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TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to Panem. You have been selected to participate in the 75th Annual Hunger Games!
Premise: Something has gone a bit wrong with the device, and it's pulling in more people than the Capitol had planned. Extras, doubles, or even the same exact version of someone already pulled into Panem, with or without their memories! It's a mess. But somebody has to clean it up. And what better way to do so than to have a televised death-match!?
This Arena is designed to be a small mock arena not all that dissimilar to the in-game arenas we run here at The Games. Our hope is to give new and prospective players a place to get their feet wet, and get a feel for the fun (and bloody) mess that goes on around here. This meme is open to anyone and everyone who would like to play. Current cast members, veteran and new, as well as anyone just wanting top drop in and have some fun!
How To Play.
Current cast members - you may tag into this arena in any way they choose. Even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes. Since this meme is taking place between Arenas 12 and 13, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 12, CR and in-game history intact. OR. You may play your character as having a clean slate; as though this is their very first Hunger Games. Or, at least the first one they can remember.
This meme may not count for in-game CR because it will not be considered as having actually happened, plot-wise.
Guests - welcome to Panem. This is your first time here. Your first Hunger Games. Run for the Cornucopia. Hide in a corner and cry. We don't care. Go crazy. Have fun. Make new friends. Profit.
***An important side note, as it is within the confines of the Area in-game, all powers are lessened/nullified to bring any character down to a vincible level. (I.E. Make more magical/super-powered characters easier to actually kill for a normal person).
The Arena.
Below, you will find a description of the setting for this arena as well as a few details regarding weapons, supplies and hazards.
Setting.
The sky above is a vivid and clear blue and the air is cool and thin; crisp and sharp with the distinctive smell of autumn. In the distance, you can see the peaks of tall purple mountains capped with fresh white snow but they are still many long miles from where you are.
To some, the immediate surroundings may seem slightly familiar, to others it is a strange place filled with peculiar and unstable structures scattered across roughly a square mile of clearly unmaintained concrete pathways. You are in an amusement park. Or what must have been one at some point in time. The rotted out husk of what once had been a Ferris wheel, and the weather-worn shells of old vendor stalls are the nearest things in sight. Some of their signs are even still legible; faded paint having not chipped off entirely. "Cotton Candy", "Win A Prize!" "Buy Ride Tickets Here"
You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, a pair of high-topped black athletic shoes, a form-fitting grey long-sleeved nylon-blend undershirt and a heavier cotton shirt of the same colour to wear over the top, as well as a dark grey windbreaker with reflective white edging.
Shelter here is scarce but available. There are three brick buildings found throughout the park with restively intact roofs, all of them were once public restrooms that also served as tornado shelters. The plumbing in these buildings have long since been unusable. Ruptured pipes have damaged interior walls and floors. Several pools have formed in the lower areas of the ruined floors and the stagnate water is ripe with bacteria and grime. The southern-most building also has a very impressive infestation of rats.
Vendor and food stalls as well as storage and control sheds were not made quite of the same caliber as the restroom facilities, and though they are more frequent, they are also significantly less insulated. Though the wood from these places would be easy enough to break off and turn into firewood if you can find something to start a flame with.
Another key landmark is the sizable lake to the west of the park, man-made and stagnant, there is a peculiar odor that comes off the water if the wind is blowing the wrong way. A green and murky colour, the almost the entire surface of the water is coated in a thick layer of algae and bacteria. Though you can easily see from one shore to the next, the lake is deep and likely teeming with life below. Most of it... probably unpleasant.
Aside from the overgrowth of weeds that have begun to break through the concrete and twist around the bars of the rusted-out rides, there is very little vegetation here. A few thin trees have clung to life in their broken planters, and the boundaries of the park are thick with waist-high grasses, brown and dead in the near-winter of this place. In fact, the only real thing that seems to be thriving here is the algae floating upon the surface of the lake.
Supplies.
The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:
Weapons:
-steel-tipped leather bull whip
-crowbar
-throwing axe
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet), wool gloves, iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-small white plastic, containing the following items:
insect repellant, two strips of beef jerky, silver (reflective) emergency blanket
**IMPORTANT NOTE!!!!
Since this is a meme, we are going to allow each character the pick of ONE weapon and ONE equipment item, if you believe that your character would risk running for the cornucopia. Just remember. These are high demand items and we rather encourage you to fight over them ;) So long as you all remain civilized about it, of course. If things get out of hand, a mod will step in. Have fun with it, but be realistic too.
