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thearena2014-08-18 09:38 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-08-18 09:38 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 11,
- aang,
- albert heinrich,
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- cassandra marko,
- clara murphy,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- jet link,
- molotov cocktease,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- ✘ alex murphy,
- ✘ astrid hofferson,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ bucky barnes (616),
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ dennett norton,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ edward nygma,
- ✘ elsa,
- ✘ eridan ampora,
- ✘ hiccup,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ justin hammer,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ kurloz makara,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ natasha romanoff,
- ✘ peggy carter,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ rocket raccoon,
- ✘ ruffnut thorston,
- ✘ skye,
- ✘ sollux captor,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ tess,
- ✘ tony stark
ARENA 11-PaneMall
It’s pre-dawn when the Tributes are roused from their beds and sent to their tubes. Those who’d been imprisoned for the past few weeks had their heads covered before transport to the staging area, and there’s an air of confusion surrounding just about everything that’s happening until the stylists and managers arrive on the scene and try to calm everyone down. The reunions may be happy, but they're sadly very temporary.
The first clue that something strange is happening comes from their clothing: figure skating costumes with bright colors and sequins and ice skates strapped to their feet. Some may even find it difficult to stand with the blades on their feet, but as they're placed into the arena, all becomes clear. The mall skating rink seems quiet and quaint, especially after weeks of uncertainty and stress. Too bad the peace and quiet can’t last.
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19
18...
Above the ice rink (which houses all 100+ Tributes) there are floors with shops looking over them. Large, bright fluorescent lights dot the multi-storied ceiling and create a warm, nostalgic glow to the place. Benign music is piped in from various hidden speakers to compliment the intended mood of fun and commerce.
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16
15…
The countdown continues and the Tributes, some of whom haven’t seen each other in weeks, stare at one another helplessly. That is, until one of them boldly decides to speak.
"We're expected to fight here today," Steve's voice suddenly cuts through the tension in the room. It commands attention without demanding it, a conviction of truth in his tone.
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13
12...
"To turn on each other through fear and self preservation. And we could give them what they want. A bloodbath," here he pauses longer, lets the reality of his statements sink in. Let people realize what he's saying, that this is a choice.
"Or we can choose not to fight. To instead work together," an option so many seem not to even realize they have. "No one here has to die by our hands today," he knows his speaking won't be without consequence, but he does want to believe he'll be the only one to pay for this.
"This is a risk. One many of you are hesitant to trust, let alone take. But everything we do here is a risk to ourselves and those around us," nothing in the arena comes without putting your life on the line.
"I, for one, am willing to take this risk, to choose not to fight," Steve looks around the room, making eye contact with a few people as he does. He's not telling anyone what to do, this is for them to decides for themselves; their freedom of choice.
But he's got faith in the his fellow tributes. "And I've got a feeling I'm not alone.”
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2
1…
After the countdown ends, there’s a moment of utter still and silence. Then...
BOOOOOOOOOOOM
The room seems to erupt with noise and concussive force. The explosions are so violent that the muzak is paused in its tracks and shakes some of the Tributes off of their pedestals, and after the ice fog and smoke clears, it becomes apparent that fifteen of the Tribute pedestals and exploded there on the ice rink. Fifteen corpses lie mangled on the bloody ice: Deanna Winchester, Danny Fenton, Fili, Kili, Kain Highwind, Perry Kelvin, Julian Bashir, Clint Barton, Karkat Vantas, Sirius Black, Rahm Kota, Cinderella, Bunnymund, Robin, Rock Lee, and Rokk Krin.
The center of the ice rink remains completely intact and stocked with a few dozen keys of varying shapes and sizes. This is the Cornucopia and the Gamemakers are compelling the Tributes to skate for it.
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces “The Arena is now open.” The Games have begun.
The first clue that something strange is happening comes from their clothing: figure skating costumes with bright colors and sequins and ice skates strapped to their feet. Some may even find it difficult to stand with the blades on their feet, but as they're placed into the arena, all becomes clear. The mall skating rink seems quiet and quaint, especially after weeks of uncertainty and stress. Too bad the peace and quiet can’t last.
19
18...
Above the ice rink (which houses all 100+ Tributes) there are floors with shops looking over them. Large, bright fluorescent lights dot the multi-storied ceiling and create a warm, nostalgic glow to the place. Benign music is piped in from various hidden speakers to compliment the intended mood of fun and commerce.
16
15…
The countdown continues and the Tributes, some of whom haven’t seen each other in weeks, stare at one another helplessly. That is, until one of them boldly decides to speak.
"We're expected to fight here today," Steve's voice suddenly cuts through the tension in the room. It commands attention without demanding it, a conviction of truth in his tone.
13
12...
"To turn on each other through fear and self preservation. And we could give them what they want. A bloodbath," here he pauses longer, lets the reality of his statements sink in. Let people realize what he's saying, that this is a choice.
"Or we can choose not to fight. To instead work together," an option so many seem not to even realize they have. "No one here has to die by our hands today," he knows his speaking won't be without consequence, but he does want to believe he'll be the only one to pay for this.
