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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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"What can I say, I like fairytales. They're good for real world comparisons." And this girl could be Gretel. Really, Gretel was a badass. Her brother was one fucked up guy, with his whole vendetta against witches, which then just switched to everyone he deemed 'immoral'. But Gretel was learning magic herself. A real badass.
"I couldn't pull it off, even if I wanted to." Cindy shook her head, letting her hand drop back to her side. Not the iron plate, then. But the belt. That she could use, so she leans back in, pulling it apart.
"Okay, not double oh six." She looked at her with a grin. "So if you don't want to be a fat cat, and not a dead once a month girl, please tell me you're not going to go find a nice ocean close by and walk into it."
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"I was always more of a realist myself. Then again, I love comics, so I guess I can't be that ingrained in the real. It's trippy enough that there's comic book characters here anyway."
She chuckled. "Give it time. Who knows what you can do if you're pushed? But me, go kill myself? Not my style. I'm a fighter. I'll fight because its what I do, not because I care about giving them a show. Besides, you earn a lot about the people you meet in a fighting situation."
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"Comics are just as good as a fairytale. A lot of them get their stuff from the older models." Oh, didn't she know it. And there were people here from comics, and tales, and things that shouldn't be possible. They were all here. And Cindy wasn't fazed in the least.
"So you'll fight. Doesn't matter where, you'll just fight." Cindy wraps the belt around her waist. "I like it. It's not a bad thing to live by. Sounds kind of fun, actually."
It sounds a lot of fun. She'd say more, but there was a beautiful saber right there, and she had to have it. She went over, pulling the blade out and examining it.
"Fuck yes, look at this. This is perfect."
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"You better believe they're just as good as fairy tales. Learned some of my best moves and motivations from comics. Frank Castle, Rorschach...wealth of knowledge and a bunch of kickass stories later, you have someone like me around. But yeah, they pretty much are the new fairytale in a way."
And much more, really.
"Pretty much. Had to fight for just about everything I have, and at times, for a decent amount of respect. I get it enough, even if I still get the flack for being young, probably always will. Them's the breaks though. Fun? Yeah, its pretty fucking fun, most of the time."
She looked over the girl's shoulder, nodding in agreement.
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"The second one, he's the guy with the mask, right?" Comics weren't her thing. Boy Blue or Pinocchio would be the ones to talk to on that, and unfortunately (or fortunately), they weren't here. But Rorschach, that was a test, so she assumed it was the masked dude.
The saber was hers, now. If only there was some way to bring it out of the arena with her, she'd love it. Now she just needed a belt for it, and as luck would have it, the guy next to the stand had a good leather one. That'd work.
"Being a woman, girl, whatever, is working for respect. So you beat the ever loving fuck out of anyone who gets in your way." She looked back and grinned. "I like you, kid. Seriously, you're like a younger me, and it's pretty damn awesome."
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"The best guy with the mask, yeah," Mindy said. "He's the guy that's blood and guts, but does what he has to because its the best decision in the long run. He doesn't even look super impressive with the mask off, but that's sorta the point. He's kind of an every man who chooses to be a hero because it'll make a difference. As you can tell, I can relate."
She grinned. "Planned on it. You know, I kinda like you too. Try not to get fucked up too bad if it comes to it. We both have a chance to win this, right?"
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There we go. Doesn't the blonde girl in a one piece pajama set, with a belt and a sword on look incredibly intimidating? Hell no. She looks ridiculous. Which is exactly the point.
"Of course we do! Let's just hope it doesn't come down to the two of us. Because I really hope you don't go too easy on me." She might not like fighting children, but she's not going to underestimate any of them. Especially Mindy here.
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Mindy got an eye view, and looked amused. Did she look ridiculous? Yes. Was that in her favor? Yes again.
"See, that's why I like you. You actually know its possible I can fuck you up, when other people are so concerned about killing a kid. It's like they forgot who used to exclusively compete in the Hunger Games."
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Cindy went to adjusting the belt again, just to make sure it was sitting right where she wanted it. She looked up and gave Mindy an amused look.
"Right? They used to have 12 year olds in this thing, and so far the kids I've seen in and out of the arena? They are fucking little killers. They'll knife whatever part of you they can reach. I don't underestimate children." Cindy shook her head. "But if they're friends, then sure. I mean, I'd like to think that we won't kill each other, unless it's between the two of us for the crown."
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Though not why so many fuckwits read it.
Mindy shrugged. "Think so? I've only met one like that. The other two will fight if they have to but I'm working on that with them. Mostly because the right kind of adult will see a kid and think they have it easy and try to kill them early. I guess you could say I try to keep the spirit of the old games alive."
As for that who could say? Hopefully that would be the case.
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"Keeping the old spirit of the games alive?" She really did have to try not to laugh. Not that it was in any way stupid, but just funny. Because she probably was. And that was funny. If you had to do anything, it wouldn't be to do that, but hey. Dream big.
"Well, you've made me remember how the games used to be, and I was never here for them." She ran a finger along the hilt of the saber and felt a lot more comfortable then she did before. "So where are you going from here?"
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A good question. "I keep going. This time around our main mentor told me to fuck off, and so I'm gonna start by surviving enough to spite her. But I don't have a real destination yet."
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More solid backgrounds. Emotions. Everything making sense. That's a good character, a good, solid character.
"Monsters, people who act like monsters, let's not worry about them when it comes down to what we have to do to survive, inside here and out." Cindy looked at her new found friend, and a crackle started. The fighting at the cornucopia must have stopped, or slowed down.
"Keep moving. If you see a friend, make sure they see you too, but keep distance between you till you get an understanding. And try not to hide, except when you're sleeping." Cindy nodded. "Keep moving. This is an arena where we need to keep moving." The names started being read, and she frowned.
"Probably a good clue or something that maybe I should get going."
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Mindy nodded. "I'm not green to life and death situations, but I'll gladly take the advice. Wish we had more time to talk: tell you what. Whatever happens later, meet up with me. I'm in District Nine. Oh, and don't worry about me here, I know how to make myself scarce."
As if to demonstrate, Mindy shuffled along backward and disappeared into the darkness.