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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 points to the side, out of the vent-opening, at the wax museum.
....that was odd, he could have sworn that one wax figure's hand was open a moment ago. Now it's clearly in a fist.
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"Some of them are people who where here befur."
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"Before?" he says aloud. "What -- what happened to them? I thought we were resurrected after each Arena. I'm sorry, I only arrived a few hours before this Arena began, and I really don't know what to expect -- or believe."
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"Um. I think some of them were killed here. Not efurryone comes back, and you don't get to comeback at all if you die outside the arena, I think."
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"I don't think so. But I haven't really been keeping track either."
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He looks back up at Nepeta after a moment. "How long have you been here?" he asks curiously. "Not in the vent. I mean in -- this dimension."
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"Um... eight months, I think?"
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Carlos had seen some strange growths, of course: cancerous horns, bleeding stigmata, and other worse things he didn't want to think about. However, none of those had been voluntary. They just kind of happened, and you either successfully got them removed or learned to live with them. At least, that was what he'd observed in the people of Night Vale.
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Sgrub, on the other hand, probably does count as another universe. But that's not where she's from, and they've managed to get out of that well enough. Not enough to be allowed entrance into the universe they'd made, but enough to be no longer in Sgrub... presumably. It's never really been terribly clear.
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"After all this is over," says Carlos in a low voice, "would you mind answering a few questions about your world? It's not that now is a bad time for science -- there's no such thing as a bad time for science -- but I'd rather do it somewhere we didn't have to whisper, and where I don't have to worry about being unexpectedly murdered."
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"Not at all. Just let me know whenefur you want to talk about it, after we're out of here."
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"I'm Nepeta. District 4, although I'm still not sure what the districts really mean."
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So that was that...but the vent problem still was unsolved.
"...now, about this vent thing. I'm willing to back up to the last intersection and let you go by. I think I passed one about fifteen feet ago."
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"Thank you! That would be purrfect."
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He shuffles backwards awkwardly, taking a minute or two to reach the junction, then backs into the T-tunnel far enough to let Nepeta by.
"Good luck," he whispers.
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