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ARENA 10-Placid Hollow

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.

20

19

18…

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.

8

7

6…

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,.

3

2

1

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

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I smell the blood of- run.

Who| Some and Susannah (and Cuthbert?), and an open thread before if anyone wants to catch him tracking.
What| Some's last days in the Arena, and his death.
Where| Various.
When| Week 6
Warnings/Notes| Discussion of maneating. Graphic descriptions of injuries. Mercy-killing. Some will only track humans, but anyone can come across him doing so.

Open

A sixth week. Some rarely made it so far. There was something, after all, to the tactic of simply holing up and only venturing out and back in short excursions, or from hideout to hideout. He missed his spot on the whale model; it had been almost comfortable. It had also been almost directly below the volcano.

But he thought about shelter less and less, now. And food, more and more. Of those left in the arena, he knew more or less how many were human. He found himself, when he was near exhaustion and his will was weakest, casting around for their scents, creeping on all eight to follow them while conserving strength. It felt good to simply follow, catching scent off the floor, finding things his prey (no, not prey, he was not a predator) had touched. He would catch himself, sooner or later, and barricade himself into a corner to rest, but before then, nearly every day, there was a period when he could almost have imagined himself hunting in a pack with his siblings, as he had never done at home.

For Susannah

By the end of the week, there had been near calls. Some knew he should cut this all short. But he hadn't quite worked up the will yet. He was being still more careful tonight, with a scrap of stolen clothing from the wax-people floor tied across his face to mask distracting scents as he carefully, quietly slipped onto the darkened Fifth Floor. His claws had gotten long, and he walked carefully, silently so as not to click, making a weaving path for one of the water fountains.

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It seemed like a good idea at the time...

Who: Terezi, Some
What: Terezi picks a fight with Some, it doesn't go as planned.
When: Mid-week 5
Where: Fifth floor
Warnings: Violence, etc. No death.

( That's what they all say. )

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[closed, backdated to pre-volcano week 3]

Who| Carlos and Some
What| After the storm inside calms, the storm outside begins, and Carlos leaves the no-longer-safe planetarium to check out the display on muttations in hopes of learning something about Capitol technology. There is very little sunlight, and aside from the lightning, it is very dark.
Where| Floor 4
When| Early week 3, before the volcano.
Warnings/Notes| None so far.

( Read more... )

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Some saves the day

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a far worse, if more prestigious service

Who| The Psiioniic & The Initiate || The Psiioniic and YOU.
What| Psychic trolls and their kooky powers, and the benefits of telekinetics and precognition. (Or, masks are Really Great.) Plus, precognition makes hiding spots useless and the Psiioniic doesn't want to kill, he just wants to watch the world burn.
Where| Third floor, specifically the gem hall, and then various places around the museum.
When| Middle of the second week.
Warnings/Notes| PRECOGNITION, obviously, though it essentially boils down to "knowing the details of how people die", Creepiness, mentions of violence and murder and other going-ons in the Arena. Maybe someone will actually get injured.

( together they explored the stars for thousands of years )

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OTA: No rhyme but by the Mother, he wants a reason.

Who| Some and you!
What| Trying to help or hide, and winding up in a mask.
Where| Various, mostly the second floor.
When| Through Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Probable mentions of maneating, violence.

Some's primary advantage, to his knowledge, is his ability to climb. The second floor has a high, shadowy ceiling, and despite the crowded, uneasy feeling of all of those models of men and creatures, he feels his best chances are there. The life-size model of the sea monster labelled "Blue Whale" provides him with a stable platform, high and suspended on wires. He's made himself a shelter there, half dug into the material of the model, half-reinforced by trays scavenged from the cafeteria, all bound together by his sponsor-given wire. If he'd known they were bright orange, he might not have used them, but up in the high shadows, they still make him feel safe.

Well, safer.

But he can't just hide. He won't be the winner, he knows he won't. He doesn't want to, he still tells himself. So he can either die now, go back to the Capitol, and watch it all go on and on, or he can leave this shelter, find someone in need of help, and help them. He's strong and stable, not hungry. And that's good. It means he has more time than usual.

When he thinks of leaving the dim second floor, he realizes that for once, he can be better prepared for the light. There was a display he noted earlier - a little glass case with a carved wooden mask, its eyes deeply shadowed by a fringe of stitched-in grass. It's the work of a moment to pry open the case with his knife, and he ties the mask around his neck on another length of wire.

[[Some's dead-set on being useful. So anyone who seems to need help; food, rescue, first aid, he'll try to render whatever he can. He's also a big dark many-toothed mantis creature slinking about, so feel free to be spooked and attack! I'm open to absolutely anything.]]