Immediate Hazards.
-The Cold. During the day temperatures are cool, but bearable. However, as soon as the sun drops behind the mountains, the temperatures plummet dramatically, lingering well below freezing until mid-morning.
-Debris. Broken glass, rusted metal, broken concrete, rotten wood. This place has been falling apart for years and you weren't given a tetanus shot before you came here.
-Insects. The stagnant lake is a ripe breeding ground for an alarming amount of insects. From giant dragon flies to tiny biting gnats, prepare yourself for a bite or two. Just hope nothing too nasty sinks it's teeth into you. You may not enjoy the results.
-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...
Wildlife.
**Cyprinus Acidus. These large bottom-feeding fish are abundant in the lake and though not recommended to consume raw, if cooked properly, could be eaten.
**Loxosceles reclusa granda. Aggressive and unnervingly large brown spiders native to the area and love to lurk in dark corners. Their bites are incredibly poisonous and will begin to rot away the surrounding flesh if not treated promptly.
**Rattus norvegicus. The common rat. Edible if cooked. Known to be carriers of diseases. (Especially if they were put here to do just that...)
Foodstuffs.
The aforementioned animals and some of the algae from lake are the only sources of food here, and they are not particularly good ones at that. Food and water are not easy to come by in the arena and will likely make for a miserable time for many.
As always, we here at The Games would like to wish you a very happy Hunger Games!
May the odds be ever in your favor.
Premise: Something has gone a bit wrong with the device, and it's pulling in more people than the Capitol had planned. Extras, doubles, or even the same exact version of someone already pulled into Panem, with or without their memories! It's a mess. But somebody has to clean it up. And what better way to do so than to have a televised death-match!?
This Arena is designed to be a small mock arena not all that dissimilar to the in-game arenas we run here at The Games. Our hope is to give new and prospective players a place to get their feet wet, and get a feel for the fun (and bloody) mess that goes on around here. This meme is open to anyone and everyone who would like to play. Current cast members, veteran and new, as well as anyone just wanting top drop in and have some fun!
How To Play.
Current cast members - you may tag into this arena in any way they choose. Even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes. Since this meme is taking place between Arenas 12 and 13, you may play your character as though they have been sent into this arena after Arena 12, CR and in-game history intact. OR. You may play your character as having a clean slate; as though this is their very first Hunger Games. Or, at least the first one they can remember.
This meme may not count for in-game CR because it will not be considered as having actually happened, plot-wise.
Guests - welcome to Panem. This is your first time here. Your first Hunger Games. Run for the Cornucopia. Hide in a corner and cry. We don't care. Go crazy. Have fun. Make new friends. Profit.
***An important side note, as it is within the confines of the Area in-game, all powers are lessened/nullified to bring any character down to a vincible level. (I.E. Make more magical/super-powered characters easier to actually kill for a normal person).
The Arena.
Below, you will find a description of the setting for this arena as well as a few details regarding weapons, supplies and hazards.
Setting.
The sky above is a vivid and clear blue and the air is cool and thin; crisp and sharp with the distinctive smell of autumn. In the distance, you can see the peaks of tall purple mountains capped with fresh white snow but they are still many long miles from where you are.
To some, the immediate surroundings may seem slightly familiar, to others it is a strange place filled with peculiar and unstable structures scattered across roughly a square mile of clearly unmaintained concrete pathways. You are in an amusement park. Or what must have been one at some point in time. The rotted out husk of what once had been a Ferris wheel, and the weather-worn shells of old vendor stalls are the nearest things in sight. Some of their signs are even still legible; faded paint having not chipped off entirely. "Cotton Candy", "Win A Prize!" "Buy Ride Tickets Here"
You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, a pair of high-topped black athletic shoes, a form-fitting grey long-sleeved nylon-blend undershirt and a heavier cotton shirt of the same colour to wear over the top, as well as a dark grey windbreaker with reflective white edging.
Shelter here is scarce but available. There are three brick buildings found throughout the park with restively intact roofs, all of them were once public restrooms that also served as tornado shelters. The plumbing in these buildings have long since been unusable. Ruptured pipes have damaged interior walls and floors. Several pools have formed in the lower areas of the ruined floors and the stagnate water is ripe with bacteria and grime. The southern-most building also has a very impressive infestation of rats.
