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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-04-02 11:28 pm

Mini Arena 1

The mood is strange, even for an arena. Every stylist is different, of course, but this arena has thrown people for a loop, and they adjust to them differently.

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The clothes are simple, and the tribute are loaded up quickly. Obviously the stylist have been informed what to tell them, what warnings to give. That there will be two sounds, one for a murdered death and one for an accidental one.

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The platforms lift them up, and they are in a tight ring, all facing outwards, in a courtyard ringed by a tall stone wall. To one side is a ring of weapons laid out, brutal looking things. To the other is a ring of supply bags. The pedestals all sit directly in the middle. And beyond them a series of entrances to the maze beyond.

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They've all been warned, don't step off your pedestal early. They have also been warned to put on a good show. Don't kill yourself off, and make sure not to be in the arena when the time ends, without having won. Or else you might not be coming back.

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The sound of the gong plays crystal clear across the opening. Let the games begin.

((OOC-feel free to play out cornucopia here, and then start your own threads just like any other arena. There is still some OOC plotting going around, so I am going to say there are 10 people murdered and the arena lasts 22 hours.))
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[personal profile] saveswithsong 2014-04-03 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as the final wrinkle of this charade became known Rat could barely breathe. But his face was as stony as it ever was prior to an arena. He could almost hear Shion's protest, but he couldn't really think about that now. He had to play to win. Or at least get someone to take him out. Winning too soon had a disadvantage too. Shion wasn't as likely to win on his own. And besides, being trapped in the Capitol wouldn't be good for him.

But by the same token, being a Victor meant he had a bit more freedom to do as he liked. Or so he thought, anyway.

As his pedestal raised into the labyrinth, he couldn't help but smirk. Dedalus would be green with envy. Though he expected that there would be no minotaur in this maze. No, there were likely far worse things. He looked around both sides of the entry point. Bags on one side, weapons on the other. Weapons were the superior choice. He would not tolerate being unarmed. He could always liberate a bag from someone else's care later. He cast his eyes over the weapons. All the blades were far bigger than he was used to, but that machete seemed promising.

At the gong he takes off like a shot, making a beeline for that machete. He's not going to let anyone else beat him to it. The path he chooses after that is one he didn't see anyone go into. But he could very well be hot on someone else's heels.