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I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more....

Who| Kevin and OTA!
What| Kevin has just been thrown into the arena. He has only the faintest idea of what's going on.
Where| Wandering the halls! Pick a location for your encounter for him in the subject.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| None exactly yet, but watch this space for edits. Kevin has literally only the understanding that his job is to be the last person left alive, and...he's dedicated to his job, so. He also wants to gather some information, though, so not all threads have to devolve into violence! Just let me know.

( Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to lie down at your door! )

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Discovered

Who| Joan and Some and OTA
What| Joan is hiding out, but her options are limited, so she's bound to be discovered.
Where| Sixth floor
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| None yet.

The information kiosk was a counter up against one of the walls. It had glossy, brightly colored pamphlets that told visitors who each featured wax Tribute was. Very flashy and utterly useless. What was useful, however, was the space beneath the counter. There wasn't much of it, but Joan was small and it was the one spot that afforded her any sort of cover. If a Tribute stood at the right angle, they could see her, but it was the best she could get. She couldn't run. Couldn't even walk. But she could hide

She waited there while Sherlock and John explored. Her leg was immobilized by a makeshift splint, but they had no pain killers, no anti-inflammatory medicines, not even an ice pack. Her knee was swollen, and pulsing with near unbearable pain. So she spent that time alone in hiding with her eyes closed, taking slow, deep, measured breaths, trying her best to just let the pain wash over her.

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ARENA 09 - THE MUSEUM

The Tributes are woken up early for this Arena, and switched from whatever sleeping attire they're currently in to a set of pajamas, each designed for the individual in questions. Women wear onesies, and most of the men wear two-pieces, but other than that any similarities are at random - the outfits are in all sorts of colors and patterns.

The floor of the helicopter taking them to their Arena location, and of the underground entrance to the tubes that hoist them to the surface, will feel cold under their bare feet.

Rather than bringing them to sunlight, like the tubes have in the past, instead the Tributes are presented to a dark concrete ceiling in a badly-lit parking lot. Fluorescent lights do little to illuminate the cavernous space.

The countdown begins, announced as if from far away.

20

19

18…

The Cornucopia, a ghastly thing carved from stone and concrete, sits at the center of a pattern of white and yellow lines reminiscent of spots for parked cars. The painted lines create a sort of spoked wheel, providing lanes for the Tributes leading to the prizes at the center. Some of the more unfortunate Tributes will find the concrete architecture has placed pillars in their lanes.

8

7

6…

Six parked cars lie around the outskirts of the huge lot, barely visible in the dim lighting. Glowing exit signs on two opposite sides of the chamber announce where Tributes should go to escape the bloodbath. Elevator doors are perched beneath them.

3

2

1

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

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Will

Who | Some and Open, Some and Cuthbert
What | Some starts to lose himself to the hunger, and then chooses his way out.
Where | Candy Arena
When | Week 4
Warnings | Death, man-eating.
Notes | First top-post is open to anyone in Group 1, second one is for Cuthbert.

"No," Some said aloud to himself, a growl of a word as he pressed his forefoot against his stomach. It growled back, every bit as loud as his voice, and cramped sharply as if punishing him for denying it. The hunger crawled along his nerves like crabs, nausea and craving and anger all snarled together as a single entity, and it crouched in his brainpan like a hunting spider.

"No," he said again, even as he limped from shadow to shadow, following the scent of a human. He couldn't not. Not when he could smell their blood and hear their heartbeat and feel the sweat they left in the air. And he knew where he would bite, if he caught up, and all he could do was drag his feet and not catch up because what if it was Lottie, or one of the others that he knew?

"No..."

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(no subject)

Who| Lottie, and Some, Jay (&Neffa?) and eventually Shepard!
What| Lottie meeting up with her people, and running into Shepard late down the line.
Where| Candy arena
When| A bit after the cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| None atm. The thread is started within for Shepard!

This was disgusting.

Once, when she had been very young, Lottie had fallen into the Bayou. She was scooped out incredibly quickly, but she smell and the feel of it had clung to her, and it was the most disgusting thing she could think of.

She would glad go for a swim in the bayou right now. The sun made everything soft and stick. her costumes didn't help, glad to gather a stick residue. She had already ditched the wig and stockings, thought the later were tied around her waist just in case.

Tired, and not really caring if she made a very obvious target, Lottie dragged herself to a shaded rocky outcropping, and did her best to find the least stick place to rest.

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Oh my love, I know you are the Candy Man

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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First impressions.

