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thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 09,
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- karkat vantas,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ barbara gordon,
- ✘ beck,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ danny fenton,
- ✘ deanna winchester,
- ✘ diana ladris,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ eren,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ iskierka,
- ✘ jean kirschtein,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ julian bashir,
- ✘ justin law,
- ✘ kain highwind,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ kili,
- ✘ leonard mccoy,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ mouse,
- ✘ nepeta leijon,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ ruby lucas,
- ✘ sam winchester,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ starkiller,
- ✘ subaru sumeragi,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ venus dee milo,
- ✘ willow,
- ✘ zelos wilder
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.
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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.
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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.
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The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
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.
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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.
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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.
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The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
CORNUCOPIA
Venus | OTA
The mental preparation doesn't take that long. Venus has been doing this sort of thing for much longer than she was in Panem. She closes her eyes and thinks of who her allies are, who her enemies are. She opens them when the familiar needle - her 'booster shot' - goes into her shoulder.
"You couldn't warn me?" She rolls her eyes as her Stylist wipes the spot of the injection down. "How long will this last?"
"A few weeks."
"The whole Arena?"
"A few weeks. The audience wants to see if Enjolras comes for you when you need him most."
"That's fucking great," Venus says. She stares down at her feet, at the blue-painted toenails winking back up at her, her feet curled slightly against the cold floor. "Because he's not even watching."
She walks without being led to the tube, not resigned to her fate because she doesn't consider it condemnation. By the time she reaches the top of the tube and can take in the parking lot and her competition, she's got her game face on, her sly, camera-ready smirk.
Time to baptize another Arena in blood. Venus lowers herself into a runner's stance, eyes focused not on the prizes but on the Tributes around her. When the gong goes off she springs off her pedestal and sprints down her lane with the speed of a runaway train.
Re: Venus | OTA
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Charles "Orc" OTA
His outfit made him feel like a little boy again. It even had race cars on the pants and a matching drag racers on the chest of his shirt.
He had to do better this time...had to find Howard. As the countdown began he got into a football crouch and let his beady eyes roam the area in front of him.
With a roar that seemed much less intimidating now that he was human he charged forward with two goals in mind. Find some gear and get to Howard.
It was unfortunate that without his stone skin to protect him...he was very, very vulnerable.
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Sandy OTA
The plan was the same as always. Grab some items, find Pruna. Or failing that find somewhere to hide. She would have to move faster then fast, especially since she was barefoot. She couldn't afford to let any of the grown ups stomp on her feet.
The countdown ended and Sandy launched herself into space, legs pumping underneath her with a mix of fear and determination.
This time she wasn't just fighting for herself, she was fighting for all of District 12. Life was shitty enough for them as it was. The least she could do was try and give them hope.
Punchy | OTA
He ran the last Cornucopia, and then spent most of the Arena cowering in caves and corners, either bleeding or whimpering. It's the worst sort of tragedy, he feels - one which he feels wholly responsible for but which invites no sympathy. The Avoxing was his problem, and he should have bucked up instead of buckling under.
But the Stylists are talking about him being a Comeback Kid, and he likes the sound of that. He suckles on this way to reinvent himself until his ego is fattened again, until he's ready to go out and do what he does best in the Arena.
He's a goddamn hero, and his ridiculous pajamas match that. His tongue is heavy in his mouth, and it's the best damn feeling.
When he rises to the top of his pedestal, he eyes the people to watch out for and the people to rescue. Flush with a strategy, fueled by a goal, he's ready when the gong goes off. And the impulses making him run to help others are sweet as sugar and hot as embers in his soul.
Holiday | OTA
A parking lot was one of the last things she expected. Immediately, she knew they must have been on a low level of... a tall building? If she survived the blood bath, perhaps she can figure out what the building is. Hopefully some sort of hospital...
She scans the items scattered out of the Cornucopia - making a note of the bullets without any guns - before taking a quick glance at her immediate opposition and those straight across from her. While bullets were probably out of her reach, she honed in on a first aid kit and decided to go from there. Escaping the level was also going to be tricky noted by the limited number of exits, but if those vehicles were more than just decoration, perhaps she can make it work.
After that, Rebecca only had enough time to take a deep breath before the sprint began. At least, at this point, she no longer cared for decency in her attire. Hopefully that would play up to her favor... in more ways than one.
