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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] swill 2014-01-31 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Would you look at them, though? Just look. What would any psychiatrist say about this? One moment they're both ready to pull their veins out from their arms and the next they're discussing marriage, all the while the world looked on and someone died below or above their heads, separated by the floors only. Hawkeye laughs.

He shrugs so his robe slides part way down a shoulder, leering and lecherous and channeling the worst showgirl flirt. He even bends his knees a tad, even leans back a fraction like there was a pleasant body there to melt into, so that if Colonel Flagg or Ferret Face had been there, they'd have threatened to burn him alive for degeneration.

"I'd get on my knees for an heir," he sighs.

And he runs a hand through his hair, and sighs again, and fixes himself up straight.

A dwarf prince. Huh. His mind's running with things to ask after their death, and Hawkeye realized that the thought of it shouldn't sit so nicely in his head as it did. Having spooked himself, he twitches- he catches himself and transforms the twitch into a suggestive wink. But really, his neck was hurting from looking down. But really-- they ought to move now before they further convinced themselves they were safe. "I think I should be going, darling," he offers, gently as he could, mischief still radiating off his expression. "People will only talk if they see us like this."
emptytrousers: (Tower of Babel has fallen down again.)

[personal profile] emptytrousers 2014-02-02 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
At that, Kili loses his composure, dissolving into a laugh. It feels so nice to have found a friend, someone he can talk to and trust. While it's not been much of a competition in the first place, considering Kili's arrival just bare days before the arena. The last person he'd joked with like this was—

He had to stop thinking of his brother, had to stop thinking of home. Already, he was homesick for the Blue Mountains and his mother's warm hearth and anywhere that wasn't here in this arena. The reminder of needing to move is more than enough to reorient him to the here and the now. That there were dead and dying all around them.

After a moment or two of letting the amusement drain out of him, he nods and unshoulders his bow so they can at least be prepared to fight if they find anyone.
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[personal profile] swill 2014-02-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
This was more like it, aware and not and-- hey, they wouldn't be the ones to kill each other, and that was enough. More than enough, Hawkeye figured, and a chuckle slips from him even after Kili's grown serious all over again and after he has brought back the bow, though it bordered on a yelp, just a sounded exhale. He rocks back once on his heels and adjusts the robe of his again, and feels a surge of guilt but soldiers through. "No, no," he chirps, glancing at the weapon. Well, the one brandished because Kili himself was a walking, living little tank.

"Not around me. I can't even stomach the thought." He says, and the only thing he'd like to stomach was lighter fluid calling itself gin. He thinks back to the man he'd saw in the cornucopia, the fire starting kit and disconcerting lack of aggression. He shakes his head but stops after the first movement, thinking the room was growing dim and that he should try to keep his brains from spilling out his ears. Again, Hawkeye's resolved, knowing just what he means with every word. His game isn't to last to the end. He can't ask a man- dwarf, as the case may be, and Jesus Christ, this dwarf was a prince- to not defend themselves. He knew. The colonel had chewed him out on it before, time and again, hadn't he? Regular Army didn't mean mindlessness, a loaded gun didn't mean-- oh, but Christ, it did. "I can't stomach anything right now, actually, but thanks for sending the taxi."

He should maybe focus on making sense to a person who lived outside of his own head.

A bow and its arrows and the assortment of knives meant that someone would be cut by them, shot by them. Forgive the civilian doctor for-- "We gotta go our own ways." He had teased and danced and flirted but he can't stay the night, bub. The boyfriend was waiting back in the motel. Hawkeye felt rotten, but the clock kept ticking. "I'm needed in the starting gates, and you're going to do just fine, big guy. You have a good head on your shoulders, and you don't look like you need me to tell you that staying out of trouble is a better idea than going looking for it." Fire drew fire and why was he the only man who understood this?
emptytrousers: (And now we're staring down truth.)

sorry for the slow!

[personal profile] emptytrousers 2014-02-16 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Kili blinks over at Hawkeye at the quiet refusal of the bow. Certainly, the doctor had shirked armor and weapon alike, but the dwarf didn't know it went this far. It's yet another sign that this man was different than any other Kili had ever met before in his life, not slow and stupid and certainly not looking for a fight. After a moment of weighing his options, he goes about slinging his bow back over his shoulder. That is, until Hawkeye says they should go their own separate ways. Kili frowns up at him, confusion spreading cold through his body.

Were they not friends? Friends didn't leave each other alone in such circumstances as this. After all, Hawkeye had just said that he hoped Kili would have a friend present if he was killed.

And above all that, it's been a long, long time since he's been left behind by anyone, since he was a dwarfling and couldn't fight the creatures of the wild to save his life. Only recently did Thorin finally start taking him with him on journeys East. It certainly stings that Hawkeye would be doing so, rings hollow in his chest as he stares up at the doctor.

