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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2015-05-25 01:44 pm

Arena 14: A Grimm Age

The morning breaks to a familiar routine for most of you. Bright and early the Tributes are roused by their escorts and stylists, escorted from their rooms and to the waiting hovercraft. The flight takes them a few hours out from the Capitol and after landing they are escorted quickly into an underground complex to be prepped. Tributes will find to their dismay that their outfits are a little less practical and a little more costume this time around, the ratio of which depends entirely on the whims of their stylist. Peacekeepers will appear almost immediately after they've finished dressing to put them in the waiting launch tubes.

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They rise up from the ground and -- phew, what's that smell? The Tribute's look around them to see a full-on medieval village, constructed entirely from wood and thatch. There are empty pens that might have once held pigs and chickens attached to the houses and a well is visible down the street. What commands attention though is what's in the centre of the village square where the Tribute's are standing; a pyre built around a tall wooden stake. Those who look amongst the piles of twigs and wood will see the gleam of weapons, as well as backpacks containing survival supplies. This is your Cornucopia, Tributes.

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Anyone who tries to look further afield, over the roofs of the houses, will see the main feature of this arena looming above them. The castle stands tall and forbidding, a monstrous sized building of stone with flags bearing the emblem of the Capitol flying from its parapets. From here, if they squint, they can see the drawbridge is down and the portcullis is open. For now.

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A triumphant sounding of trumpets is what signals this arena's beginning and with it those Tribute's with powers may feel a sudden tingling in their bones, a rush of energy as those powers are restored to them. Any with constantly active abilities will find a light illuminates immediately over their head, signalling that something about this powered arena is going to be a little different from the last. For those who try to use their powers right off the bat... well, they'll be in for a nasty shock.


[[OOC: A mod reminder that this arena is designed to punish Tribute's for using powers. If your character will attempt to use powers at any time in week 1 of the arena it needs to be reported here to be RNG'd by the mods for chances of success or injury.

There will be a thread on Death Roll posts for subsequent weeks power usage to be reported.]]
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2015-06-02 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no, Steve has a sense of urgency, a very strong one, but right now Dave is the most prominent threat to him, so he's kind of dealing with the one at hand. The others are a few more steps removed than Dave, so he's not really as immediately worried about them. Not to say he isn't, because he is, deeply so, but he's prioritizing here. You deal with the snake at your feet first, then the lions prowling around nearby.

But then Steve sees the recognition crawl across Dave's face like a punch to the gut, making Steve realize that Dave wasn't offering help to him but to some fallen fool he just stumbled across. He's torn between wanting to reprimand Dave for being reckless or praise him for being selfless. Either way, it makes him more conflicted about Dave's intentions towards him.

Not that they stay conflicted for long when the boy grabs and hauls him up by his arm, confirming just how much danger he's in if Dave decides to act. The boy's grip on his abused arm send pain lacing up it, causing him suppress a very unwanted yelp.

Gritting his teeth in pain, he tries to push away, locking his knees so they don't buckle. At the question, Steve gives Dave a look that says exactly what he's about to, "No, I like to lay in dirt thirty feet from a blood bath."

It just slips out and he knows Dave isn't going to drop this, especially after that, but he can't bring himself to trust the help. "Look, just go, kid, I'm fine on my own, it's not safe here, just leave."
Edited 2015-06-02 10:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2015-06-07 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
It's pretty impossible to see this guy as anyone but Steve, but the Capitol has done stranger things. Is he an estranged brother? Is he from another universe? The idea that they could reverse the serum hasn't even dawned on his already overwhelmed mind. There are things more important than puzzling this out, particularly the fact that he's both yelping, struggling to stand and sassing him.

"Listen, I won't stand for any smack talk. I might not be a real nun, but I will beat your ass with a ruler if you don't shut up with that kind of defeatist attitude." He pauses, hesitating before adding. "Is that the American way? Turning down a helping hand when we're knee deep in war? No, sir. We aren't on quitting time." He's fairly certain this kind of backtalk would earn him a certified Steve Rogers' stern look of approval, but he can't watch his face right now.

