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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm

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.
dividedgirlofmine: (alarmed | i'm going back)

Re: The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-01-18 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Seeing Harley shaking there in the elevator door is a shock to both of them--and it's Susannah who recovers first, taking the reigns from Detta and scrambling past Harley, so they can set down their bag and pull the other woman in.

"Harley? Come on, girl, listen to me. What happened, sugar? Tell me the sonovabitch that did this to you."
revvinguptheharley: (OMFG)

Re: The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-01-18 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Harley felt the bumps of the elevator door dragging under her and as light filtered into her eyes they blinks slowly and settled on the blob of colors that she supposed was a human.

There was a ringing in her ears that settled as a voice cut through it and she opened her mouth to speak, but a blob of drool and blood had to slop out onto the sticky stained PJ top. The dark wetness only made the red color of the fabric more ominous.

"Zat you legs?" She murmured as her senses clawed desperately to make heads or tails of her brains impulses. A sharp pain made her clutch at her chest curling her fingers into the shirt.
dividedgirlofmine: (alarmed | i'm going back)

Re: The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-01-18 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Honey, no," Susannah pulls the other woman into her lap once she's the rest of the way into the into the elevator. "No, it's Susannah. Remember me? You took me round the compound that time, we danced in the dream Crowning."

She tries smoothing some hair away from Harley's face. "You can't die on me now, Harley, we've got this whole thing ahead of us."
revvinguptheharley: (my heart!)

Re: The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-01-18 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Harley grinned which gruesomely displayed her bloodstained teeth. The door thankfully closed once she was no longer blocking it.

"I don't feel so gawd." Her mouth suddenly felt like it wasn't working and with her fingers twitching she reached up to push on the chin like it was going to make it work better.

"Oh Susannah...don't you cry for meeeee." She hissed and rasped as flecks of blood shot out from her lips into the air.
dividedgirlofmine: (alarmed | i'm going back)

Re: The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-01-18 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Oh Lord. Oh Harley.

"Too late," she whispers, blinking back tears. "Just-- who did this? Let me kill that sonovabitch for you."
revvinguptheharley: (my heart!)

Re: The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-01-18 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who? Who whoooo...owls." Harley shook her head gently and brought the shaking hand to her face rubbing at her watering red eyes. The pupils were getting wider each moment and some blood leaked out of her ear.

"stupid...stupid owls." She slapped at her face trying to clear her head of the feathers that were clogging it. "Please excuse my dear aunt sally? No...no that's not it." Blood streaked her face as clumsy fingers dragged about trying to jog her quickly dissolving brain into one last coherent thought.

"My Very Educated Mother..." she muttered and her lips curled into a smile as she finally found what she was looking for in the puddle of pudding that her brain was becoming "Just Sent Us Nine Pizzas!" Her fingers curled into a fist and fell half hearted onto her belly.

"Very!" She declared tilting her face back up to try and find Suze's eyes. "Vernus...berry...punched me...I feel sick mommy." She groaned and her lids slid half closed.

"Very." She sighed.
dividedgirlofmine: (alarmed | i'm going back)

Re: The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-01-18 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The sentence about the pizzas is familiar, although Susannah can't place it right this second. She'll think about it later, right now she's opening her bag with the hand that's not holding onto Harley. Book, first aid kit, ball of string, pen-thing, shit. She checks inside the kit, but there doesn't seem to be anything she can actually use to help Harley with this.

There's not really anything she can do. Except...

She kisses the top of Harley's head. "Hey. I'll see you on the other side, honey."

Then she takes her bag and presses it against Harley's face, smothering her.
revvinguptheharley: (Nyah nyah!)

The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-01-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Harley's silly grin vanishes behind the bag and her body gives another seizure. Her one functioning arm bats uselessly at the girls leg and she can hear the blood pooling in her throat since it cannot escape from her mouth.

The tremors become almost violently strong as her brain sends out one last strike to her muscles, a groan is caught in her throat and likely drown in the blood that couldn't escape.

As her life fades her body becomes heavy. You never really know how heavy a body can be until the brain finally shuts everything down. The heart stops. The blood ceases to flow and begins pooling at the lowest point in the body.

Harley Quinn had died once more, not loud and violent as she preferred but sick and weak.

About the only thing she'd have appreciated about it was being completely out of control, just how she liked it.
dividedgirlofmine: see no more (dumbfounded | was born and raised)

Re: The death of Harley Quinn.

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-01-19 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Once Harley's body goes heavy, Susannah removes the bag, wiping away as much blood as she can from it on the wall and the bottoms from Harley's pajamas. She uses her fingers to close the other woman's eyes, then lays her down on the floor, her hands crossed in front of her.

Only then does she lean up and press the highest button she can reach. In this case, floor two.