"You're leaving me?" He blurts out before he can stop himself, hating how it makes him sound like a child who could not stand to be left without attention for five seconds.
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oh man, np when I'm the same way!

[personal profile] swill 2014-02-23 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
He felt like a jackass, but what could he do?

Hawkeye made himself look at Kili straight, thinking he had earned that much respect from him. His shoulders stooped farther still, and it wasn't an easy explanation to give because he hardly knew it himself, because he knew he was a flighty bastard but not to this degree, really. For all that Hawkeye's kicking himself, he managed a confident little "Yeah." With a loose and lopsided grin and all. And then of course it falls, and he's at a loss for words.

A heavy hand drops on Kili's shoulder, if he'll have it. And Hawkeye looks more like he figured his cousin Billy must have, all that nonsensical swagger of the guy just radiating. Like he was explaining there were no monsters in the closet and here's why. Like he was explaining the simplest little thing in the world. Over every word was a coat of sympathy, though. Hawkeye simply couldn't not. "Look, buddy, we have a long time between now and the end of this. There are a lot of people here. A lot of things can happen, and a lot of things might not," he says, and feels like a quack. So he lets his hand slip from Kili, and he just rocks back on his heels. Some pillar of fortitude he was. Hah. Hawkeye hated staying somber, hated the truth as much as anyone else around. He sucks in a breath and tries not to feel like he's just crushed some man's fighting spirit.

"My job here is to not hurt anyone at all. I don't- I won't, alright? I'm here to help and that- and that's all." And Jesus Christ, that was a roundabout way of saying a death wish, but it worked. But he was convinced, forgive the stops and stutters. "I'm going back to the starting place and scout for casualties, and I'll be back in a minute if I don't find any. I only got away the first time because this- and anyway, the Arena's a place where you'll want to save your strength just to survive it. I'm sorry. It's a very serious thing." And Hawkeye stops swaying and ponders his words for a second, and decides that honesty is best. Or something. So he tacks on with a shrug, "I can't have you slowing me down, down there."

A jackass, really. And he didn't mean it, but he did.

The wave of self-awareness was nearly too much. Another sigh, another not-quite stop in the flow, and another bout of failed single-mindedness, and Hawkeye has to wet his lips to go on. He eases a step back. His stomach's hurting, and to his merit he looks woefully grounded. "There's a little girl around here. If you find her, could you tell her something for me? And tell me what she said when we meet next. I have this bad habit of running into people I already know."
emptytrousers: (That I wanna tell you right now.)

[personal profile] emptytrousers 2014-02-28 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
While Kili doesn't shrug off the hand on his shoulder, it certainly doesn't offer him any comfort. Every word weighs more heavily on his heart, tugging it further into his stomach as he listens as attentively as he can. All these extra words, though, don't prepare him for the reality, only serving to aggravate him as he tries to follow the thread of logic. At first, he thinks that if Hawkeye's going back down to the cornucopia, then he should go with, protect him with the bow and knives he'd scavenged from the displays. But then, the doctor loops back around to talking about strength and saving it for some other time and Kili is quickly confused.

However, the confusion quickly and painfully lifts when Hawkeye continues, I can't have you slowing me down, down there. Kili sucks in a breath and is suddenly very glad that the hand on his shoulder had been lifted away only moments before. He's heard it before, of course, but he had hoped that when he became old enough to join Thorin and Fili on the grand quest to reclaim their homeland, he would never have to hear it again. Throughout hill and dale, he felt he had proven his skill and worth to the company time and time again, and he's quite fast for a dwarf, he knows but that doesn't compare to a man's speed. Hawkeye is most certainly the tallest of the race of men he's ever met, so that surely means he's quite swift-footed.

Swallowing, Kili reigns in the immediate rude response to the doctor's request. If nothing else, being told he was too slow or too young had tamed his tongue enough to know when making a fuss would not endear him to anyone, not even family.

"If I see her," he acquiesces with obvious reluctance and not a small amount of control.

His mind, of course, isn't consider the fact that Hawkeye said little girl, that there's someone small in need of protecting here in this horrible place. Instead, he selfishly replaying Hawkeye's words in his mind, comparing them to Thorin's and wondering where he went wrong.
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[personal profile] swill 2014-03-16 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
He'd apologize later, and heavily. But now all he could do was think about his negligence towards the girl he was speaking of at the same instance, hurried again by the invisible force of urgency and guilt. Hawkeye would run into Ellie soon, but not yet knowing that another day would come, his gestures are even grander than before. "Good! Good," he says again, and thinks yes, they're friends. They're damn good friends if he's going to signal out Ellie to Kili to search for. And if the dwarf doesn't think it's an important task then to hell with him, you know.