Vendor and food stalls as well as storage and control sheds were not made quite of the same caliber as the restroom facilities, and though they are more frequent, they are also significantly less insulated. Though the wood from these places would be easy enough to break off and turn into firewood if you can find something to start a flame with.
Another key landmark is the sizable lake to the west of the park, man-made and stagnant, there is a peculiar odor that comes off the water if the wind is blowing the wrong way. A green and murky colour, the almost the entire surface of the water is coated in a thick layer of algae and bacteria. Though you can easily see from one shore to the next, the lake is deep and likely teeming with life below. Most of it... probably unpleasant.
Aside from the overgrowth of weeds that have begun to break through the concrete and twist around the bars of the rusted-out rides, there is very little vegetation here. A few thin trees have clung to life in their broken planters, and the boundaries of the park are thick with waist-high grasses, brown and dead in the near-winter of this place. In fact, the only real thing that seems to be thriving here is the algae floating upon the surface of the lake.
Supplies.
The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:
Weapons:
-steel-tipped leather bull whip
-crowbar
-throwing axe
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet), wool gloves, iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-small white plastic, containing the following items:
insect repellant, two strips of beef jerky, silver (reflective) emergency blanket
**IMPORTANT NOTE!!!!
Since this is a meme, we are going to allow each character the pick of ONE weapon and ONE equipment item, if you believe that your character would risk running for the cornucopia. Just remember. These are high demand items and we rather encourage you to fight over them ;) So long as you all remain civilized about it, of course. If things get out of hand, a mod will step in. Have fun with it, but be realistic too.
Immediate Hazards.
-The Cold. During the day temperatures are cool, but bearable. However, as soon as the sun drops behind the mountains, the temperatures plummet dramatically, lingering well below freezing until mid-morning.
-Debris. Broken glass, rusted metal, broken concrete, rotten wood. This place has been falling apart for years and you weren't given a tetanus shot before you came here.
-Insects. The stagnant lake is a ripe breeding ground for an alarming amount of insects. From giant dragon flies to tiny biting gnats, prepare yourself for a bite or two. Just hope nothing too nasty sinks it's teeth into you. You may not enjoy the results.
-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...
Wildlife.
**Cyprinus Acidus. These large bottom-feeding fish are abundant in the lake and though not recommended to consume raw, if cooked properly, could be eaten.
**Loxosceles reclusa granda. Aggressive and unnervingly large brown spiders native to the area and love to lurk in dark corners. Their bites are incredibly poisonous and will begin to rot away the surrounding flesh if not treated promptly.
**Rattus norvegicus. The common rat. Edible if cooked. Known to be carriers of diseases. (Especially if they were put here to do just that...)
Foodstuffs.
The aforementioned animals and some of the algae from lake are the only sources of food here, and they are not particularly good ones at that. Food and water are not easy to come by in the arena and will likely make for a miserable time for many.
As always, we here at The Games would like to wish you a very happy Hunger Games!
May the odds be ever in your favor.
Cornucopia
Jinx | League of Legends
She's relatively disappointed with her finds, despite the orange backpack now hanging off her slender frame. I mean, no guns? She misses Fishbones and Pow-Pow desperately, but I guess that's a price to pay when you get tasked with something as cool as this. Putting Jinx in a competition focused around killing others doesn't seem like it'd end well for them. Eventually, despite her disappointment with the selection of things, she does manage to find something she likes. She props the crowbar within her hands, speaking to it as though it were a small child.
"Aw, don't worry, Mr. Crowbar!" the maniac exclaims, her smirk growing wider by the second as she talks to her newfound friend. "I'm sure you'll be just as deadly as Fishbones someday!" The enthusiasm starts to fade from her face as she turns behind her, red eyes gleaming as she watches the others scatter about. Her next words to the crowbar are much more serious. "You'll just have to prove your worth first."
The Arena
Peter Quill || Guardians of the Galaxy (early canonpoint)
Do Panem proud, they said.
Peter Quill says screw that.
When the countdown hits zero, he books it away from the Cornucopia - it'd be suicide to risk his chances when he looked around, sized up the competition, and saw a lot of people who looked like they were bigger, faster. The big muscley guy on his right stares back with this flat look on his face that says he's already picking out target spots on his body. Peter feels way, way too squishy to be comfortable with that.
