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Venus Dee Milo ([personal profile] celebrityskinned) wrote in [community profile] thearena2015-06-07 12:38 am

Pretending There's Nothing That You Aren't Prepared For [Open]

WHO| Venus Dee Milo and open!
WHAT| Venus teleports around the Arena setting off danger and distributing supplies.
WHEN| Week One
WHERE| Everywhere in the Arena
WARNINGS| Death, explosions. Venus having some suicidal thoughts.



Venus has been dying for far longer than the two days she's been in the Arena. Ever since she got herself banged up on that mission against the Capitol, she's been biding time with increasing difficulty, trying to make it to the Arena so she can cover up for the internal bleeding that's killing her from the inside out. It's gotten more difficult, but thankfully she's had Porrim on her side, who's been able to taper off the amount of in-person interviews Venus has had to do and cut semi-nude shoots down to zero.

To finally be able to die instead of fighting it is a strange form of release. Venus thinks to herself as she crawls through the wormholes she rips into the fabric of space and time that it probably says something about her that death always feels like a relief, like relaxing after a long day's labor, rather than as something to fear. Having to stay alive has always been such an inconvenience for her, and she became a superhero because it was a clear-cut path towards dramatic, beautiful, and permanent ruin. It's eased in the last two years, this dogged pursuit towards a final end, and yet it's always there with her.

And so she's strangely sort of happy as she teleports around the Arena, looking for worthy allies to disperse her Cornucopia supplies to. The Gamemakers are coming for her, with rats and fires and claps of lightning. She emerges from nowhere, literally pulling herself from places out of eyesight or earshot, like a migraine in quick-motion to anyone watching where she blips back into reality, with a wild, jagged, beautiful smile on her face and a bag over her shoulder.

"Hey! You!" she'll call.
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[personal profile] voiceinthephone 2015-06-07 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The first week of the Arena is always the worst for Phillip as he struggled to get his bearings and into survival mode. And that moment, he was struggling to discard the puffed up sleeves his Stylist decided was a great choice for battle. At least the hat had some use as a bag but using broken glass as a means to protect himself wasn't as effective as he thought it would be. In fact, he's already nursing a small gash on his hand and using his own clothes as bandages when he's startled by Venus' call.

"V-Vee? Holy crap I didn't hear you come in!" he swallowed down the yelp of surprise as the makeshift first aid unraveled slightly. The smile she sports is stunning on her but there are edges to it, dangerous now more than ever, as she carries the beacon on her head. This was Venus Dee Milo the superhero it seemed.
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[personal profile] voiceinthephone 2015-06-12 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Teleporta-" whatever comment Gray had about her power died when he felt her lean towards onto him. "Are you hurt? Come on, we need to get some shelter and we can talk what you got me for Murder Christmas."

Confidence radiating from her or not, Phil tends to his friends first before bantering or his attempts at flirting. Over the last few months, he's become much more aware of Venus' reckless drive, to burn herself out. "Or are you headed out to the Arena again?" Like hell he's going back into that carnage.
voiceinthephone: hollow-art ([I don't fear Death anymore])

well this is going to hurt, i'll just lie here

[personal profile] voiceinthephone 2015-06-21 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Venus, I...I..." Phil's heart leaped at what Venus said about being glad to see him, but his mind reminded her that she was hurting badly and hot as hell. Okay, that was her usual self but actually burning to the touch. If she was internally bleeding, then she had a very limited run.

"You're dying," the way he says those two words, he's more scared for her than she is. He set her down against the nearest wall, carrying her and keeping track of her injuries. Flashes of Jeremy go through his mind again, but at least now he got to see his friend before she went off to give herself the hero's death. "If y-you got more people to visit, I-I won't stop you but..." Phillip wants to tell her how he feels about her, that she makes him happy and makes the nightmares go away. That every time she smiled, he felt less like a clusterfuck of mistakes and more like a normal person. "Give 'em hell, okay?"

He wasn't rambling like before, every second counted this time around.

