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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.
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[personal profile] friendlyfires 2014-01-22 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. That sounds familiar, but I don't really remember what it is." She shrugs casually. "But you never know. Could be that none of the food will be renewable and it'll all spoil pretty fast. That always sucks. If it's all the same to you, I intend to eat what I can while I can."

Now that things are more cordial, she walks to one of the tables and unzips her backpack to start piling in more stuff.
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-01-22 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"It will. That's why we mow through the perishable stuff first. I call dibs on fresh fruits and veggies."

Howard grabs a corkscrew, some keychains and a snowglobe. He weighs it in his hand, imagining throwing it at someone's face.

"You see anything useful in here?"
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[personal profile] friendlyfires 2014-01-22 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then I get dibs on the meat and spices. If you're nice, maybe I'll let you have some jerky when food starts running low." Willow grins, grabbing a couple hand towels.

She looks around. "Most of this stuff isn't going to be so great, aside from what we've already grabbed" she tells him. "-But, oh." She picks up a thermal lunchbox emblazoned with the Cancer symbol in red. "Don't these things act like portable ice boxes?"
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-01-23 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds legit. I call cans, then." Howard nods and gestures that she should grab a few of those thermoses, suddenly falling silent. There are footsteps somewhere on this floor - he can hear them faintly echoing.

"Let's get out of here," he whispers.