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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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At the response to his question, Starkiller takes a long look at the danish in his hand, noting how excited Hans is to see the thing. It must be good if he could perk up so easily after such a morose conversation. But...
He brings back his hand and flicks it forward, hurling the danish towards Hans' face.
"That tells me nothing."
And because even small acts of revenge can be rewarding sometimes.
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His cheery exterior fades in place of a long suffering sigh and a miserable, thin lipped stare in the direction of the other man.
"What more do you need to know beyond it being delicious?" He asks indignantly, bringing the back of his hand up to wipe his face. "I'm a Prince, not a pastry chef."
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And Hans isn't the only one who can cheekily smooth things over, either.
"You seemed so excited about it," he says, "I thought it only right to share."
But he moves on quickly though, "Anyway. I've never had anything like it before." He picks up another one, not wanting to adhere to the five second rule by picking up the thrown one off of the ground. Slowly, he brings it to his mouth and takes a bite.
For the first time since arriving in this strange new world, Starkiller shows a bit more emotion beyond linefacing and deadpan as his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise in surprise. The explosion of taste across his buds is almost overwhelming after having stuck to basic food in the Capitol and living off food he's hunted back home.
He won't say it, but... Yes, Hans, you were right. It IS delicious.
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"It's no good to me now." He points out, glancing down at it before back up to the other man. Princes don't eat off the ground, even if this is the so-called Hunger Games. "Who hasn't had wienerbrod?" His voice sounds faintly amused as he watches that reaction. He can't help but feel a little pity for him, as superficial as it may be, it reminds him that he doesn't know much about worlds beyond his own.
"I told you it was delicious." There's an air of self-righteousness in his tone too, but his expression softens a little. "What's your name?" That will most certainly come in handy later.
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"Starkiller," he answers a moment later, looking down at the other treats before him. So many different things he could try- and so many things he doesn't feel comfortable trying in front of Hans. It's something he would like to take his time to enjoy and he regrets only eating very simple foods in the Capitol.
He tries something else, though he finds he doesn't like it as much as the danish. "And yours?" he asks after swallowing the unsatisfactory pastry, throwing it over his shoulder.