"Oh, I'll leave alright. Right after I do this-" He cuts off, changing their positions so he can pull Steve's arm around his shoulder and loop an arm around his thigh. There's a brief wobble, like he just might drop him, but he steadies himself fast and begins to start power-walking toward the village. Running in robes doesn't seem like a good idea, flying would probably make them a target, so he's walking like he's wearing yoga pants and pretending to have a healthy lifestyle.

"I'm taking your ass to church." He has far too many puns.
Edited 2015-06-07 05:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2015-06-23 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Stern look of approval? Dave is fooling himself on that one. Well, maybe if things were different for Steve, it would be work that way, but more it gets him a stern look of near disbelief. Honestly, it's a stern look of bafflement. Part of him wasn't entirely surprised, but really, he hasn't ever really experienced Dave being so bold with him, so it left the scared part of him unsure, off balance, having so relied on past experiences to react appropriately. It made it so Steve reacts before he thinks too hard, before his actions and words get clouded by fear. There's little left for him to second guess, so he can just react.

"Kid, I went to Catholic school," he gives him a look that finishes that sentence perfectly. Because really Dave? You got nothing on a real nun. "And I dismantled a part of the U.S. Government, so appealing to my patriotism, not the best bet," his voice almost sounds amused, definitely exasperated though. He might be Captain America but patriotism is low on his list. Though, he can't really deny that what Dave says is very American.

Though, where this goes next, yeah, Steve didn't have much frame of reference for it, so he isn't expecting it at all. He gives the boy a confused look before he flinches back, trying to get out of Dave's grip as the boy lifts him up. The wobble is definitely partially because Steve struggles at first, but quickly realizes that he'll be dropped if he does it too much. Being dropped isn't too bad, but with his body already so damaged, so much more fragile now, he's more bound to get himself further injured. Possibly detrimentally so. It takes more will power than he cares to admit to keep his panic in check, to not make this worse by forcing his way free.

"Dave! Put me down," his voice is more panicked than stern, not liking the situation at all.
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2015-06-29 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I watched Sister Act fifty times in a week." He throws that back quickly, but the rest rolls off him easily. He likes the fire, the fire is better than the fear he's getting from Steve. Being nagged like this makes it feel like nothing has changed, though he highly doubts he'd be able to lift a more familiar version of Steve quite so aptly.

He doesn't much like the tone of his voice, but he doesn't feel that he has a choice. He hates to feel like he's forcing Steve into something that's clearly distressing for him, but he can't stand the idea of leaving him. If he painstakingly waited and aided him while he wobbled along, they'd be sitting ducks.

This is faster. This is better. He just needs to keep repeating that to himself in lieu of fixating on Steve's voice.

"I will definitely put you down." He says as he keeps moving and doesn't put him down. "We both know you aren't going anywhere fast. I'm just going to put you somewhere safe so you can figure your pretzel stick legs out. That's all. I'm not going to drop you, that would be absURGH-" He cuts off, stumbling and catching himself from falling on his face. Fucking rock. Time to pretend that didn't happen. "Absurd." He finishes, staring ahead as he walks.
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2015-07-12 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
With the way Dave is carrying him, he wouldn't be surprised if the boy can feel how his bird heart trying to beat out of his chest or how his breathing is a panicked as much as he's trying not to let it show. He's already feeling the fear in him rising steadily to choke the air from him, but he just keeps focusing on breathing, on not knocking the boy over because of the damage it could do both of them.

"Just-" he takes a breath, but his voice shakes, the panic still clear in it. He hears what Dave is saying, but he can't just keep quiet, he needs- he needs a lot of things right now. "Just put me down! I can get by on my own-" the words cut off in a yelp of his own when he feels his sense of gravity change as the boy nearly trips, making Steve fist his hands in Dave's outfit as if that'd help keep him from colliding with the ground.

His chest heaves as adrenaline rushes through him again, making him curse quietly and tremble as he focuses again on his breathing. "Not going to-" he shakes his head, "if you break me, I don't think there's enough money in the world to pay off Bu-" the name catches in his throat, because he can't bring himself to think about Bucky right now.

"Just-... put me down then you won't drop me, I can walk on my own," maybe, probably not.