sharing space. Wouldn't be the first time they'd gotten up close and personal for the sake of survival, though it would be the first since they both admitted having other-than-platonic feelings about each other. Still, they were professionals, so any awkwardness as a result of that was minimal.

Now he just had to keep the two of them alive long enough for Cos to find them again. Or, failing that, set them up to die dramatically enough that they'd be brought back even if they hadn't confessed their feelings on camera.

"Keep an eye out behind us, Brainy," he whispered, "this is going to be fun for literally no one here."

Who| Lyle, Nasir, and Rokk
What| The Capitol has failed to kill Lyle. Clearly, they should have hired a professional.
Where| Amusement Park
When| Backdated to a couple days after the first Hellrena (late week 2)
Warnings/Notes| Swearing and death.

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Who: Rokk and Lyle; Rokk and Open
What: Arguing with a teammate and prowling the arena
Where: Starting off in Legion base then anywhere you want to find him
When: During the Hell-rena
Warnings: Probable talk of genocide and murder

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Who| rock lee & you!
What| ninja or not, this is hard.
Where| anywhere around the arena!
When| now!
Warnings/Notes| n/a

( rational thoughts vs. unrational )

Who| Bucky Barnes and anyone else who wants to chance him.
What| Natasha is dead. Her man isn't well.
Where| The hellish arena, near the orchards.
When| Week two, the first day or so.
Warnings/Notes| Grief, blood and gore, general distress.

( and tomorrow who knows where we'll be. )

Who| Charles & YOU :)
What| Charles is attempting to get his bearings.
Where| Main street, through alleyways in between houses, moving towards the park.
When| Week 1.
Warnings/Notes| None as of yet.

Few things had gone right for Charles since he had arrived in this place. Upon arrival, his telepathy had completely vanished. There was a spot in his mind that he had compartmentalized for his ability, and now there was no use for it. It was dead silent. He couldn't remember a time before his skill. It was strange.

Then - of course - he was going to have to fight to the death with others who also happened to of been forced here. He didn't enjoy fighting, and even less liked the idea of having to kill another person. The memory of Erik killing Shaw was still fresh in his mind. He wouldn't want to inflict that upon another person.

Once in the arena, he had made it less than an hour before his jacket had gotten stolen and he got hit on the head with a rock. He reached his hand up to rub over the cut where a bump had formed. It was sore to the touch.

He was moving away from the main street, and through one of the alleyways between houses, but he wasn't sure what towards. The fog made seeing things difficult. He just had to make sure he stayed away from people, for now.

At least until he had a chance to form a plan without feeling like a few moments of downtime would result in death.

[ note; feel free to catch him at any point through the week, and anywhere between main street and the park ]

WHO| Open to Lyle Norg, Rokk Krinn, and/or Brainiac 5 and YOU!
WHAT| The Legionnaires puttering around the arena
WHEN| Week 1 Catchall for all three Legionnaires (May add more weeks if not much changes for Weeks 2 and 3.)
WHERE| Pick a scenario!
WARNINGS| cw: With Brainy: mental illness/a character essentially being forced off their meds

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The Tributes are taken early in the morning, most of their support teams seeming in good cheer as they dress them in warm clothes, getting them to their tubes. There is obvious comfort in the familiar for the prep teams, and they chatter with, or in some cases, over the heads of their Tributes as they get them ready and load them up.

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If the Tributes could see the area they are passed up into, they would see a deeply overgrown, dilapidated town green, with a large bandstand rotting away in the middle. The spoils of the cornucopia are not gathered in one spot, instead scattered throughout the thigh high grass and weeds around the town green.

Around the edge of the green, the old business stand a silent sentry, looming out of the fog as it thins and winds into them, providing much desired cover.

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But the Tributes cannot see the ground around them. The fog, thicker even than it will be in the rest of the arena, makes the world small around them. The sound of the count down echoes strangely, the tributes seeming too close as the fog brings sounds of their breath, their coughing, the snap of twigs under their feet right to ears of the other Tributes. But with the fog bringing visibility down to only a few feet, it's hard to tell what is a true danger, and what is only the fog playing tricks on them,.

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The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.