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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] needlebearer 2015-07-01 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She pulls the sheets from the mattress, wrinkling her nose a little at how mildewed it smells. There's not much that's salvageable but there's enough, and she begins tearing into it, using her teeth to rip it apart and rolling up the usable pieces, dividing them equally between Éowyn and herself.
shieldofrohan: Art by Ellaine on dA (Solitude)

[personal profile] shieldofrohan 2015-07-01 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Éowyn keeps looking through the cupboards and drawers, but there's little else of value. She does retrieve an iron poker from the ashes and dust in the fireplace, though, shoving it through her belt like a sword and feeling rather better for its weight. Taking the makeshift bandages from Arya with a little nod and a smile, she goes to the window, peering between the rotten shutters.

"We should be able to make a break for it," she decides after a moment, stuffing the torn sheeting into the waistband of her leggings for safekeeping. "Are your eyes still stinging?"
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[personal profile] needlebearer 2015-07-16 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," she replies, though she's still blinking far too often, feeling the burn of the smoke and trying her best not to let her eyes water. She knows how the Capitol would take the footage and play it up to look as though she were crying. "I'm fine. We should move. The forest, maybe."
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[personal profile] shieldofrohan 2015-07-18 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"The forest," Éowyn agrees, raking her hair back and knotting it quickly out of her eyes. She'll get it properly out of her face later, but for now, she just needs it to get in her way less. That done, she slings her bow and arrows back over her shoulder, and nods to Arya, striding towards the door. "Ready?"
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[personal profile] needlebearer 2015-07-23 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Arya nods in return, though she feels anything but ready, not knowing who or what could be lurking outside. Still, it's their only real choice: it would take minutes for someone to burn down the house with them inside it if they caught on that the two of them were hiding out in there. Taking a deep breath she clenches her fists tightly, the small knife gripped in her left hand - little good it would do, unless perhaps she got a clear shot to take someone's eye out with it - and bursts forth, squinting as she steps into the sunlight and making a run for the forest, hoping that Éowyn is close behind.
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Should we wrap this up?

[personal profile] shieldofrohan 2015-07-31 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Éowyn is barely a step behind, loping along with the poker held at the ready, keeping pace as best she can when one of her strides covers twice as much ground as one of Arya's. The blasted village is a place she's all too glad to leave; even dark and twisted as the forest looks, it's at least a place less obviously scarred, where some kind of nature is still awaiting. And, more importantly, it's a place where hiding ought to be easy.