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Terezi Pyrope | OTA
The first thing that Terezi notices is the drab grey of this arena. The place reeks of concrete and ash and dingy lack of color--save for the bright spots that mark the other Tributes in their equally ridiculous pajamas. (Thank the mothergrub for that.) But the Tributes aside, the whole place reminds Terezi of the meteor in a really unsettling way. She hopes that the rest of the arena isn't like this, or she's in for a long few weeks.
At least the dim light doesn't pose a problem for her.
As the voice counts down into the single digits, she focuses on the goal ahead. The painted lines are more than a little unnerving and definitely unnecessary. They know where to go, but the illusion that their path is marked out for them, like a runway towards certain doom, makes her press her lips into a tight line. She hopes those Capitol people are getting their entertainment value from watching them all sprint towards that bloody collision. The Tributes aren't the only ones on a crash-course.
The countdown finishes, and Terezi is bolts for the cornucopia.
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Harley Quinn OTA
A flash of red, some black diamonds and you too may find yourself unfortunate enough to catch her foot in your face, stomach, groin or back as she scrambled around trying to irritate everyone at once.
Donatello | OTA
It was a little worrying, to say the least. Even in the previous Arena, they got socks and shoes.
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The darkness coming up from the tubes didn't help, either. There was no sunlight. Either it was night where they were, or...or...
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They were in a parking lot. With...wait. Were those cars?
What? What??
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This was...different. Were they in a city? Was it New York City? Was it an underground Arena, or was something above them? What was above them, if the latter were true?
Granted, Don was never one to feel claustrophobic, given how he'd lived in sewers most of his life. However, the smallness and lack of good light in the area was disconcerting. It didn't allow him to get a decent bead on anything outside of the Cornucopia, and the lighting in the are made it hard to see Mindy or anyone else well. Which meant he didn't know whether going to the Cornucopia was even worth it.
Definitely worrying.
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Don found he had little choice. He had to go for the Cornucopia. Whether or not he wanted to. He took a deep breath, bending his knees.
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And he was off when the gong rang, his feet slapping against concrete as he ran.
Joan Watson
When her platform rose into the arena, she blinked, eyes narrowed slightly, peering into the dimly lit space. This...was weird. Was the rest of the arena outside this parking garage? Was it some sort of urban landscape? An office building? A mall? She thought she could make out Sherlock several platforms to her right. She couldn't see John at all.
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She looked at the cornucopia. She could get to it. She could run on the concrete. She ran on the concrete all the time.
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A quick glance around, and she crouched, eyes on the structure.
2...1...GONG
Joan dashed toward the cornucopia. She didn't look at anyone else, focusing on getting their quick and getting out quicker. She paused when she saw what the supplies up close, though. They looked...useless.
She saw a first aid kit, and went for it.
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Gabriel | OTA
Ha ha, guys. Ha. Good one. El oh el. Much funny.
He continued huffing about it until the tube closed around him. He looked up to watch as he ascended out into the parking lot, getting a view of the Cornucopia, tributes, all that good stuff. Finally, finally, he was a little scared. All of that ignoring it hadn't done all that much good, like he knew from the start.
He let his fear out in another breath as he shifted on the pedestal and took a good look at the treasures before them all. He wasn't at a great advantage and he knew it, so this was his best bet, so long as he was careful... This could even be fun. Might as well be. What else was he gonna do about it?
He smirked at the bullets, first-aid kits and... laser pointer. Oh, he had to have that. Gabe jumped in place for a second until the time lulled out and he sprinted into action. This angel's jumped into heavier battles than this to carry messages to and fro only to come out unscathed. Granted, he wasn't nearly as quick anymore, but it was all in the dance really.
He slid on one knee to grab that laser pointer before going for other stuff. Laser pointers are important.
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Howard | OTA
Rabbit pajamas. Howard guesses that he's at least fortunate they didn't decide to take a page out of A Christmas Story and give him bright pink ones with ears. He can barely breathe by the time he gets to the top of his pedestal; his lungs seem determined to rebel, pulling in shallow mouthfuls of air that he knows aren't enough for the speed he needs to get out of the Cornucopia unscathed.
He looks for Wyatt and John and Orc and Ellie, but he can't really see them from this distance, and some dim, snarky part of his brain says he should have just bitten the bullet and gotten glasses back when he had a chance.