So he runs. It's a totally legit strategy that's the whole reason he made it as far as he has. When he glances over his shoulder, he sees his buddy caving in some unlucky bastard's head with a crowbar. It's ugly. He can hear the sickeningly wet thud from here.
He sprints for a few seconds before he veers off to the bathrooms, slowing to a jog. Peter rubbernecks the whole time, glancing around him like he's expecting another Tribute to teleport over with a knife. So far he's lucked out. Still kicking, which means he could still have a chance at winning this thing if he plays it smart. Seeing as how he didn't come away with any weapons, Peter improvises: first thing he does is find a nice piece of rubble, a chunk of concrete that's the size of his fist. That's followed by a handful of dirt that he fills both pockets with. Dirt-in-the-face and kicks-to-the-crotch are some of his favorite close quarters moves. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Peter's got one hand in his pocket, the other clutching the concrete, when he runs into his first Tribute...
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There were plenty of factors to consider, namely that people often acted in ways that oppressors don't expect. Just because they were told to fight to the death didn't mean they would all listen. Kat certainly wasn't eager to start hurting a bunch of strangers. She also wasn't stupid, so the minute she found a large enough piece of glass, she dulled the edges of one end with a chunk of concrete and wrapped it in a torn piece of canvas from some tent. Just because she didn't suspect she would be attacked, didn't mean she shouldn't be prepared for it.
When she turns a corner and comes face-to-face with another 'tribute' she freezes and tenses up, studying him with suspicion but without moving away. There was only one way to turn a hypothesis into a theory.
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Locke Cole | Final Fantasy VI | Damned CRAU
As soon as the countdown ended, Locke made for the opposite direction from the carnage. He'd survived with nothing before, this was no different than those times. As soon as he found a decrepit food stall, he slipped into it's sparse cover to start formulating a plan. His best option was probably to get up high, see what he was dealing with, then find the best place to hunker down and wait for the more violent types to pick each other off. Locke wasn't built for strength, facing someone head-on wasn't the best idea.
As that thought ran through his head, the sound of movement just outside of the stall put him on alert. Quietly, he got down low and waited, watching until he saw a pair of feet walking past. His own leg shot out from the broken wall that was his window, aiming to topple over whoever might be trying to sneak up on him.
Meallan Lavellan | Dragon Age Inquisition
Apparently he'd been wrong about that, because when Meallan had finally, finally managed to get to sleep after the Temple of Mythal and the Vir'abelasan (and the distant voices which had taken some getting used to), he'd woken up with a start to not only find that his magic was curiously absent, but that everything was about to get a great deal stranger.
And a lot more deadly, if what he'd been told was accurate. He wasn't given any time to think or any answers, however, just pushed into a tube wearing the strangest clothing he'd ever seen and shoes that pinched, and then that had somehow led to...
Here. Blinking in the sunlight, stumbling back in confusion as chaos erupted around him and people screamed and fought and killed each other. For a moment he wasn't certain if this were even real, but someone lunged at him and Meallan cursed, reached for magic that wasn't there instinctively and went down under the weight of his attacker as he realised his mistake. He wasn't good at fighting without magic, let alone in close quarters like this, so it was something of a miracle that he managed to grab a rock in his desperate scrabbling and get in a hard enough blow to buy him time to struggle free.
Then he was off and running as well, heart pounding in his chest and thoughts racing wildly as he tried to remember everything he'd been told about this mess the shemlen had pulled him into. Maybe, if he was very lucky, he'd find a safe place to hide out and they'd all kill each other and forget about him.
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Ellis | Left 4 Dead 2
Taking in the surroundings, El blinked, "Is this Kiddie Land?" All the clowns and rides were familiar and immediately, the young man started to smile, "Oh man, it's goddamn Kiddie Land all over again!" First things first, he had to see if he could find Twinkies or stuff he could cook at a moment's notice. Just because this was the Hunger Games doesn't mean he has to starve.
"Shit, I hope mah friends aren't here...I don't think I can do it." By it, he means killing his friends or anyone for that matter.