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[personal profile] wickedgoogly 2015-06-08 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
No matter what happens here, Rose just keeps seeing things she doesn't expect. It's another time where she's apart from her brother, but for the more innocuous reason of looking for resources (food, water, whatever) than the distracting side missions for info. It's while looking out over the fields and considering what good might be there that this whoever-it-is shows up.

Emphasis on show, because the sight of this woman popping into reality feels weird against her brain in ways she doesn't want to think about.

The woman may wear a smile and a bag of who knows what, but Rose doesn't waste time lifting the pair of knitting needles she got from Merlyn into a ready position. (But even then, she's still a 13-year-old in a ridiculous wizard robe.)

"What do you want?" she calls over. No one yet has done her active harm, but she hasn't forgotten where she is.
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[personal profile] wickedgoogly 2015-06-12 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
This is the weirdest encounter she's had yet, and she met a giant purple shadow monster who spoke like a reserved young lady.

Peace, she says, and that she's dying. Rose looks skeptical still, though this woman doesn't show aggression, and she at least looks tired out. But her heir? It's an odd turn of phrase to use, and some ridiculous part of her wants to protest that she's the Seer. But this, of course, isn't the Incipisphere.

She lowers her needles partway without slackening her grip.

"Heir of what?" she asks, short and simple. She may say more if she finds reason to relax.
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[personal profile] wickedgoogly 2015-06-21 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Rose's expression remains unchanged. Animorphs was a bit too early in her life, and she's a child of the '90s only in that she was born in '95. Besides, her reading ran precocious to things like philosophy, psychology, eldritch horrors, and Harry Potter. She imprinted hard on wizards, and it is fine coincidence that she wound up dressed as one now.

Earplugs, though. Her eyebrows perk. The packet looks fine, because she wouldn't want to take anything that had already been stuffed in someone's ears.

"Mm, maybe so," she says, then motions down to... well, wherever. It's not like there's seats here. "Go ahead. Can I ask what happened?"

If she really is suffering from internal hemorrhaging, she probably has nothing to fear. And if she isn't - if this is all a (admittedly rather convincing) act - she's bound to die in this game anyway, right? It's an awful grim thought, but it's a little less daunting after where she came, and when she's been assured she'll come back from it. This is no staring down a bomb and being certain; it's a weak maybe.

She takes the earplugs, then she sits.
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[personal profile] metalicarus 2015-06-09 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The sensation of headache mixed with the sensors in his eyes going haywire told him exactly who was showing up before his eyes seeing her appear ever did. Only one Black Hole on legs did that and he was happy to see her.

"V! There you are, been worried about you."

He hiked his own bag up onto his shoulder and came closer to her. He'd touched base with just about everyone except her so far and he'd begun to worry something had happened and he hadn't had a chance to help her at all. They both had a pretty bad track record at finding danger.

"Are you okay?"
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[personal profile] metalicarus 2015-06-13 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Jet hugged her back, but he noticed the burn and how pale she looked and everything in her being and under her voice put him on edge. Like something was wrong and she was hiding it behind a smile and cheer like Lady used to. Except that smile seemed real and it put a frown on his face.

He took the offering with some confusion, but who knew when or if they'd be useful, so he quickly stashed them away into his bag before returning his worry to her.

"Vee, you look awful. Have you been zapping around all day? Doesn't that hurt you after a while? Come on, rest for a bit. A few minutes at least."
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[personal profile] metalicarus 2015-06-29 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
He holds her eyes a moment in silence, looking for the answers she's giving him there. She's hurt -and bad enough she's not even bothering to find help- and this is her last hoorah. Everything in him wanted to fight against that -Jet wasn't the giving up type when it came to his friends, even if it was hopeless- but that manic happiness kept his mouth shut. Better she die on her terms than live a little longer on Jet's. At least he could rest easier knowing she was likely to be there when he woke up and saw her again.

He moved close again and pulled her into another gentle hug, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Okay. Is there anything I can do?"

