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thearena2015-02-25 06:29 pm
designatedfreak) wrote in thearena2015-02-25 06:29 pm
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[open] Starting Gate
Who | Max & OPEN
What | Re-arrival in the middle of an Arena
Where | Cornucopia then all over
When | Week Four starting Tuesday evening
Warnings/Notes | Language and possibly the killing of creatures
Max was facing the setting sun as her pedestal rose into the arena. Her arrival, or, as those in charge were saying, re-arrival had been a hurried affair. She was cleaned and gushed over before being stripped down and redressed. These people were definitely pros at whatever the hell their job was.
The arena was cold, nearly freezing, but free from fellow Tributes. As she stepped into the arena proper, Max also noted that the place was also free of supplies. She wasn't quite sure why she expected there to be anything useful around the large horn, but something drove her to look the place over just in case there was something left to take. Aside from a bloodstained grass, the place looked fairly barren. Peaceful and in a sort of creepy way beautiful, but definitely lacking anything useful unless she was planning on making herself a grass skirt.
"Nudity. It's all the rage this winter season." Her voice echoed back at her from a tree. Birds. Well, that's upping the creep factor.
The rules were clear; kill a Tribute or dozen and win the "game." Now all she had to do is find a Tribute. Killing, well, that could be put on the back burner for now.
What | Re-arrival in the middle of an Arena
Where | Cornucopia then all over
When | Week Four starting Tuesday evening
Warnings/Notes | Language and possibly the killing of creatures
Max was facing the setting sun as her pedestal rose into the arena. Her arrival, or, as those in charge were saying, re-arrival had been a hurried affair. She was cleaned and gushed over before being stripped down and redressed. These people were definitely pros at whatever the hell their job was.
The arena was cold, nearly freezing, but free from fellow Tributes. As she stepped into the arena proper, Max also noted that the place was also free of supplies. She wasn't quite sure why she expected there to be anything useful around the large horn, but something drove her to look the place over just in case there was something left to take. Aside from a bloodstained grass, the place looked fairly barren. Peaceful and in a sort of creepy way beautiful, but definitely lacking anything useful unless she was planning on making herself a grass skirt.
"Nudity. It's all the rage this winter season." Her voice echoed back at her from a tree. Birds. Well, that's upping the creep factor.
The rules were clear; kill a Tribute or dozen and win the "game." Now all she had to do is find a Tribute. Killing, well, that could be put on the back burner for now.