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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.
no subject
She's serious. She tries to meet his eyes so he knows that. The ding announcing their arrival is sharp and terrifying and Venus clenches her fists and puts herself between Kankri and the opening doors. There's nothing but silence to greet them.
She takes a step out.
"There were bullets at the Cornucopia. Why haven't we heard gunshots, you think?"
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The elevator dings, and on edge as he is, he notices that Venus moves to keep him shielded from whatever comes through the other side of the doors. When the hallway turns out to be empty, he breathes a sigh of relief.
"I'd assume because there weren't guns provided at the Cornucopia. If they're simply metal bullets they require the firing apparatus, right? Without that they wouldn't be much use. ...But if there are bullets, and they were put where everyone is supposed to fight over resources, there must be some way to use them. That's a worrying thought."
He points at an imposing archway. "The weapons displays are in there. I think we may be able to get some protection for ourselves, as well, I just wasn't really thinking straight so I didn't want to linger when there might be other people arming themselves in there."
no subject
She does her best to limp in a stealthy fashion towards the weapons display, turning her head this way or that to listen and watch for any approaching intruders. She takes stock of the scenery and tries to decide on the best weapons; the more she sees, the more convinced she is that the crossbows at the Cornucopia were a Trojan horse.
"If there are guns, it's going to be a very short Arena." She points to the ceiling and walls, then brings her hand back down to her injured side. "Corridors. High ceilings. Ranged weapons won't be very useful, I don't think. Biggest threats are going to come from people coming around corners, out of elevators, from behind things...we need knives."
no subject
He watches quietly as she analyzes the terrain, following her into the weapons display. He doesn't know anything about this kind of thing. When she brings up knives, though, he takes a look around - until he finds a case of daggers, the glass already smashed open, several of the knives inside missing.
"There's some over here," he calls. "It's already open, so you don't need to risk cutting yourself on the glass."
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"That wax figure has socks," she says, pointing to a diorama of an Ainu family. She hobbles over and rips the sock off, wrapping it around her heel so she doesn't have to limp not to track blood. The balls of her feet stay bare, which will help her not slip around on the marble floor. "Take a knife. You might need it to open things or cut up our clothes for material."
Or stab someone, but she doesn't say that. They're clearly in the section on Asian culture, and Venus walks over to a figure of a samurai warrior. Someone's already taken most of the armor off, but not the chest-piece - maybe it was a bad size.
She unstraps it and brings it over to Kankri. "Here. Wear this. Could save your life."
no subject
First, though, he struggles into the armor she gives him - and then glances up at her, worried. "What about you? You're already hurt, you should get some kind of protection."
Now he goes to the case with the knives, lifting them out gingerly one by one to find the sturdiest and sharpest one. He doesn't want to hurt people. He's not going to hurt people. But he might as well have the best knife he can for whatever he needs a knife for.
Not that he knows much about knives anyway, but oh well. There's a spot on the cumbersome leathery chest plate to hang a knife from, so gingerly he does just that. There.
"Okay," he says. "What next?"
no subject
"Next we find shelter. How much food was there, you think? If there's a lot, people will take it and run. If it's seriously limited, they'll set up base there and protect it."
no subject
He clears his throat a little after Venus asks him about tactics, and straightens slightly. "There were certainly far more baked goods in the cafe than I could ever eat, but they likely won't last long. As I said, I've only been on the first two floors, so I don't know if there might be something else on the other ones. But there seems to be plenty provided, for the moment. Which makes sense if they're putting us in an urban environment where unpackaged food would be scarce anyway."
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Which will mean facing the elevators again. She takes a deep breath and assesses how the armor looks on Kankri. It's evident that he's not made for this sort of hell.
"They also made weapons easy to get this time. This isn't the same old survival game it usually is. My money's on there being way more monsters this time."