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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.
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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When he uses it to travel up, it's with his back pressed against the wall behind him. Similar to R, he has no desire to take a spear to the stomach whilst attempting to exit the box.
However, his trip runs smoothly enough and he exits the machine with little issue. Nobody has taken to poaching people as they exit, yet, though he's sure it won't be long. With that in mind, he has a little more ease as he slinks through the less crowded level. He's sure he's not entirely alone, but he hasn't come across anyone yet. Yet. He needs a weapon, that's clear enough.
It's his lucky day when he comes across the glass cases as well, though he is incredibly wary of the figure in front of them. He hardly imagines they're a ruthless and capable killer if they're just standing idly by, but you can never be too sure. In order to get a better read on the stranger, he'll pretend as if he only just came across him and gasp as if he expects to be killed. He's preparing to run, but he's hesitating in order to see how R will react.
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"Oh!" R fishes about frantically for something to say that isn't please don't kill me, I just got here. "I, uh, I'm not going to hurt you. We could share?"
R nods toward the case that's filled with stuff with pointy edges and gilded with gold and jewels that could've made District 4 rich for a year. He'd thought they looked pretty. The other Tribute's one he's never seen - or ate - before, with broad shoulders that he suddenly thinks would make a girl swoon and sideburns to die for. R's particularly impressed by the sideburns. They don't grow those like that anymore or, well, ever. He thinks he likes the man's eyes: they're big and soulful and he immediately wants to believe he won't murder him for food. He manages a feeble smile, aiming for hopeful.
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"Thank goodness." He lets out a sigh of relief as he speaks, a small smile tugging at his lips. Still a little wary, he'll shuffle forward as he's invited to share so he can get a better look at both the weapons and R. There's something very strange about him, but he can't quite put his finger on it. He doesn't feel as cautious as he should be, so he hopes the other man isn't intentionally disarming.
A small sound of awe escapes his lips as his eyes dart over the weapons and he's not shy about smiling a little wider at R. "That's very generous of you- oh!" He suddenly recalls the pastries he stashed in the pocket of his pajamas and sleeves. It's not much and, honestly, he wouldn't blame R for not being interested, but he'll hold out a donut anyway. "It's not much, but I'm sure they've been decimated by now." He is of course referring to the lines of pastries he'd come across on the first floor and assuming R knows that.
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He turns toward the case as Hans joins him, making the first of many mistakes in the Arena - he presents his back to the man, showing trust just because he seems like a nice enough guy. R looks up at the donut, surprised, staring at it because he has to wrack his brain to remember what it was. Donut. Coffee and late nights. He probably used to pig out on these way back in the day, he thinks.
"Wow, thanks!" R flashes his teeth - they're nowhere as straight or princely-white as Hans's - and takes the donut, doesn't stop to think that one little pastry could tie him down. He pauses, about to take a bite, and then remembers Eponine. Right, yeah. This goes to her. The donut vanishes into his pajama's pocket. "Where'd you get it?"
Mistake two: showing his hand and just how little he knows about his surroundings. Hans couldn't have found an easier target. R half-turns to him, both hands resting on the glass case. Because he's only been alive a few days, it hasn't occurred to him that a poker face could be important.
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If he's put off by the teeth, he doesn't show it, he just smiles wider himself and watches curiously as R tucks it away. It doesn't surprise him that he might want to save it for later, he hadn't even considered that he might want to give it to someone else.
At the question, he glances around as if making sure nobody else is around. Surely it's a huge secret since it's all in plain view, but the less people getting at the better. "The floor below this one." He points downward with a sly grin. "There were hundreds of pastries when I last checked, but there was someone very off-putting lurking around.." He trails off with a small shrug, looking hopefully for a sword amongst the weapons.
He won't bother with a poker face for the moment, he's going to look at the case with earnest interest, as if trying to figure out how to get into it.
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R blows out a wistful sigh. "Probably isn't safe yet to go back, is it?" There's an unconscious "we" in there, as if he's decided too soon that Hans and him are on the same side. It's a rhetorical question anyway.
