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thecircus2014-09-23 11:43 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecircus2014-09-23 11:43 pm
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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 Arena 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 otherwise it's gone.
The Arena.
The Tributes are put into the tube by their Stylists and emerge into blistering dry heat and blinding sun. They stand atop a red rock peak, in a circle, with the Cornucopia in the center. They're dressed in cargo shorts and tank tops, men and women, and hiking boots. The sun beats down mercilessly, and there's a fifty-foot drop around them from this natural pedestal.
The Cornucopia's bounty includes rock climbing harnesses, water bottles, ropes, climbing grips for shoes, globes, sunscreen, and cans of food and water. Naturally, weapons are also available - crossbows, bear traps, "walking sticks", hunting knives.
The wildlife waits for them below: gila monsters with poisonous mouths, violent javelinas, shrikes bred to go for the eyes, rattlesnakes with hallucinogenic venom.
5...
4...
Ropes and carabiners hang from the sides of the peak, for those who don't die in the bloodbath or fall to their dooms.
3...
2...
1...
With the sound of the gong, the Arena has begun.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party inside a hologram room. The walls of the party shift around to various exotic locales, but the theme of the evening seems to be Heat. Saunas and tanning beds are available, and Capitolites, their makeup practically dripping off from the temperature, are in hot tubs or stripped down in fluffy robes. Avoxes, tongueless and sweaty, bring ice cold drinks to everyone.
Anyone 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 Arena 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 otherwise it's gone.
The Arena.
The Tributes are put into the tube by their Stylists and emerge into blistering dry heat and blinding sun. They stand atop a red rock peak, in a circle, with the Cornucopia in the center. They're dressed in cargo shorts and tank tops, men and women, and hiking boots. The sun beats down mercilessly, and there's a fifty-foot drop around them from this natural pedestal.
The Cornucopia's bounty includes rock climbing harnesses, water bottles, ropes, climbing grips for shoes, globes, sunscreen, and cans of food and water. Naturally, weapons are also available - crossbows, bear traps, "walking sticks", hunting knives.
The wildlife waits for them below: gila monsters with poisonous mouths, violent javelinas, shrikes bred to go for the eyes, rattlesnakes with hallucinogenic venom.
5...
4...
Ropes and carabiners hang from the sides of the peak, for those who don't die in the bloodbath or fall to their dooms.
3...
2...
1...
With the sound of the gong, the Arena has begun.
-/-
The Party.
Back in the Capitol, the Cornucopia is being celebrated with a lavish party inside a hologram room. The walls of the party shift around to various exotic locales, but the theme of the evening seems to be Heat. Saunas and tanning beds are available, and Capitolites, their makeup practically dripping off from the temperature, are in hot tubs or stripped down in fluffy robes. Avoxes, tongueless and sweaty, bring ice cold drinks to everyone.
Anyone who's anyone is invited.
Raphael | TMNT | Tribute
At all.
The heat felt good, at the very least, but little else about the situation made him feel particularly confident. Everything that led up to this moment proved to provide very little in the ways of training, no matter how they coloured it. Sure, he was trained for fighting anyway. For surviving. Stealth. Whatever. But this was different.
Blinking away the sting of sunlight, he tossed the clothes aside and broke out in a sprint toward the pile of goodies. He wasn't sure what to grab, or if he'd even have the time to be choosy. Chances weren't in his favour for the latter-- these guys were serious, and he knew it. This wasn't a damn tickle fight.
Harness, bottle, water, rope, and knives... if possible. Two would be even better, but scoring at least one would grant him the ability to potentially carve out another.
You know, if he made it past all the oogie boogies. And tributes.
First thing's first.
Here we go. Cornucopia. Time to dine and dash.
OH HELLO
He leaped off the platform and began to run. At least he could tolerate heat; had it been cold weather, he would have rued all the coffee he'd been drinking. But here, he at least could--
He nearly skidded to a full stop as he saw the turtle-shaped creature in front of him. No. No. That couldn't be right.
It had to be an illusion.
"What the shell--!?"