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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.
hit_girl_mindy: (Black and white (Mindy))

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-03-08 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think he's a terrible writer" Mindy said, thinking of his other titles, "just a fucking weirdo. But maybe you have a point in what you say. For all I know, most writers do crazy when they make their shit. It would explain the Twilight series anyway."

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.
undercoverprincess: (I'm here because I'm here)

[personal profile] undercoverprincess 2014-03-13 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Twilight? Like the book with the sparkly vampires in it?" Cindy made a face. "I'm pretty sure she went crazy with the idea of herself, more then the characters." Those things are awful. Mindy, why would you bring something like that up? Terrible! Terrible.

"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?"
hit_girl_mindy: (True Uncertainty (Mindy))

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-03-13 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
"She was just crazy from the start," Mindy said. "The retardation of people is pretty amazing. Taking something like a monster and making it poor and misunderstood...that's how you fuck up people in general. They get stupid, and they get killed. This isn't any different. You think kids aren't bad because they're young? Adults are just kids who got crippled enough to try to fit into the role. A kid think they're fucking King Kong."

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."
undercoverprincess: (taking notes)

[personal profile] undercoverprincess 2014-03-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Cindy did laugh with that. Crazy from the start did make sense more then slowly becoming it, in her case. The writer could be crazy, but most of the fictional characters they write become crazy over time. Those are, Cindy knows, the better characters out there.

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."
hit_girl_mindy: (Know what I have to do)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-03-17 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Monsters and people who acted like monsters. Mindy knew she was straddling the line, but times like these reminded her she wasn't there yet, that even in a place as dark as the arena, there was still a moment of reflection, of bitter laughter at shard plight that just made things a little easier.

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.