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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.

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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[personal profile] swill 2014-04-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't unusual for someone to know his name- it wasn't like any part of their lives were private anymore, but Hawkeye just wasn't sure how he felt with being at such a disadvantage. He stopped at the call of his name instead of when he saw Sherlock ahead clearly, thinking that if he only kept moving and never engaged the man he might get away with slinking near the wall and with avoiding any physical altercation. He winced when he stopped, the broken arm swaying slightly since he had no splint to hold it against. He was also aware the grimace signaled more of a disadvantage than just not knowing the other fella's name, or background. And it rubbed him wrong. "Hawkeye Pierce," he said- standoffish because he didn't know what other direction to turn to. Redundancy was sometimes welcome in his world and Hawkeye felt less low now that he went and introduced himself like a dolt. "Doctor," he corrected. "I just happened to be in the Army." Snappish, maybe. Did the guy know his shoe size as well?

It was a nasty scrape at most, the head injury. The superficial bit of it, anyway. It didn't even bleed, it just stung when the sweat from his forehead rolled past. It made focusing a chore, but it always had been, and Hawkeye was at least sure his vision was, y'know, fine. Enough. He knew the other man's name as well- had caught a glimpse of him time and again in the big televisions. But his thoughts were scrambled. He just readjusted the bag on his back by shrugging a shoulder. He was just dazed. "I'm not wounded. Don't plan to be, either, bub. I want to get out of here just by finding the Easter eggs, don't you?" And Hawkeye hopes for a 'yes'.
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[personal profile] alldeduction 2014-05-02 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"That's the intent," Sherlock agreed, but he wasn't so sure about Hawkeye's assessment. Not that the scrape was bad, exactly, but it was enough to make the man a target.

Why delay the inevitable?

"Though I'm more interested in ensuring safe arrival than I am in the method to do so," He said, reaching out to touch the wall, running his fingers on the rotting wood.

"I tend to find that the ends justify the means, here."