With the way Hans is studying the case, he probably wants to try his chances with the sword. Seeing as the guy gave him a donut, it can't hurt to help him out, can it? He could've jumped him at any time, R reasons (and doesn't think that it'd be easier to jump him with a sword). His hand clenches at his side, seconds away from just pounding on the glass case until he remembers wait, he's not Dead anymore, and he can't just beat on something until his hands snap off. Not only would it hurt for once, it'd probably send Hans running for the hills, just when they'd been hitting it off. Better find a tool.
R comes back from the gift shop with a paperweight in hand: it's heavy, probably good brushed steel and molded in the shape of that Disneyland dragon. Beats using his fists.
"Stand back," he warns Hans, winding up and throwing it. R's a terrible shot, but he's also only a few feet away - it's hard even for him to miss with his wimpy arm. The glass case shatters, shards tinkling to the floor.
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"It might be worth a shot." With a weapon, anyway. Hans feels he could, at the very least, lead him back down there. He hadn't wanted to re-approach again without someone to use as cover, not after his strange encounter anyway. If he's realised anything by now, it's that traveling alone lends itself to far too much risk.
Hans steps back as R begins to accost the case, half considering speaking up to advise him but falling silent instead. He's curious when he wanders off and suddenly a little tense, but the other man's intentions become clear when he reappears. He steps back as asked, letting out a gasp of excitement as the glass shatters. He gives it a moment, looking around curiously for any sign of something that will have them regretting that before stepping forward as carefully as he can around the glass and reaching for a large sword and a smaller blade, both of which he seems to have deemed his own.
"I think with these, we stand a better chance." This time the we isn't unconscious and he gives R a meaningful look of appreciation.
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"Me too." He bends down to retrieve the steel paperweight. It's a little awkward to hold, but he likes how it feels in his hand and that's probably a throwback to his hoarding days.
Maybe he can check out some of the other cases. R turns, comforted by that "we" and "better chances" and presents his back once again to Hans, a hand on his hip. The taxidermy animals creep him out, from the beady glass eyes frozen and staring to the dust on feathers and fur. There's that, plus he'd been hungry enough once to try jumping a stuffed bear with M - not good times. There's still that residual ugh factor he gets when he sees these things mounted and staring and reeking of preserved staleness.
"You want to call a truce? You know, for the future?" R gets it out there in the open. "Like you said, strength in numbers. We could split up, get a lay of the land and meet up later."
Sounds like a plan to him. It's probably simplistic but he thinks he's got an excuse for being rusty on the plan front. Besides, he think he impressed Hans with his quick thinking with the case.
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Hans feels like he should see this through, if only if it will solidify some trust between he and another tribute. And then use that trust to his advantage, perhaps sooner rather than later.
"Until we meet again?" He holds out a hand for a shake, raising a brow. He's not sure if R had intended to part now or later, but he's sure he'll find out soon.
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R's eyes glance down at the hand, still surprised that people willingly handshake with him these days. There had always been a faint flicker of revulsion when they touched his cold corpse's fingers. R takes the hand and shakes it, impressed by Hans' handshake. It's that perfect level of firm, authoritative, (manly?), and it's not clammy or dry. It's...perfect. Too bad R can't say that without it sounding creepy.
He settles for a smile. "Sure. Wishing us both good luck."
He knows he'll need it. He's sure that Hans, though, will probably get by just fine.
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A Prince is nothing without a well rehearsed handshake. It's one of the staples along with bowing, smiling and not picking your nose at the dinner table of anywhere ever. He'll smile right back, possibly the brightest he has in this entire conversation.
"I truly appreciate your assistance. If there's any way I can repay the favor, I'll be sure to act on it." Provided it's mutually beneficial. "I can't give a certain time for sure, but if we were to meet on the first floor again I'm sure we'd be able to find a way to take advantage of the cafe." He'll give him a knowing look before taking a step back.