The gong goes off before he's ready - he's been too lost in his fear to keep track of something as basic as numbers - and he trips off his pedestal before taking off at a breakneck run towards the Cornucopia.
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Homura | OTA
Truly a deft piece of humor on her Stylists' part. Of course, she knew the Capitol likely had a hand in its making, to remind her. To point out to her the obvious.
Remember. We can bring whoever we want with us.
She intended again to use the explosives in the platforms, but first, she'd need supplies. She'd need to know where she was and how the Arena was laid out. Until then, she was at the mercy of the Cornucopia.
And of the giant concrete pillar in front of her face. Excellent.
And so she waited, the countdown going to zero, thinking about what she would do. When, at last, the countdown reached its end, she stood, unmoving, staring at grey for two whole minutes.
Let everyone get there first. Let everyone fight.
Then she'd take her pick when no one was looking.
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Cuthbert - OTA
He zeroed in immediately on the cornucopia, and only gave a passing glance to the people to either side of him. No one there that he specifically didn't want to kill, although if it came down to it, he would do what he had to do. For the moment he just wanted to grab what he could and leave alive.
Sherlock | OTA
He was not thankful, however, as he raised into the cornucopia and saw a massive concrete pillar standing between him and his chance at survival. He let out an annoyed breath through his nose, scanning first for John and Joan as the clock began to count down. He couldn't decide what to aim for as he couldn't see it, but it hardly mattered. They were obviously in an urban complex of some kind (the cars beckoned to him quietly), and the only exits he could see were the elevators behind him, but he did not want to be stuck in a concrete jungle without supplies. So. To the cornucopia it was.
As the gong rang, Sherlock dashed off the platform with a speed that only four previous arenas could provide.
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Kain Highwind | OTA
Not that he can do anything about that. After last minute preparations from the stylists, he awaits the moment, trying not to think about how chilly he feels, how aggravatingly exposed this selection of outfit makes him... and then he's finally launched up into the arena.
He's gotten the idea by now, what he ought to be looking for, and he spots it at once. While not totally behind a pillar, there's one obscuring about half his view. But he knows the general direction to take, and can see some promising supplies awaiting. There's no question that he's going for it. He's hoping he can get a weapon out of this, but doesn't see anything much along those lines from where he's standing.
As the countdown commences, he waits, tensing and preparing to run...
...and there's the gong. Kain takes off in a run, prepared to fight for anything he can get his hands on. He just can't stop thinking how badly he wishes he were properly armored...
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open
When it hit zero he sprinted for the cornucopia, relying on his size and strength to elbow others out of the way and get in and out of there as fast as he could. He didn't have the time to decide what to get, or rely on a bag having something useful. So he just grabbed the firestarters, knowing that at least they'd be showy when he used them.
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Ellie | OTA
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Susannah | OTA
Karkat | COME AND STAB HIM EREN
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Hawkeye Pierce | OTA
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Eliot OTA
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Danny Fenton | OTA
give me all the CR
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Re: CORNUCOPIA
Brainiac 5 | OTA
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Courfeyrac ; OTA
Mindy Macready
Rat
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Garrus | OTA
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Sigma KIim | OTA
Initiate OTA
ELEVATORS
Kili (ota!)
The darkness isn't an issue to the dwarf, nor is all the concrete, but he still doesn't quite know what's going on. That can't be serious in expecting people to kill each other for sport. Right? When the countdown finishes, he stands on his pedastal for a few beats longer, staring at the mad rush for the cornucopia. As soon as the first bit of blood is spilled onto the concrete though, the archer can at least gather that he doesn't want to be down here. He glances around to find the semi-familiar double doors that usually belonged to the magic steel carriages. They could take him out of here.
He doesn't waste any more time as he sprints across the cold concrete, listening to the sounds of battle behind him, and jabs the button for the elevator. Okay magic carriage, don't fail him now.
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The death of Harley Quinn.
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Starkiller | OTA
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Some, after his try for the stairs. for Pruna.
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Justin (OTA)
PARKING LOT
Some || OTA but especially De
This part was familiar. He could feel his heart speed up as he looked around at the circle of tributes, all waiting. The smell of tension was thick under the low, comforting ceiling.
The moment the signal rang, Some sprinted for one of the exit signs like a filing drawn to a lodestone, down on all eights and running in undulating leaps.
