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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.
not_cocked: (bitch I will cut you.)

[personal profile] not_cocked 2014-01-31 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Venus is not wrong there, and De let's out a cry from behind clenched teeth as the other woman makes contact, before clamping her thighs shut, hoping to catch Venus' foot before she can pull it back.

It was third grade tactic, but as they hit the ground, hard, she's willing to take anything she can get.

If she can score an injury on Venus foot, she might be able to get away.
celebrityskinned: (Angry - Go Fight Kill)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-01-31 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Venus goes down, and her head smacks against the asphalt enough to stun her for just a second.

Unfortunately for De, she's back up soon, and wrenches De by the waist and onto the hood of a nearby car.
not_cocked: (ouch bad call buddy)

[personal profile] not_cocked 2014-01-31 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
A beautiful car and a beautiful woman, and she was working on busting them both.

This was a terrible day.

She grunted as she hits the car, before twisting, grabbing Venus around her waist and heaving up. Trying to use her smaller stature to her benefit, along with the curve of the car's hood, to tip Venus over her head.
celebrityskinned: (Basic - Dead or Unconscious)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-02-01 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Venus yelps as she crashes down - and as the windshield goes out underneath her, making it a two-step, jerk fall. Her vision explodes and whirls, a smear of light.

She doesn't get up, for the moment. She's not unconscious, just stunned.
earthborn: (they multiply as they are seized)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-02-01 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
When De seems likely to clear out, Shepard leaves Garrus where he's crouched and hops onto the hood. Step off, girly— can you take us both? No? That's what I thought?

Of course, despite her threatening posture, Shepard isn't all that interested in defending Venus; but she does bend down a bit to ask, "Hey, doin' okay down there?"

Shepard's opinion of the arena meshed will with Venus'. You leave the past behind you, and the arena is fiction, each instance isolate unto itself. But for what the Commander was about to do, this was recent news.
celebrityskinned: (Sad - Out of Breath)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-02-01 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm okay," Venus wheezes, pulling herself up. She's nearly upside down, face scratched up from broken glass, back arched over the dashboard and legs on the hood. She grabs the steering wheel and tries to leverage herself up to a sitting position so she can roll off the hood.
earthborn: (like the well-timed swoop of a falcon)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-02-01 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," Shepard replied, lifted her foot as if to give Venus room to scramble out, then brought it down with all the leverage she could muster. It would've been better if she'd had boots on, but one does what one can with a good will, and the firm heel of one's own foot.
celebrityskinned: (Angry - Go Fight Kill)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-02-01 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Venus cries out as her back gets bent back again over the dashboard, and something pops and cracks in her side. She hasn't felt this before. Something's broken inside her.

"-fuck!" She bucks and lashes her leg out, trying to knock Shepard's other foot out from under her.
earthborn: (a warcrime in progress)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-03-03 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's weak and awkward, given the angle and the injury, so Shepard stepped back, out of range. She's not here for a prolonged fight— indeed, she's not even here to kill Venus. That would run counter to her purposes, this early on; there are promises yet to keep.

"Now, you listen to me. Garrus Vakarian is part of my crew. Mine," she took another step back, and the hood popped under her weight, shifting a little. Broken glass skittered by to tinkle on the floor, "Now I'm not one to hold grudges, so this time I'm letting you off easy. But in the future you want to think real long and hard before you go after him."
Edited 2014-03-03 05:15 (UTC)
celebrityskinned: (Basic - Dead or Unconscious)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-03-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Fuck you," Venus wheezes, but it's not like she can do anything about it. She tries to get up and a strangled noise that doesn't even seem to come from her throat rips its way out her mouth.

And so she lays there, wallowing in Shepard's threat and nothing more.
not_cocked: (ouch bad call buddy)

[personal profile] not_cocked 2014-02-04 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry."

De doesn't hesitate to make sure Venus is ok, though, leaping over the windshield and scrambling over the back of the car. Getting the hell out of dodge with her payload is about the only thing on her mind, and she isn't going to mess that up right now.

((End?))