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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.
sleeplessinalternia: (56 You say it's money that we need)

[personal profile] sleeplessinalternia 2014-02-01 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
He takes the crab-claw down. "Yeah, I figured. And look, it's a fucking TEAM PORCUPINE shirt. I've always wanted my wounds to be dressed with the wishes and dreams of a bunch of weirdos who ship that crazy girl in your district from the planet France with that guy who's made out of rocks."

He squints at her backpack. "Why is my face your backpack? And where the fuck did you get the shipping shirt anyway?"
pythianjudgment: (pic#7427735)

[personal profile] pythianjudgment 2014-02-20 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's a gift shop over there! Souvenirs, T-shirts, bags, all kinds of merchandise." It probably sounds like she's making things up... but she really isn't. For once, she's being completely serious, and it still somehow sounds completely fake.

"I got this bag in the shape of your head because it was big and empty and full of hot air. Almost like the real thing!" She talks while pouring water over the wound, trying to wash the blood and any dirt away. She uses a crap of the t-shirt to pat it dry, then starts wrapping it up with the strips she tore apart.

"When I finish here, I can unzip the mouth and stuff everything into it. Then we can go ransack the place some more."
sleeplessinalternia: (56 You say it's money that we need)

[personal profile] sleeplessinalternia 2014-02-20 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
He rolls his eyes, but there's a part of him that's kind of stupidly happy that she's carrying around something that looks like him. "Sounds good. There has to be something useful. Hey, maybe there'll be some food stores. I went to an aquatic beast viewing hive here once--the gift shop had all sorts of aquatic beast shaped candy. And we can get some clothes that are less stupid looking too--even if your stylist seems to have raided your actual sylladex for yours."
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[personal profile] pythianjudgment 2014-02-26 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Rude. I never actually owned a dragon-themed onesie. Capes on the other hand... That's entirely different." Not that she wouldn't have liked to own this onesie. Maybe she'll ask her stylist to remake it for her once they're out of here. For the meantime, Karkat's right (for once). It would be better if they didn't stick out like big red beacons.

She pulls the last of the make-shift bandages tight. Hopefully that will hold for a while. "Alright," she says, stuffing everything into the mouth of the backpack as promised and getting to her feet.

"Let's go find something not cripplingly dorky to wear."