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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.
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.
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What she'd really like is for somewhere to settle down, even for just a few minutes, and talk about whatever it was that had happened to Sollux after the Cornucopia. But now that Dave's here, and he's been deemed Not A Threat, she can't just leave him here. She looks to him with a smile and a perk to her fins.
"Do you want to come too?"
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Almost instantly, he can't help feeling like the third wheel here, but he can't really afford to wander off just because he feels a little weird. He'd really prefer not to be alone, for that matter, he doesn't trust himself and he doesn't trust most of the people here. Eponine could find him and decide to brain him with a skate, he'd like to at least have some back up. He brushes idly at the front of his shirt during their moment, barely looking up when he's addressed.
"Huh? Oh. Guess so." He shrugs, like he hadn't been quietly hoping they'd be alright with having him around. "I could use something less overtly fabulous to wear, now's as good a time as any to take advantage of holiday bargains." He steps forward, wondering if they expect him to lead. "Should we just walk until we find a place?"
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It's an overdramatic take on things, but Sollux has long been a pessimist.
Dave doesn't even look bothered, which points to success of his act on one side while grating on him in the same moment. How the fuck can he make jokes right now?
His posture is tangibly stiff as he sighs out through his nose.
"I didn't thee any on thith floor." His tone is clipped, but it's a contribution.
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"So Dave, why haven't I met you before?" She doesn't want to linger on Sollux's grouchiness, and he knows how he reacts to talking about feelings in front of other people. She doesn't want a recreation of the meteor right now, so she'll let it go for the moment, and talk to him in private later.
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He gives Sollux an almost sympathetic, barely existent smile (it's like a pixel of a smile, really.) and then raises an eyebrow at Feferi. Ooh. Awkward question. "You weren't around when I was there, I guess. I met your ancestor, though. What's her name? Meekrob. Yeah, I met Meekrob. She's pretty fucking cool, but she never bit me sooo.." He holds up his hands as if he's leveling a scale. "So um, you guys are a thing? That's cute." It actually is.
I actually kind of forgot about the escalators whoops w/e
"I managed them," he shrugs. "Carefully, though." It might help that he had no laces to get caught with his skates off.
His eyebrow levers up briefly in answer for the tiny smile. What kind of tool smiles like that? What kind of name is Meekrob?
Still he answers, "She'th my matethprit. She'th the cute one."
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As cool as Meenah is, Feferi doesn't know if she would want to lose to her. Maybe it's better this way. At least she's distracted by Dave's question, and Sollux's answer; she hugs his arm tighter in response.
"You're way cuter! Dave, tell him he's cuter! With his little horns and everything..."
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The question has served as a pretty awesome distraction from terrible topics, but he still feels the need to cringe a little as they fall so quickly into schmpooy couple crap.
"Never mind, I take it back." But he doesn't want to be a total buzzkill soooo. "I'm the cute one, it's me."
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Frankly, he doesn't really give a shit in the current situation.
An argument about cuteness by contrast is not even remotely important, but it is a solid distraction. His lip curls for Feferi's retort, and at Dave's argument he outright reaches over to shove him. (Just lightly, in the shoulder, with his scrawny nerd arm.)
"You're even uglier than I am," he snorts. "At leatht I have hornth."
Maybe it's a good thing to let himself get distracted. It's not the easiest thing in the world, but it weighs softer on him than thinking about their doom.
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"Oh, it is true, his horns are really precious. He's got a point there."
Dave is cute, it's true, but she's biased towards Sollux, that much should be obvious.
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"What the hell do horns have to do with it? You're space racist, both of you." He folds his arms defiantly over his chest, as if truly affronted by this. "Besides, I have a horn. Just the one, though."
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Dave, however, gets a glare. How dare he not even take a step or tilt briefly or something.
"I helped make you; I can be ath thpathe rathitht ath I want. And your bulge doethn't count!" He shoves again, impetuous, and it's harder this time. Budge, damn you!
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She can't really articulate, she just... loves his horns. Maybe it's more because they're his than anything else. "And besides, they are better than no horns at all."
Peering into the next store, she sees racks of sporting goods, and waves them both along with her. "Come on, you two can bicker later! Maybe somewhere we're less likely to be caught?"
She's not dying so soon just because the boys want to argue with each other over who's cute and whose bulge is bigger, or whatever they're on about.
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He tails Feferi when she moves into the store, keeping a careful watch for anyone who might have the same idea as them. When it seems like the store is empty, he relaxes just a tiny bit.
"You go change. We'll finish our fight here." He doesn't fancy the idea of both of them stripping at once only to be sprung upon.
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hey, please don't skip my turn without asking. it's not a problem this time, but in the future yeah
He grumbles at Feferi too for her stubborn reply, but at least she has fair reasoning for it. Two pairs, that is pretty great. And it is better than none, Dave's stupid argument aside - and those waggled eyebrows get a tongue stuck out between his fangs.
In the same vein, though, he does shush and head into the store. He's nervous too, and his eyes scan around a couple times before he can let himself relax, if not completely.
Turning attention to the clothes themselves, he asks, "Do you think they have jeanth in here? I only put on the thtupid clown pantth becauthe they were all that thtore had."
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He watches Feferi leave and turns to Sollux as he posses the question, furrowing his brows and moving to flick through a rack of pants. "I dunno, man. I think you'd be hard pressed finding something that isn't skin tight in here."
But his eyes land on something of interest and he pulls it out to show Sollux. "Hey, I found something for you." They are the yellowest, ugliest trackpants in the whole world.
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"Wow, no. Hell no. Can you even picture me in thothe?" he asks, features wrinkling up again. "You do not want to thee my nerd thtiltth in thomething like that."
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She does hate to interrupt their bickering because it's so cute, but she knows they can't linger too long in any one place, not when they're out in the open. If they want to travel together, they'd better find somewhere to bunker down and figure out their game plan first. She doesn't give a lot of room to respond, already starting to head to the door. They can either protest, or follow her, but she's not sticking around too much longer to wait and see if someone else is going to happen upon them.
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He casts his eyes around before he decides he doesn't feel like lingering in a place full of things that could be turned into weapons, his eyes falling back on Feferi- who looks too cute- so they dart back to Sollux. Who doesn't.
"I'll hold out for a pair of jeans, I think. I don't like it here." He shrugs heavily. "You changing, banana slacks?" He raises a brow at Sollux.
finally tags this back, I think we can end it here
He'd be offended at Dave, but clown pants are terrible.
"No, fuck thethe," he says essentially to the two of them, and goes to follow Feferi. He's not going to let her leave alone. "Jeanth it ith, if we can find them."