Who: Some, Rapunzel, and Ian
What: A 'rescue.'
When: Early week Six.
Where: The edge of Fantasyland, towards Adventureland
Warnings: Death, of course.

He'd heard the mutts in the night, too close to the shelter he'd found for Rapunzel. And so even though it was dawn, the thin morning daylight casting long blue shadows across everything, it was time to move. He wanted to find her somewhere underground, but knew that she didn't want to spend so much time in complete darkness. Not after the little monsters she'd encountered after they'd been parted by the fireworks.

He wasn't sure she was actually awake as he slunk along from shadow to shadow, carrying her cradled across his back, her hair wrapped around her like a big gauzy shawl, entirely unaware of how much he looked like a spider taking its cocooned pray back to a lair.

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In the Dark

Who| Volanz and Some
What| Piranhas for dinner, dark places, and finding the bear muttation.
Where| Critter Country, somewhere on Splash Mountain
When| Week 4, sometime after fireworks
Warnings/Notes| Raw fish, eventual character death, and also bear.
( Nothing like explosions to make you paranoid of the sky. )

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A melody of angry growls, a counterpoint of painful howls

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[OPEN]

Arena 06 - Happy

The last few hours before the Arena have a strangely stifled quality, as if half the people they interact with are trying very hard not to laugh. Maybe it's the costumes, the fancy gowns and velvet tunics, the short capes. Or maybe it's their destination.

The round courtyard to which the tubes bring them could not be more different from the last arena. Though outside the circle of pedestals, disrepair and neglect has taken over the roads and buildings, the garden inside the circle could not be more perfectly sculpted. Every hedge is a smooth, rounded shape. Flowers bloom brightly in concentric circles of insane color. The Cornucopia sits gleaming and golden, and just in front of its mouth, a bronze statue of a man and a mouse stands amid the heap of supplies.

20, shouts the voice from the sky.

Aside from it, there is a hush. No flies in the flowers, no wind in the trees. It is a cool day, with the comfortable chill of early spring and noon's short shadows.

19 - 18 - 17

Outside the circle, behind the tributes on the northern side, a castle looms. Through its wide gate, devastation everywhere, but it, itself, is shining clean, glowing pink and blue. Opaque windows look down from the heights of it, as uncaring as every hidden camera the veterans know is there.

12 - 11

Music starts as the countdown nears the bottom, a whimsical, dramatic tune.

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2

1

And with the final note, the gong rang out, and a firework shot into the sky from the castle's peak, bright enough to burst redly across the sky above them all. Let the Games begin.

((OOC NOTES: IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS POWERS THE CAPITOL HAS NERFED, make sure you are on this list.

And everyone really should review the arena post. Because there's a little more to play with than you might think.

And please remember to add your character's tag to each post they're in.))

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You Are So Sweet, A Special Treat [Closed]

Who: Gruesome, Gretel
What: A final meal for Gruesome, but his dinner doesn't go down without a fight.
Where: Somewhere in the Arena
When: Now
Warnings: Gruesome dies, Gretel dies, EVERYBODY DIES.

Gretel was so cold. They'd given her the jacket, and it was serving, but she didn't know enough about the arctic clime to find a means to make fire and so the best thing she thought she could manage was to keep moving.

She's managed to collect a knife from one of the bodies of another Tribute, it's all the protection she has. She assumes she'll freeze to death, but she's hoping that she'll be able to scavenge some more tools and somehow find a way out of all of this.

She hasn't realized the inevitably involved in exiting an arena yet.

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Non-human quadrupeds gotta stick together.

Who| Adel-Makim-Zalur, Some ovMennet, and OPEN
What| Looking for Lottie.
Where| In the direction Lottie last went.
When| A couple of days after the start of the Arena.
Warnings| None yet. Unless finding evidence of what happened to Lottie counts?

By now they had all exchanged names, and the two experienced Arena goers she had found herself in alliance with had informed her of something most comforting. Death here was not final. Not only was it comforting for her, if she should be killed, but for those she would have to kill. She would not be ending their lives, after all. Not really.

She followed behind Some, who seemed to have a better sense of smell than her. She'd found him to be a rather odd creature. Taking up a stance of pacifism here in this environment seemed absurd enough, but when he had offered his own life should he become a burden to her chances of winning... she wasn't quite sure what to make of the offer. Didn't he want to win? Didn't he want a chance at going home?

It wasn't something she should dwell on. After all, their alliance would have to be temporary in nature if she wanted to win. If she wanted a chance to go home to her world, her family, and the comfort of her scoop. And she did. She really, really did.