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Eliana Lavellan (The Herald of Andraste) | Dragon Age Inquisition (pre-Skyhold)
And then waking up in white, strange faces and strange voices and Eliana tries to swing out at the figures in white, mind racing over who they could be. Templers? Venatori? She doesn't know and she doesn't have time to figure out before they're pulling her forward, her height and build a negative for her as always as she's propelled easily through grey corridors a woman dressed in something even an Orlesian would find ridiculous chirping away. She catches every 2nd word or so, enough to string it together and nearly wrenches her arm out of its socket trying to twist around as the phrase to the death fully resisters.
But there's not time to call back to the woman, to demand further answers and she leaves the entourage pushing Eliana forward, the elf finding herself pushed towards some pedestal. She stumbles on, turning as quick as she can but already there stands something in her way, fists hitting glass and she jumps as the platform raises, heart racing and half in her throat as the land comes into view, the people around her and a voice is speaking, counting down and she only has seconds to think as her eyes land on a pile of supplies.
She's no warrior, able to charge in and push through a force with brunt force. And she's no mage, the only magic she can channel through her fingers coming from the anchor, which is curiously unglowing at the moment. A thought for a later time. No, Eliana knows an archer stands no chance in the thick of this, and her keen eyes spot no bow no arrows and so she does the only smart thing she can and turns on her heel and runs. She'll find higher ground first, and figure this out.
Walter White | Breaking Bad
That's why he takes the intelligent route. As soon as he can move, Walter moves away from the Cornucopia as fast as he can. It's a rather daunting endeavor, but he manages to eventually take cover in one of the vendor stalls. Attempting to utilize the element of surprise to the best of his ability, he props himself just out of sight, attempting to blend in as best as he can.
Of course, this is helped by the sharp piece of glass that now wields in his right hand. The man knows the dangers of tetanus, but quite frankly, he is much more concerned with getting out of this situation alive before he can even begin to worry about that. Hopefully, he can scavenge some supplies to the point where he could begin to build a makeshift bomb or something. Regardless of that thought, he decided to lay in wait for anyone he could pick off.
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Thom of Trebond | Song of the Lioness
The safest route by far would be to get out of anyplace there would be larger, faster, stronger people. Self=preservation was key, at least until he figured out what in hell's name he was doing here and what he was going to do. He skidded into a nearby booth, hoping the rotten wood and falling over door didn't obscure anyone intent on killing him.
"Hello?"
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Jamie Fraser || Outlander (bookverse, Voyager canonpoint)
He'd had enough of killing, a war of it, and here they wanted it to be a game. He'd taken a glance at the selection of weapons, and the scrimmage going on about them, and had thought better of that action. Instead, he'd taken to his heels in the other direction, towards the open spaces around the rim of the park. (What a wrong-headed word for a place like this.) A whole regiment of men could hide in grass like what he'd spied out there, and he needed somewhere to lay low, to learn what he could about these strangers he was supposed to kill, and about this trap they were all in.
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Warden Olwyn Tabris | Dragon Age | OTA
She decides to get the lay of the land, and begins to climb up the decaying hulk of the Ferris wheel to get the view from the top. It's slow work, the structure creaking and shuddering around her as though it's going to collapse at any moment, the sharp edges of the iron frame cutting into her hands. The whip's useful to help hoist herself up, at least. About a third of the way up, though, the shaking and groaning the wheel's making becomes too much for her to risk going any further up, and so she settles into the frame, gazing around the landscape and watching for if anyone comes too close.
Sikozu || Farscape
Idiots. She was far from an idiot. They ran to their very possible death. She took off in the opposite direction. The world around her was decaying and the clothes she'd been shoved into were far from comfortable, but she was a survivor.
Ahead of her is a small building only half as decayed as the rest of this world. Clearly such a beacon of safety will call to others, but she needs to stop and plan. Others will run inside. She can already picture the fighting over the small space. Foolish. With barely a glance behind her, Sikozu heads up onto the roof. There's something off with her gravity. Shifting is slower that it should be. A sound alerts her that there isn't time to ponder this problem as someone is drawing near and she is still unarmed.
Adella Trevelyan / / Dragon Age Inquisition
So instead of fighting tooth and nail for weapons and supplies, she runs. She isn't a close-range fighter, and those with more considerable strength will crush her before she even has a chance.
