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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.

25 - 24 - 23

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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Re: Elsa

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-04-03 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That's mine," the other woman growls. She's got her hand on the other end of the spear, the bottom, and Elsa's grabbing from the top. "Get somethin' else--there's plenty o' damn swords."
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[personal profile] frozenfractalsallaround 2014-04-03 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
This isn't something Elsa expected at all- perhaps she should've, but she'd hoped that she would be able to get something and run. But the odds aren't in her favor- especially because she's fully aware of the part of the spear she's holding.

It surprises her that when instead of letting go, she decides to try and fight for it. "No!" she snaps, tightening her grip on the weapon in question. "You let go, I- I saw it first!" She attempts to get it a tug, with as much strength as she can muster with her shaking hands.
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[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-04-03 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
At first the other woman just tugs back on the bottom end of the spear, hard, but after this doesn't make Elsa let go, a sly look passes in front of her face and she thrusts the spear forward--

Stabbing Elsa in the hand.
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[personal profile] frozenfractalsallaround 2014-04-03 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Elsa realizes a second too late the intent behind that sly look. It's too late for her to do anything- the spear pierces her hand and with a cry of pain, she lets go of it completely, pulling back her hand quickly and quite possibly making the wound worse as she wrenches free from it. With her face screwed up in pain, she cradles her badly damaged hand, trying to fight back tears.

She can't let them see her cry. She can't be weak. She has to do something, she has to- she has to get away, because now the woman has her spear.