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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] 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)
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[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.