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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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'm still looking for proper clothing. So, if you play lookout while I change, and not attack me, I suppose I can do likewise for you."
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"You've got yourself a deal, sweetheart."
There was nothing but their word to say that they wouldn't attack each other, but Zelos had no weapons, so he was just slightly wary. But nonetheless, he slowly stood up from behind the case, body tensed, ready to react if she went back on her word. He kept a friendly smile on his face, and empty hands outstretched as a show of good faith.
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Kuubey'sHomura's head poked out from the clothing."Then, give me five minutes. And keep close watch on the elevator."
At this, the head slowly went back into the aisle.
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Five minutes seemed so short in idea, but time ticking by as he waited for the girl to finish made it seem so much longer. "Wanna hurry it up? I'm gonna grow old waiting here."
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Soon enough, the hated Kyuubey costume was flung though the air, and the clothing rack began to shift around. A minute later, Homura emerges, wearing a t-shirt with the slogan "I <3" with a circular item under it. As well as pajama shorts. And striped socks, which she has several pairs scooped under her arms.
"I'm finished," at this, she walked forward. "I shall keep watch for you, now."
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A few minutes later, he comes back out to approach the girl. He'd thrown a dark gray hoodie over his pajama top, and changed his bottoms into a pair of sweatpants.
"See anyone else?"
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"The elevator's coming back down to this floor. We'll see if anyone comes out, soon enough."
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"I'm Zelos, by the way," he said, flashing her a slightly chagrined smile. "It's a shame we had to meet under these circumstances for the first time."
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"Akemi, Homura. District 7." She inclined her head towards him. "Our fates can't be helped."
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So.
"That doesn't mean we have to make it worse. Truce?"
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"Very well. Truce."
How did Zelos known she wasn't a secretive ninja, though?no subject
From the lack of giant pink bows.Zelos let it go without saying that any truce would only be temporary, as far as he was concerned. He didn't think he was exactly the type of guy who would kill a young girl in cold blood, but he didn't have to protect her either. If it really came down to it, that was...
But that was one question he had on his mind. Homura reminded him of Presea, acting all aloof and uncaring even in a situation that should've had her slightly concerned, at the very least. "You're not afraid?"
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It was the truth. She had other things she had to worry about; the fear of death in the Arena wasn't one of them.