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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm

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_marshal: (wyattStare6)

[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-01-19 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then what in the Sam-hell are ya complainin' for?"

It had to be one of the stranger conversations Wyatt had had at the Cornucopia... (one of the only conversations he'd ever had at the Cornucopia).

"Get yer goods an' get goin' while ya still can."

And, as if to prove the point, Wyatt snatched up a small case - like the one the man had picked up - and turned, looking for a way out.
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[personal profile] splendid_roman 2014-01-19 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I plan to." Looking at the chaos around them, Ian decided what he'd got would do - going back for something else would only end him with him coming out with nothing. So he went - running off towards the nearest elevator.
the_marshal: (wyattUp)

[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-01-19 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Wyatt started in the other direction, but was cut off by a tumbling pair of tributes, battling it out on the hard, cutting floor. A tangle of limbs and a flash of blonde hair and dark skin, and he threw on the brakes and headed back the way he'd come.

He wasn't going to die here.