"This is a risk. One many of you are hesitant to trust, let alone take. But everything we do here is a risk to ourselves and those around us," nothing in the arena comes without putting your life on the line.
"I, for one, am willing to take this risk, to choose not to fight," Steve looks around the room, making eye contact with a few people as he does. He's not telling anyone what to do, this is for them to decides for themselves; their freedom of choice.
But he's got faith in the his fellow tributes. "And I've got a feeling I'm not alone.”
2
1…
After the countdown ends, there’s a moment of utter still and silence. Then...
The room seems to erupt with noise and concussive force. The explosions are so violent that the muzak is paused in its tracks and shakes some of the Tributes off of their pedestals, and after the ice fog and smoke clears, it becomes apparent that fifteen of the Tribute pedestals and exploded there on the ice rink. Fifteen corpses lie mangled on the bloody ice: Deanna Winchester, Danny Fenton, Fili, Kili, Kain Highwind, Perry Kelvin, Julian Bashir, Clint Barton, Karkat Vantas, Sirius Black, Rahm Kota, Cinderella, Bunnymund, Robin, Rock Lee, and Rokk Krin.
The center of the ice rink remains completely intact and stocked with a few dozen keys of varying shapes and sizes. This is the Cornucopia and the Gamemakers are compelling the Tributes to skate for it.
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces “The Arena is now open.” The Games have begun.
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She shook her head and pushed past him. Winter indeed. She called over her shoulder,
"You know, I used to stand for hours in the snow with no shoes and no coat or shawl. It is nice that you might choose to avoid your fun of ice skating."
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Siroc watched her face, and winced for Eponine even as it happened, and he did find himself re-evaluating that statement. he did still believe, in some part of himself, that it had been a horrible mistake that had made this happen, and that it could not be the way that things went on.
Eponine's face though, and what had happened to Orc did stand out, as she spoke, and Siroc found himself rather sighing, not certain what to say to that. He swallowed hard, considering how to answer that. What answer would they want him to give? What could keep him safe another moment, another hour, even.
"They didn't in this case. Not...killing anyone who is not directly a threat to anyone IS wrong. And it should not have happened. I only meant that they...someone here has to have a good reason for all of this, even though we cannot see it. Things like what happened to you..
...Surely it must be Peacekeepers acting out of line to do these awful things. I don't know them well, but I do know that no sane government would allow for such a thing. I cannot think that anyone in charge here mean for all of this. It's cruel and it's unusual and they should all be punished for it."
Maybe he hadn't been here long enough to really consider what the powers on high were doing, but Siroc trusted, somehow, that in the end, they might still come through. Perhaps it had to do with the fact he'd been involved in guarding a king and his mother, and had seen that many times the things they did weren't intended to hurt and that they had been aghast when this sort of thing reached their attention. Siroc had never been able to reconcile the idea that Louis, with his pimples, and his ridiculous wigs and still childish sulking was the same king as the one who had signed the document that had taken him away from his siblings years ago.
Similarly, he could not fathom that whoever was in charge could know about these other cruelties, beyond the arenas themselves, and either do nothing about them, or encourage them. It still seemed to too much like peacekeepers had stepped outside the boundaries of their jobs. And it was awful and horrific and...he didn't know anymore what to do about it.
"I must believe that it was the peacekeepers themselves who did such awful things. No one could... If that is not the case, then Panem is worst than I thought, and we are never really safe." He shuddered as he said that, hating the words and the reality of them, and hating the fear that they brought along.
"I am sorry for that." He called after Eponine, quickly following her, or attempting to as he tried to keep moving across the ice. "People who speak of sailing and of ships...it brings back a lot of things I'd rather forget happened to. That was stupid, and I'm sorry and I don't even know here anymore. I have to lie, to myself mostly, so I can believe that there's something in all of this that isn't actually so bad. I've kept on looking because what else can I do? If anyone tries anything, they're dead or taken as servants for saying a word against them. There has to be more than that somewhere; there simply has to be. If there is not, then what chance do we have?"
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"I am a bad, rotten, horrible woman. I deserve everything that they do to me." She sounded knackered. "But can you believe we are safe here? Here, in this place where we are to fight to the death and people are arrested in the night and they threaten to execute my Mama, and hold my head so I watch Charles die. We're not safe, Sir. There is nothing to say that when we die, we shan't say so. We are not safe, and I do not know how to fight men such as these. There is nothing to be done at all. But I don't care. I shan't do as I am told."
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"I thought that maybe...if it was overzealous Peacekeepers who hurt you in that way, then that it was them alone. I...does it really go as far as you think?" The question was genuine now, and it was maybe a little stupid, but he wondered anyway.
"I see all that was done to you, and I hate it, all of this." He hated it very much, the idea that there was going to be so much suffering and terror taking place, and it made him fairly sick.
"You are not bad or horrible or rotten, Miss Eponine. Not at all. You would not deserve what had happened to you, even if you did anything wrong. I just..."
He shook his head, his expression rather pensive while he did that, and found himself trying to explain.
"It is so awful as the government itself not only approving, but participating in these measures, then? I know, I know they sanction these "games" and bring us here, but I'd hoped that was the end of it. I did not know they forced you, with your Charles. That is...no one deserves that."
