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etcircenses) wrote in thecircus2014-06-10 12:39 am
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Test Drive Meme
Welcome to Panem. You have been selected to participate in the 75th Annual Hunger Games!
Premise: 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. The party is similar to some of the gathering logs we have inside the Capitol when an Arena begins. 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 you choose, even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes.
***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). Rule of thumb: If it's a physical difference, the Capitol will not mutilate it out (wings, etc), but other wise it's gone.
The Arena.
Tributes are raised in a circle around the Cornucopia; they are all dressed in safari outfits, including the little hats, and slathered in bug spray and sunscreen. They look amongst each other at the start of the Cornucopia. At the center of the circle is a fountain where a dancing hippo spits water into a circular pool around it. There's an engraving in embossed letters around the one-foot rim of the pool: PANEM NATIONAL ZOO.
Floating in the water of the brass fountain are supplies that the Tributes should find useful: medical kits, sleeping bags, and most importantly, weapons. Ropes, bo staffs, nunchuks, daggers and spears are all in ready supply a mere hundred yard sprint from the Tributes.
There are four paths away from the Cornucopia - into a swampy pit to the south, which, unbeknownt to Tributes, hosts alligators and crocodiles who've missed their scheduled feeding. To the west, into a dark building where boxes cut into the walls reveal that there were once tanks for creepy crawlies, but the glass has been removed. Through a gift-shop to the north, stuffed with plush animals (many of which are filled with razor blades, or other sweet little surprises). Or down an asphalt pathway to the east, winding through tall cages that may provide shelter from the other Tributes - but not necessarily the enclosure's inhabitants.
The countdown blares out in the humid air.
3...2...1...
Let the Games begin.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party. Animal couture is all the rage, and Capitol celebrities have dressed for the occasion by having their teeth elongated and their irises surgically altered to give the appearance of slit pupils. The wine is flowing freely, and the centerpiece of this particular viewing party is what appears to be a pig the size of a hippopotamus being roasted on a spit.
Screens throughout the large ballroom in which this takes place are showing the gruesome footage of the first bloodbath of what promises to be a delightfully ugly Arena. Tongueless Avoxes carry platters with little quail eggs in cups, silently offering them to all the guests. Caesar Flickerman, trademark blue hair now replaced by what appear to be feathers growing directly from his scalp, announces every gorey detail between oohing and ahhing over the dinner. Tributes die; Citizens feast.
Everyone who's anyone is invited.
Premise: 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. The party is similar to some of the gathering logs we have inside the Capitol when an Arena begins. 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 you choose, even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes.
***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). Rule of thumb: If it's a physical difference, the Capitol will not mutilate it out (wings, etc), but other wise it's gone.
The Arena.
Tributes are raised in a circle around the Cornucopia; they are all dressed in safari outfits, including the little hats, and slathered in bug spray and sunscreen. They look amongst each other at the start of the Cornucopia. At the center of the circle is a fountain where a dancing hippo spits water into a circular pool around it. There's an engraving in embossed letters around the one-foot rim of the pool: PANEM NATIONAL ZOO.
Floating in the water of the brass fountain are supplies that the Tributes should find useful: medical kits, sleeping bags, and most importantly, weapons. Ropes, bo staffs, nunchuks, daggers and spears are all in ready supply a mere hundred yard sprint from the Tributes.
There are four paths away from the Cornucopia - into a swampy pit to the south, which, unbeknownt to Tributes, hosts alligators and crocodiles who've missed their scheduled feeding. To the west, into a dark building where boxes cut into the walls reveal that there were once tanks for creepy crawlies, but the glass has been removed. Through a gift-shop to the north, stuffed with plush animals (many of which are filled with razor blades, or other sweet little surprises). Or down an asphalt pathway to the east, winding through tall cages that may provide shelter from the other Tributes - but not necessarily the enclosure's inhabitants.
The countdown blares out in the humid air.
3...2...1...
Let the Games begin.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party. Animal couture is all the rage, and Capitol celebrities have dressed for the occasion by having their teeth elongated and their irises surgically altered to give the appearance of slit pupils. The wine is flowing freely, and the centerpiece of this particular viewing party is what appears to be a pig the size of a hippopotamus being roasted on a spit.
Screens throughout the large ballroom in which this takes place are showing the gruesome footage of the first bloodbath of what promises to be a delightfully ugly Arena. Tongueless Avoxes carry platters with little quail eggs in cups, silently offering them to all the guests. Caesar Flickerman, trademark blue hair now replaced by what appear to be feathers growing directly from his scalp, announces every gorey detail between oohing and ahhing over the dinner. Tributes die; Citizens feast.
Everyone who's anyone is invited.
