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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.
drpsychosomatic: (you make no sense)

[personal profile] drpsychosomatic 2014-01-20 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"She'd probably head for the cornucopia," he suggested, supporting Sherlock as best he could. "Alright. I can sort that shoulder out now, or wait until I've got both you and Joan somewhere safe- either way it's going to hurt like hell. Any preference?"
alldeduction: (a pained conversation)

[personal profile] alldeduction 2014-01-20 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"After," Sherlock said soundly. That, of least, he could be completely sure on. "After. Find-- Find Joan, first." He nodded towards a nearby cement pillar. "Leave me there. Go... go find Joan. I'll be fine."
drpsychosomatic: (oh shit what is he doing now)

[personal profile] drpsychosomatic 2014-01-20 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
John nodded his agreement, leading Sherlock to the pillar and settling him there with a firm command to stay still communicated entirely with his eyes. That done, he turned and ran towards the cornucopia, determined to find Joan as quickly as possible.