She chooses to lose herself among the strange structures, looking for an advantage, something she can use for her survival. Because while she may not be strong without her magic, she is a survivor. When she spots a length of metal piping broken from one of the objects, she grabs it, an idea forming. She finds a few sharp, rusty pieces of metal, and secures them to the end of the makeshift staff with weeds ripped off the side of the same rusting structure she got the metal from, and feels a little better. The heft might not be the same as a solid oak magic staff, and she might not be able to shoot lightning bolts from it, but it'll do.
She's giving it a few practice spins when she hears someone approaching behind her and she whips around, angling the metal pieces out. She won't attack first, but she won't hesitate if she isn't given a choice.
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Lee Everett / The Walking Dead Game
But it's that resourcefulness that has Lee running away from the cornucopia when the timer hits zero. As tempting as those supplies may be he knows he won't stand a chance if he tries, and from the sound of it not many others did either. He doesn't spare a glance back, but he doesn't have to -- he knows the nauseating, wet crack a crowbar makes when it smashes into a human skull pretty well by now.
So he keeps running, and only stops when he reaches the Ferris wheel. He can't remember the last time he's seen one, or any amusement park rides for that matter, and he can't help but pause to look at it for a moment. It's rusted all to hell but there's still something charming about it, in an end-of-the-world kind of way. Charming, and eerie.
The little gates they use to keep people in line are still littered around. Most of them are as rusted out as the ride itself and that's when the apocalyptic resourcefulness kicks in. Lee inspects the gates until he finds one with a bar loosened by corrosion. It takes a minute or two of wrenching the bar back and forth but eventually he manages to break it loose. There, now he's armed.
And just in time -- something rustles behind him, as though someone's approaching through the overgrowth. He ducks behind the Ferris wheel's ticket booth for cover, and listens.
Yeah, that's definitely a person. Lee hesitates; nothing about this situation makes sense to him, and he doesn't want to kill people for sport. (Because that's what this is -- sport, under the guise of survival.) Making himself known could mean death, or it could mean gaining an ally
He decides to risk it.
"Hey!" He peers around the corner, but his view is obstructed by the overgrown brush. "Is someone there? I don't want to hurt you!"
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legolas | tolkien legendarium
He'd take the spiders of Mirkwood any day over this.
Dashing around one of the crumbling ticket booths, the elf pries up one of the larger boards and tucks it against his side. While the wood is laughable as a proper weapon, it should do as a makeshift shield until he can find something else. For now, it's best to find higher ground and a better vantage point, and hope he doesn't have to use the board in self defense.
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Arwen | Lord of the Rings
She does not like being so far from her home, at odds with both flora and fauna (what little exists in this strange place), and told that she must fight for her life. Kill or be killed. Her father taught her better than that, taught her to heal and help people by his own actions. If only he were here now, perhaps she wouldn't feel so frightened, though she's doing her utmost to keep the fear at bay.
She runs, with many of the others, for the remains of the park. Taking her chances here seems better than going near the Cornucopia, supplies be damned. She skids around the side of a building -- its purpose long obscured by the elements -- and takes stock for a moment. Her clothing, however odd, is dry, and she's not injured, so that's all to the good.
The glint of a half-buried pipe catches her eye, and Arwen is in the process of retrieving it when she hears someone approach. Heart practically in her throat, the elven princess yanks the steel out of the ground and holds it in front of her, praying to Elbereth that she won't have to use it.
"Hello?"
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Bucky Barnes (the cool one) | Marvel 616
In the hollow of a stall with all boarded sides still standing, Bucky starts cutting what strips of reflective material from his windbreaker. He may need to find some mud to drown out the garish orange color of his backpack too. Buncha limp-dick jokers thinking this is funny. If he wasn't so devoted to staying alive, he'd make sure they were all laughing out the other side of their faces.
He stops cutting suddenly when he hears the crunch of hard-packed earth and gravel. Gently, Bucky rests his supplies on the ground and slides oh so slowly up the side of the stall, following the person's movements with his ears. His hard earned knife is held tight in his hand while he keeps his breathe even, refusing to let adrenaline dictate his movements. his knife can't waver an inch. He'll wait for an exposed back, or if they come inside the stall, he's more than confident in his speed to disarm and neutralize them before they will know what's what. And as they come closer, all he can hope is that it isn't a child. He's already crossed that bridge once, but he would rather not do it again.