Sirius Black | Harry Potter | Tribute/Party
Sirius had learned from his last arena that he ought to at least try to last a while. That didn't mean he was going to participate in this bloodbath. He fought for a cause. He didn't fight to kill people in cold blood.
He ran away from the Cornucopia as soon as the countdown finished. He didn't take anything. Let the Tributes who actually planned on surviving take one. He might die. The Captiol might not bring him back this time but that was a chance he would take. Better that than to give them what they wanted.
He ran for a building. Maybe he could find something to eat there just to tide him over so he didn't starve to death. That was no way to die but probably his only option unless someone killed him. Neither of them were pleasant prospects.
His best bet for the Arena was to find someone who didn't want to kill him and instead kill some time with them before the inevitable.
Party
Sirius had been killed straight off in the Arena. The Gamemakers, proving how perverse they were, brought him back to the party straight away. They still had him dressed in a dumb safari outfit too just to parade his failure in front of everyone. Though he didn't consider it a failure. A failure would be killing someone like they wanted.
They were probably going to have a "talk" with him about that sooner or later. Again.
Sirius went for the drinks right away. He was going to need one or two.
Re: Sirius Black | Harry Potter | Tribute/Party
Once there had been a time when you worried more about getting your tribute home in one piece before you worried about getting your victor's head back on straight. Now, instead, you worried about putting their heads back together, and you kept on doing it, while hoping you had done enough to get them out of it for good, and being worried your training had condemned them to being idiots in the arena, and their being kept in sooner.
Sighing, she turned a little, noticing the tribute behind her as one she'd actually seen fighting for a while.
"You weren't so bad," she remarked, seeing a need to give some credit where it was due. She hadn't thought of him as brilliant, or very good, but he hadn't completely mucked it up either. It deserved...something.
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"I'm not trying to be good but thanks. Did I embarrass myself enough that you're pitying me or did I scrape by this time?"
Normally, he would have put up a fuss over anything that took away from his carefully maintained air of, well, superiority for lack of a better word. But since he got here he didn't care about being "cool." Rebellious, yes, but it was no longer partly for looks.
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None of them wanted to be good at this, really. No one Oscar could think of had, at that. "No, you really weren't so...I've seen worse. You scraped by perfectly well. We do have training sessions if you want to do more than scraping later."
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He smiled grimly. "I'll pass. I had more than my share of fighting back home." It was a lie. He didn't have enough of the fight, the adrenaline, the thrill of it and a part of him missed it still. But it had been vastly different.
He took another drink, longer this time.
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Given the years Oscar had been doing this, she had seen quite a lot. She wished she hadn't, of course, but there was very little else to do. Duty and all of that, though it had been especially hard the year she'd had to send in Rosalie. Bonding with her tributes had ended then. It was fine to care of course, if they survived and were all right before they went in, and during their time in the arena, but she didn't make friends or play big sister until they'd come out alive.
That hadn't changed much even in the newer system, but it was easier to at least say hello to a tribute, to say more than a couple words, and the admission of this one gave her pause.
"It's good you are in Panem then." She mused out loud. "There's fighting but there are also second chances."
After all, eyes and ears were everywhere, and playing to the party line was better, even if it made her cringe. "And after you get out of the arena, eventually now, things will be better."
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Plenty of other people though.
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one would be surprised how many terrible things happened in the arena, actually. The number of good people driven to do terrible things had been...huge in Oscar's day, and it had, she would admit, made things a LOT easier. The image of a boy outfitted with a mask for the parade and interviews, and then the terrible things that boy, Antoine, she didn't recall where he was from, had done, crossed her mind just then, and Oscar frowned. Killing him at the point of their final duel had been completely satisfying, and, she had to say, the only one of the deaths that she'd handed out that felt at all RIGHT. Oscar hated herself for the others sometimes, as much as she covered that fact up.
"I'll wish you luck in surviving as you can then." She answered, a grim smile at the corner of her mouth. "I think you may find things a little different, as time goes on."
They had a way of making you kill, of turning you into either the big bad savage, or the noble hero who went through the games with principles in mind, who was crushed by every death she caused. It depended on what, and who, was wanted in each particular year.
"And no, you are all quite talented." The best way to ease off the comments about no one meeting the standards to death was fairly lame, and Oscar knew that too. "If i can give you some advice? The arena is never what you try to make it, no matter your intentions. The gamemakers and everyone else know exactly the right ways to uncover your guts, your skill, and everything else that guarantees they'll get a good performance."
And those who bucked the system by attempting to reform it ended badly. She had heard the stories, seen a few examples firsthand. It was enough, Andre, back home, was enough, to keep her from anything too foolish now.
"if it helps, they do supply your tower with a lot of alcohol."