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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.
20
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.
17
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.
14
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.”
… 3
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.
yeah don't worry
But as it happens, she has three names: "Carlos, Donatello, and Mindy--although I don't know if Mindy's in the arena or not. She was arrested when I was and they might try to punish her by sending her back, but I won't know until I see her. Carlos is a bit older than me and he's not much of a fighter, but he's from a very dangerous place--or anyhow, everything he's said about it makes it sound like it's dangerous--and he's good at surviving. And he's very smart. If you see a man with perfect hair in a lab coat that's him."
She rakes her fingers through her halo of hair. "Donatello's... he's probably no older than twenty. He's clever, a good fighter... and he's a man-sized turtle. Not a taheen with a turtle head, an actual turtle. And a ninja. He's a teenaged ninja turtle and yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds but it's true. You... ought to be able to find him easily, he's the only turtle around."
She looks to the gunslinger, then. "Mindy's someone I've been meaning to introduce to you, actually, Roland. She's Jake's age, though she acts older, and she's very good at fighting, especially if you can get her a gun."
I return from the dead! -spooky noises-
"I will." He answers, not quite truthfully. He is a lot smaller and more mobile than either of them, and he is more than willing to take risks if that means keeping Roland and Susannah alive longer.
He silently absorbs the information about their allies- it is kind of hard to accept the man-sized turtle, though (and the image that his brain makes for this concept is not like a teenage mutant ninja turtle at all). Way harder to believe than Ronald Regan as president, Suze. Jake isn't exactly the best judge of perfect hair (or hair at all really to be honest) either, so he's just going to keep an eye out for an older guy in a lab coat. And two girls around his age...yeah, the two of them had gotten awfully vague since being abducted.
"What should I do if I run into one of them alone? No one here will just take my word that I know you guys, right?"
[ooc: I am back from having a really serious infection! I am so sorry I just disappeared like an industrial-sized butthole. I'm definitely not 100% yet but I am at least functional now. I hope I didn't hold either of you up >: ]
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Roland pushes aside that hope, hope tangled all up in thoughts of Cuthbert who, though here once, is not going to come back and perhaps never should have been trapped in Panem in the first place. He's mostly used to doing that, pushing those thoughts back, and after a moment picks up his sentence where he'd left it. "I haven't made as many allies as I should have. Signless should be safest - he's a, ah... Does your world have a word for it, Susannah? Someone who doesn't fight. Not offensively, anyway. There are a few who look similar to anything I'd describe, but I'll try later on. For now we ought to..."
And there he loses steam. "We ought to do something. Choose, um, choose a place to stay for the night. Gather certain things." There must be something. Something that needs to be done before Roland has to finally face sitting and thinking about all this. He looks to Susannah, eyebrows raised, hoping she'll be able to pick up his slack.
((ooc: Health definitely comes first. I hope you feel better soon!))
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"A pacifist?" Susannah suggests. "I know who you're talking about, he's one of those trolls. Trolls are a kind of space alien," she explains to Jake, "with grey skin and orange-striped horns and there's a few of 'em here, but most of the ones I've seen in a long time have been teenagers. Roland's friend is one of the few that isn't."
She runs a hand through her hair. "So far this place doesn't look too bad for tonight, at least if we attempt to hide behind the counter or a large display. We'll want food and better clothes and some sort of weaponry to start with. I can handle clothes at the department store--I should be able to find Roland a purse there too or at least a handbag--and you two could check the toyshop like Jake suggested and maybe scout out the rest of the lay of the land."