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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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He has a straight shot to the Cornucopia, and he doesn't hesitate at all. He grabs what he can. A bag, filled with something no doubt worth the risks, a vial that looks important. He even manages to grab a knife, and he knows that will be very, very helpful in the weeks to come.
And then he turns, and there's Karkat, in the way of him and and getting away from this bloodbath. He unfolds the knife with a fluid motion, but he doesn't strike just yet. He just grips his spoils close to his chest and charges. Hopefully he can dodge, but if he can't, he's been trained for this. Not this, exactly, not quite, but he can fight and defend himself and take down an attacker.
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So yeah, fuck it, Karkat has this in the bag.
So he leaps at the human kid with fangs bared and claws... out... oh fuck, they're covered with stupid fucking crab claws, he knew that, how could he forget that?
Shit.
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The teeth do make him wary, though, and he tries to curl around his spoils to protect them. He's come so far, and he doesn't want to lose them. He knows enough about how this works to know that should be his number one concern. He snaps a hand out, aiming for one of his wrists. Hopefully he can manhandle his way out of this - hopefully this kid isn't too unreasonable to try any more than this leap, right?
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Hah. Hah hah. Hah.
Eren does get hold of Karkat's wrist, but Karkat's momentum is enough to let him sink his fangs into Eren's shoulder. Sort of. They're not in there very deep, they haven't even broken cloth, much less skin, but still. The weird grey kid with the horns did just bite you, Eren.
Sorry about that.
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He grunts at the bite - it doesn't hurt at all but it's surprised him. He stumbles back just a bit, and i's really just stubbornness that's keeping his loot in his hands. He tugs at Karkat's wrist, hoping to make him lose his balance.
That's not going to be enough, and he knows that, and that's why he's bringing the knife up. Shoulders are good targets. They're reasonably easy to get to, and if you can cut deep enough, slice enough, you could sever muscles. He's swinging mostly blind, but he hopes he can get it deep enough to make Karkat run.
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Karkat lets go of Eren's shoulder to howl in pain, his feet slipping out from under him. He's going to maybe fall onto you, Eren, and then hit ground. Hope you can keep on your feet.
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Karkat drops, and she's already bolting towards him and his assailant. She growls low and threatening, and that might go unheard in the din; but there's no missing the way her lip curls back over too sharp teeth. She takes a swipe at the human with her knife as she drops to one knee by her friend, ready to shield Karkat if she needs to.
"Back off!" she snaps, all threat and anger.
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He points the knife at her, moving backwards and hoping there's nobody directly behind him. "He's the one who jumped at me</>!"
There's no point or reason to defend himself and his actions in a fight to the death, but...But he's not a monster, and he doesn't want to do this.
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"And you're the one with the knife," she retorts. She's already reaching to get one arm under Karkat's good shoulder and around his back. It's a no-brainer that she needs to get her friend out of here fast, before one of the more bloodthirsty tributes sees him laying here like a sitting duck.