Hawkeye starts by raising his hand so the palm ends where he estimates the top of Ellie's head must be. It's off by a significant height. "She's gotta be around this tall- skinny in the scraggly kind of way but she's tough. She's not too young, either, but I mean, she's a kid. I don't know how many kids you know, but-- so she's about this tall, right? Reddish, brown hair. She has freckles-" and Hawkeye taps his cheekbones with the tips of his fingers. Freckles! See what they are? And her eyes-- Jesus, he knew they weren't brown but. Were they? Oh God, he was leaving Ellie to run back to the dead before the machines scooped them off the ground. There's fondness in his words, fear too. Hawkeye's nearly out of breath, his mind reeling. How many Tributes were there? And they all were raised at the Cornucopia, right? He didn't remember seeing Ellie there.

He's nearly breathless and so he swallows. Hawkeye swallows and pretends to calm himself and there's a loose, frantic little upturn to his lips when he says, "She likes to say 'fuck' a lot. Or 'fucking'. 'Fucker, fuck you, fuck that'- swears like a sailor, I swear. She's a sweetheart," like he was lovestruck himself in the purest sense. "She's a sweetheart but really tough. Tough as nails. Kili, you'll love her."
emptytrousers: (Don't think out loud.)

[personal profile] emptytrousers 2014-03-22 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawkeye's grand gesturing only makes the fresh wound in Kili's heart bleed more, presses salt into the injured flesh and it takes every last inch of self-control to simply listen to the instructions. If nothing else, he can focus on the girl, on finding her and helping her even though Kili wants to ask why he's too slow to help Hawkeye but not this girl. He blows out a breath and only looks up at Hawkeye out of necessity when he sees more gesturing and height estimates. Taller than him, reddish-brown hair, freckles, but even Kili can see how the doctor becomes more frantic and panicked and the nervous energy is quickly rubbing off on him while he's still too raw from the insult. Was he afraid Kili wouldn't be able to find her? Did he truly doubt the dwarf's skill with a bow and arrow?

He redoubles his efforts to capture every word that comes from Hawkeye's mouth, though he's not sure why he feels the urge to prove himself to Hawkeye. Taller than him, reddish-brown hair, freckles, swears a lot, tough as nails. The doctor seems to love her quite a bit, more than him certainly. She must be faster.

Despite the injury to his ego, Kili nods urgently, "I'll find her."
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wrap up?

[personal profile] swill 2014-03-28 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't take a genius to know he's struck a nerve and only kept digging his grave deeper. But Hawkeye can't understand why he always seemed to be speaking some other language. Kili nods and Hawkeye nods and. That was it. He had hope riding on the armored tank. How much safer could it be? "I owe you," he says, and doesn't think an apology would be worth anything if it's clear to them both that there are other things on his mind but he goes on anyway. "I'll make it up to you somehow."

He starts to step away and thinks better of it and reaches out a hand to lay on Kili's shoulder for a moment again- thinks maybe what he's doing is rude because Kili can't possibly do the same to him, thinks maybe if he tries hard enough, the sentiment of the gesture will translate flawlessly through the silence said. Then he takes away the heavy hand and feels skittish just because he has to find something to do when he lowers himself to the basement again, or else he's the loon that Holiday thought he was. But he didn't show it much anymore. Chances were, you know, he was only going to die (wouldn't that excite anybody, though?). "Thank you. Tell her Hawkeye's fine. Try not to get into trouble. You're too smart for that." He had to pry himself away sooner or later, and with a nod that might seem like it would accompany a toast, Hawkeye moved away. "I owe you," he repeated. He'd remember that he was in debt, too, because Hawkeye had a habit of paying those things. It might just strain his memory a little, though, because it was going to be a long few weeks.
emptytrousers: (There’s glory in the dirt.)

sure! c:

[personal profile] emptytrousers 2014-04-09 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Kili doesn't care about Hawkeye owing things to him, or that he'll make it up later; he would rather they stay together here and now. Still, the dwarf won't let a young girl be put in danger because of his selfish desire to keep a friend around. The hand that lays on his shoulder so briefly is not enough for him and once more Kili finds himself missing his golden-haired brother, who would tease him for the frown on his face or otherwise promise they would never be parted. He misses Fili so much in this moment that he can hardly stand it.

Still, he nods along as the doctor continues, his heart sinking lower into his stomach. There's nothing he can say to sway him and keep him from the cornucopia and it hurts in so many ways that Kili is unaccustomed to.

"Alright," is the only thing he can muster up after all of that, amid the choking in his throat.