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Capitol Viewing
clara trueba-del valle ❇ the house of the spirits, capitol au
It takes several of the Avoxes days to arrange it all. At the end of it, the escort's quarters in District 9 have been transformed into a florid menagerie, every inch teeming with life. To any paying attention, the newest escort vanishes within the chaos and does not resurface once everything is settled.
The truth is, Clara had simply felt no need to set foot outside of her suites until tonight.
Dressed in a luminous gown that twinkles like sunlight on water and with a perfectly distracted look on her face, Clara navigates the crowded party with the same instinct that guides birds through the air. Anyone who stops to greet her is kissed warmly on the cheek or embraced with dreamy fondness, as if they were lifelong acquaintances of hers. She slips into conversations as easily as she slips away from them, laughing freely and never lingering very long before something else calls her attention. Names and faces alike escape her mind almost instantly; without one of her notebooks on hand or Esteban to keep her imagination somewhat tethered, she won’t be remembering much of this event.
While Clara’s reverie holds as she sails from room to room, uncanny awareness anchors her gaze anytime she meets someone’s eye. This is a woman who knows she is exactly where she should be in this moment. Currently, that place is beneath one of the great screens projecting the current arena from many camera angles... right in the way of several spectators.
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oh hey, hope some assumed CR is okay
i have zero objections!
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Sadie Doyle | Thrilling Adventure Hour (Beyond Belief) | Capitol AU
She'd come to this particular party, one for sponsors to mingle with the escorts, stylists, and mentors looking to take advantage of their money, to dip her toes into the whole patronage affair. And, as luck would have it, she had been simply enamored with the newest arena from the moment she'd looked up from ordering her drink and seen it. So many little metal bit and whirly-woos! And then the highlight of the event had appeared as all the little tributes went scurrying away. It was, for perhaps the first time in her life, a fine thing the glass in her hand was empty, because her gin and gin over gin would have likely gone splashing about as she clapped her hands together.
"Clown! Oh, I certainly do hope there are no flowers which- despite their common appearance- upon close examination spray liquid into the eyes of the unwary!"
The barman placed the ordered drink on the bar beside her and, in a dramatic stage whisper, Sadie leaned in towards the person closest to her and confided:
"I secretly hope there are such flowers."
oh my goodness 8D
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Hope this is okay!
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Kurloz Makara | Homestuck | Stylist AU
But just as well. He has born enough blasphemy by the stitches over his lips. He will simply revel from afar. And perhaps, so he doesn't disturb the good favor of the Capitol on this night, seek out others.
Tonight he has every excuse to don the paint-- crisp and clean like his true alternate self. He takes to colors aside from indigo, but his surgically altered eyes remain as they are. He is beaming, smiling wide, and in this time, it is entirely genuine. If still very creepy where the threads pull.
A MOST RIGHTEOUS SPECTACLE DOTH BEEN GRANTED THEE. AS WELL TO I. SAYETH THUS, SPILL THE SWILL IN TOAST TO STARDUSTED STAGES!
The things he writes upon his notepad don't much help his case, for all he tries.
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Kaito Kumon | Kamen Rider Gaim, Victor AU
His suit is a riot of red and gold, though he wears no tie and his shirt is popped open. Vines are painted along his exposed skin (and likely on places currently unexposed, too), and his hair is wild and laced with carefully spaced sprouts of greenery. He has been made to wear far, far worse. That stylists have stopped delighting in dressing him in banana-themed getups is a small blessing in the middle of this cursed business. (He had eaten so many of them in his arena because they were there. Because Mai kept finding them and bringing them. Because he'd never had bananas until then. It was all perfectly serious, and yet they made it into a joke....)
You're likely to find him at the edges of the party, sizing up the other attendees and slowly putting away drinks... or, after having put away enough drinks, approaching the rich and pliable with a softening of his scowl and an offer of his hand for a dance. This, too, is a battle to be fought on behalf of his District. And if that's how he'll have to fight it, fine.
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Jak/ Jak and Daxter
The young adult tried to stay focused as he was a new tribute in the arena. Not many people had faith in him for a first timer, he'd prove them wrong.
Jak had noticed something close by, weapons.... not his usual weapons but they'd have to do at least... Right?
He watched the competition, seeing they were stronger than him but he had his own strengths.
The hardened warrior prince turned his head and rushed toward the crowbar and grabbed it. He placed it near his back for safekeeping however as he turned, a streak of lightning ran from Jak's back...