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Mouse | OTA
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Subaru | OTA
Holiday | Punchy | OTA to whoever wants to go for a joyride
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Julian Bashir | OTA
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FIRST FLOOR
Prince Hans | OTA
The pajamas seem wildly inappropriate for battle, but they're a lot less embarrassing than the other outfits he'd managed to see before hightailing it out of there. The silence of the first floor is deafening in comparison to the chaos downstairs, he's treading as quietly as he can whilst he makes his way around.
He needs a weapon currently, he'd take anything he could get his hands on right now. Anything is a weapon in the hands of someone desperate enough, after all. When he finds the cafe, he makes a beeline for the cafe, searching for knives or forks or anything pointy. What he finds instead are pastries and what appears to be components of coffee. Not quite what he'd hoped for, but it's something. He tucks a few of the packets into his sleeves, longing for a bag but making do without one.
The pastries seem too good to be true, so while he thinks he's alone he'll crack one open and sniff it. There doesn't seem to be any issue with it so far, but it pays to be safe.
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SECOND FLOOR
Homura changes her clothing | OTA!
She managed to get into an elevator, somehow, and to the second floor, after pressing all of the floor buttons to throw anyone who might follow her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the gift shop, and she quickly made her way in, homing in on the clothing section.
So she searched for a more acceptable outfit. Whenever she heard the ding of the elevator, she quickly hid behind shelves, waiting, watching whoever came off, just in case she'd have to fight.
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Max || OTA
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R || CLOSED TO HANS
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For Hawkeye!
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For Howard
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OTA! and one closed prompt
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Re: SECOND FLOOR
bonus points for reference
I missed it, though I was tempted to have Mindy answer "AAAH"
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Sam Winchester | OTA
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Kain Highwind | OTA
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Diana // OTA
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THIRD FLOOR
Cafeteria
Down one length of the dark hall he could just make out the sloping head of a familiar figure - that it wasn't moving, did nothing to stop the hair from leaping up along the back of his neck. The other way, a glass wall, behind the grime of which he could see tables, chairs....
He took off for them at a sprint, the bag he'd won from the Cornucopia bouncing against his hip.
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Cafeteria, Day 3 | for Julian
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Cafeteria | for Howard and Ellie
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FOURTH FLOOR
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But the floor so far is silent, though the silence just makes it eerier. Silence and huge creatures, just bone hanging as if alive. She traced the shapes of a raptor with horrified eyes, waiting for it to turns its head and come at her--but nothing. Quiet and still. It felt like death on this floor and she wants to crawl back into the elevator.
The quiet ding of an approaching elevator sends her flying though, scrambling through bones and behind some large creature covered in fur, She's small enough to hide behind a leg, eyes watching through the dim and dark to see who might be approaching, if anyone.
technically the vents on the fourth floor - for Willow
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later on in the week - for Kili
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FIFTH FLOOR
Mouse | OTA
After discovering there wasn't much point in having a car with no where to go- and that carphones apparently weren't a thing here- Mouse had pocketed the keys and finally made his way up into the museum proper. He wasn't sure what kind of messed up program he'd apparently glitched into after the agents hit, but after the little murder display downstairs what he was sure of was that he wasn't that keen on sticking around to find out. So all the pretty things were ignored as he made a beeline to the small office where the projectors sat. Computer? Check. And, more importantly, a phone.
Mouse grinned ear to ear as he slid to sit back against the wall, head no longer visible through the small projection window, taking the phone down with him. A moment later he had the handset cradled against his ear.
No dial tone.
"Tank, Tank! Stop messing around."
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Carlos | camping in the planetarium | OTA
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SIXTH FLOOR AND ROOF
Lindsey OTA
Lindsey backed up two steps and realized that not only his long gone district mate was there, but others too. Lorne, Chris... People he knew, people he killed. Those who were gone and vanished several arenas ago were all here, immortalized in their wax figures. Some of them have already been ransacked, clothing taken or weapons removed, but it would seem that they bore a likeness even beneath the clothes. Soon Lindsey was walking among them carefully, keeping one eye for enemies and another for whatever was left to lift.
"You still owe me a drink," he said, stopping in front of Chris. He turned and right next to him was Dean. "You too. Should've gotten my payment before I killed you."
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Closed: Perry and Eponine
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Holiday & Eliot | Closed
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Closed to Nepeta, vents of floor 6
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