He looked to Eponine, meeting her eyes with his own, now very frantic ones, even as he continued trying to speak calmly, though it was hard not to get angry or scared, as their conversation went on.
"If it is all of the Capitol, all of their government who do these awful things, what can we do? If there is so much suffering, what can anyone do?"
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Just like her Pa always said. She shrugged helplessly. "Sir, I cannot even speak my argot any more. And all I can see is my Orc burning away his stones and screaming at me for not saving him as I am covered in his blood. I just want... I want it all to go away."
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"I may be able to..." He started, then stopped, frowning while he studied said cuffs. "Maybe if they were around heat. Not so much that you'd burn yourself though, I could get them off. I don't know if it matters if I could, probably not."
It bothered him too, that there was Eponine in this condition, and probably those others who'd been arrested too. Siroc wished that he'd woken up to all of this sooner. He might have been able to help with that as well. Although the question...
"I didn't mean to put that weight on you, I just...it was rhetorical, really. I don't think there IS an answer as to what to do. And if you're useless, I think I might be more then. I'm not very good at any of this, and if we have no way to..."
He shook his head, sighing deeply. "I wish that there could be a way. I wish I knew what I was doing. This all feels like an awful nightmare doesn't it?"
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"My whole life for almost as long as I remember is a nightmare. Every day, a horror for me, or sadness or the like. It weren't always so - I were a happy child. I were pretty - all fat and ringlets and pretty dresses. But since Paris, Sir, one whole big nightmare. But here is worse, for they give you everything. They give you hope of a proper life. And then everything is gone. I should rather have no hope at all, so I don't have to lose it again. It hurts like a stab. But there is nothing to be done.
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It did keep getting worse and worse here, though; that was for sure. Maybe the option of keeping his head mostly in the sand had been the wrong one, actually. It wasn't even that much of a big reveal that did it, but the accumulated smaller ones that showed him things were so very messed up. He shouldn't keep talking then, but ought to listen to her instead.
Paris could have ended up a nightmare for him too. It was really like a flip of the dice and nothing else. Siroc did wonder, sometimes, if God was tossing them at random when He decided things, if He even existed. Faith had always been one of those things that he'd held onto but it was starting to unravel now, all right.
"I would say that I hope things will get better, but that's a stupid thing to say with nothing that makes it likely. So it's putting up for as long as you can, then. I think...I've tried to play their game and hoped that it would be enough. I'm not sure that even getting out of one of these things alive would even help. So. I've been wrong hoping that they had some reason behind what they're doing, or thought they did, haven't I?"
It does hurt, knowing that, realizing it the way he has. But then all the same, it's probably the kind of thing that does you good to realize.
"Thank you. For pointing out the truth, even though I still don't know if I'm ready to see it. And please, forgive me for what I said when I didn't know? You didn't deserve to hear me saying that and dishonoring his memory and what you've been through. Something like that would probably get me run through or shot, in my Paris, and there would be a great reason for it. I'm hoping we might start again though, if you let me."
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She shrugs away Siroc's apologies.
"There is nothing to say sorry for.I am just a bad girl with a worse temper, I think. But you still wish to be friends with me?"
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He shuddered at the thought of being found, but more at the idea that he'd be pulled away from his friends. Actually, he supposed that in a way, it had happened when he came here, but he had not, at least, had the continual disappointment and the pain that came with it, more than twice in his life. It was hardly a fair comparison, and, putting himself in that position, Eponine herself made a lot more sense.
"I don't think you're really bad exactly, and I haven't seen your temper yet, but yes, I do. You've been a good teacher, you know, even though I haven't exactly wanted to learn. I think that's something that friends do, when someone's wrong. It's sort of..." He paused, and tried to think of a really good way to put this.
"Well, not letting me believe all of the stories that get tossed around, at least. I've been so scared, but if you can do it, then I might be able to follow."
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Siroc's frown grew as Eponine spoke of so many awful things that had happened, and, when she reached the last of it, he stopped a moment, pondering what he had heard.
"I suppose it could be good to be scared, yes. It would make someone more careful, wouldn't it? It's something of a delicate process, finding something in the middle of scared and angry." He had a lot of work to do, involving that. It would be worth it, though,to find that place. He just needed somewhere to begin. Maybe this arena would be a chance to practice that.
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"You must find out what you will do inside, Sir. I will be found when you want me - if you want me. But if you don't, it don't matter. But you must decide soon, Sir, for I feel it that people are beginning to shout out, and people like us, we are the most likely to die. But for now - I shan't hinder you in the Arena, Sir."
It takes her effort not to just cling to Siroc's hand and beg for him to take her with him. Instead, she turns away and prepares to take her leave.
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"I'll keep an eye out for you, then." He answered, hoping that it was a promise he could keep. That said, a plan required getting some looks around and planning what he could do here. He'd probably weigh Eponine down now, if he went into this being as useless as he felt. He could use some time to think his way through this, and to find a place where he could reasonably come up with a plan. Hiding would be much easier, if he was alone.
"I'll see you soon, I hope." He added, glancing into the chaos as he tried to clear his mind and think.