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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2015-06-10 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve has seen a lot of strange things in his time as a tribute, but someone reappearing in reality is probably one of the strangest for him. The way it made his head ache and his already damaged eyes fuzz out even more, it was disorienting, but then suddenly she was there. As if she has always been there but memory tells him otherwise, especially with them being in an empty field, it's not like she walked out from behind a tree.

When she calls out to him, he tenses more, unsure what she wants or her intentions, it's not that he doesn't recognize her once he focuses his eyes, but it's that he barely knows her. He remembers her voice, dancing with her briefly, sharing some light banter, but then it was over. That was that. And even as he looks at her, something looking off about her, he couldn't say what was wrong or if he was even right about it. In the end, he just doesn't know this woman.

Still, seeing her use her powers, come out looking pretty pleased with herself sets off a warning bell in his mind. He's seen what powers do in this arena so far, he's seen people get themselves hurt, seen people get other's hurt. The Cornucopia had been a mess.

"You should be careful, using abilities" there's concern for her safety in his voice, but also wary of becoming a casualty of her using her abilities.
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2015-06-26 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Steve gives her a look that clearly says he thinks she's a bit out there in a way that he's not entirely sure about. But there's something about her confidence that puts him at ease almost, like she really does have this under control even though he's not actually sure he believes she does. In the end, he figures it's her life, so long as she doesn't hurt or endanger other people, she's welcome to take all the risks she wants really.

When she moves to approach him, he leans back a little, tentative of her intentions, but he doesn't take a step back, holding his ground for the moment. He stays on his guard though, his ill seeing eyes never leaving her.

"Gifts? Not exactly how I pictured you to look, Santa," he sounds unsure at first, but quickly covers it up with a dumb joke.
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2015-07-12 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
"More I didn't picture Santa being so pretty," he pauses and realizes that might not be appreciated, "Not that-" he just shakes his head and fidgets. Talking to women is still difficult at times, but even more so when he's already scared and unsure for reasons that don't have to do with talking to a beautiful woman.

But when she moves closer, he takes half a step back, more in caution than actual retreat, just not having expected her to close the distance more than it already had been. But her calling him a good guy, knowing who he is, it gives him some courage, as does how he can now see she's hurt. The realization quickly shifts his concern for his own self to her well being. He takes a step closer now, careful to accept the offered packet with a "Thank you."

He pauses before continuing, "You're not looking so hot, maybe you should sit," the concern is clear, but he knows they barely know each other, she might not want his help, but he can't not offer it. "I can- Let me help you?"

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[personal profile] earthborn 2015-06-12 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Shepard has, in the intellectual arena of warping space-time, a solid grasp of the expression of gravity wells. A planet's gravity fluctuates slowly, in time with tides and the shifting of subterranean magma-flows, even magnetic fields. You could feel it, if it was unfamiliar. She preferred the mechanistic control of spacecraft-- a lot of biotics complained about the subtle vibrations and computerized micro-adjustments, or got headaches off the changes in power-draw when a starship re-prioritized from life support to weaponry. Not so with Shepard.

But she had had days to get used to the firm, steady heartbeat of Panem's version of Earth again. There was something to be said for living down at the bottom of a big, stable gravity well like this.

For one, it made even subtle local changes obvious; case in point, the puckering of space-time around a singularity as it bent the fabric of space-time to form a wormhole. It was invisible, but as Shepard felt it start to form almost immediately; she darted into cover. You didn't need to see something for it to kill you, and she didn't intend to give it any advantage.
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[personal profile] earthborn 2015-06-19 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
It took the count of three to get up the nerve. Wisdom said, stay silent; and it was true that the smartest idea would be to walk away.

"It's me," She stood slowly, hands empty. Shepard never was all that smart, "What do you want."
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[personal profile] earthborn 2015-06-24 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Shepard has to stretch to catch them-- she's not stupid, but without mutual trust there's nothing between them but malice.

"Uh... No I haven't," Earplugs? Something just happens to Venus in the Arena. She goes from simply being a bitch straight into bizarre moon-logic. Shepard decides it's better not to question it, "Thank... You?"

There is a pause.

"You look like shit."

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