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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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3
2
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.))
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.
20 - 19 - 18 - 17 - 16
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.
11- 10 - 9 - 8
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.
5 - 4
3
2
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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Her other hand grabs Courfeyrac's. "Lead the way. I can't see as far ahead as you can." She ushers Wyatt around, trying to still protect Guy with her body. "I can't see over all these machines."
A neck of the machine whips about and swings a taut thread at Wyatt's throat like a garrotte.
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Death, having a joke at his expense.
Gritting his death against it, he shimmed through the gap, and stuck a hand back after him. Reaching to yank one of them through behind him.
"Grab a'hold."
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"This way! Quickly!" He tugs at Venus, so that he won't lose her or Guy in the chaos.
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He let Venus get pulled through first.
"I'm the smallest, I'll go last."
He was taller than Venus but not by much and muscles aside, he was just built far tinier and thinner. If they had to go single file anywhere, it meant he had the best chance of squeezing through the worst of the gaps as they closed.
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There's a sound of metal slamming on metal behind them, and figuring there's no way that's good, Venus picks up her pace even more, wiggling through the entrance as it tightens. She reaches back through for Guy. "Move! Come on!"
They're almost clear.
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Squeezing his fist against the bloody tear, he fought to ignore it. Knowing he could worry about that, after they saved their hides.
There had to be a way out, it had to end somewhere....
There. He glimpsed the archway beyond the tumbling machinery, the pavilion beyond like something from the other side of the pearly gates.
"This way! Come on!"
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"Can you see it? Is it there?"
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Murder murder murder murder murder.
The only reason someone wouldn't leave some for everyone was if they were the very worst people.
Guy shimmied his way through, sometimes having to duck through closing gaps, sometimes having to climb on parts of the debris to keep his legs from getting skewered, his hands getting sliced up in the process.
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"I'm out, I'm out!" she says, reaching a hand back in and grabbing Guy to help pull him through. She sees Courfeyrac emerge a few feet away, Wyatt ahead of her, and they are now free of the metal and thread nightmare. "Are we all in one piece? How many of us are bleeding?"
Tetanus shots for fucking everyone.
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Readying for the next unfortunate tributes to stumble into the web.
Shaking his head at it - at the Capitol, her citizens, eating this up - he turned to the others.
"Anybody off bad?" he asked, looking between Guy and Venus, both with dark, red stains blooming under their uniforms. "The kit don't look like much, but we might have somethin' to help."
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"Uh. You mean like that?"
He twisted around so they could see his back.
His shirt was slightly shredded in the back and there was a massive cut that ran horizontal across his whole back. It wasn't likely to be fatal but it definitely needed tending.
"Does that count as bad? I might need to take care of that. Yeah."
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She glances up, as if aware of the clock and the strains, the guilt, the impatience that will come with it.
"We can figure out a strategy while that happens. I can go with someone and try to get the ribbons. That's what it is for this District, right?"
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"I can do this." It'd hurt like a bitch for Guy, but Wyatt could stitch it.
He glanced up, turned to Courfeyrac as he reached for the closure on his bag. "You up for goin' with her?"
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But he doesn't exactly have a plan on how to retrieve the tokens. He's more of a man of action than one of planning.
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He sat down an pulled his shirt over his head so Wyatt had access to his back.
"Already a given, but be careful," said Guy. "And yell if something looks bad."
If they had to, Wyatt and him could jump up and try to help even if Wyatt hadn't finished. He didn't like the idea of splitting up even if they wouldn't be that far apart.
exit V and Courf
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"Better get as comfortable as ya can, son," he advised. "This is gunna take a few minutes, an' I don't expect it'll tickle any."
Setting his bag down, he picked up Guy's shirt and began to fold it, making a nice thick square for the man to bite down on.
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He knew what he was doing. They did things like that back home. During most of the night he'd suffered from a very nasty scorpion skin, they wrapped some soft skins around a piece of soft wood so he didn't bite off his own skin.
"Are you doing the thing I've seen where people sew their skin shut?"
This was not going to be fun.
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He shifted down onto his knees and gestured for Guy to join him, holding out the shirt with his other hand.
"Remember to breathe, now. ...I'll be as quick about it as I can."
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It wasn't a happy place because if it was place you had to go to when something miserable was happening, it couldn't really be all the way happy.
Rubbing his temple with the other finger for a few seconds, he finally said, "Okay. Commence with the gross, painful thing."
Then he put the shirt in his mouth and bit down, inhaling deeply through his nose and trying not to tense up.
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It took a moment more to thread the needle, but then he reached over and gave the young man's shoulder a pat as he leaned over him.
"Steady, son."
Then, starting with the deepest of the wounds, he began to sew.
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Eventually though, he let out a long, shuddering breath around the shirt, his head wobbled, and his mind seemed to wander off somewhere else. The only sound he made was the occasional hiss through the cloth as the needle entered his skin or when a stitch was pulled taught.
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Whatever happened next, Guy had Wyatt's respect.
When he finally reached the end of the thread, he leaned forward, biting it free from the needle and knotted it as best as his blood-slick hands would allow. He spared some of the precious water to rinse his hands and to wash Guy's back clean of the worst of it.
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"Are we done? With the painful thing?" he asked in a very strangled voice, wiping at his wet face. Between the sweat and possibly a few tears, it was a little on the grimy side.
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Wrap?