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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecircus2014-11-29 06:35 pm
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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 you choose, even cast members who aren't or are no longer tributes.

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). 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.

Below, you will find a description of the setting for this arena as well as a few details regarding weapons, supplies and hazards.

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Setting.

The building is old and musty, light filtering down through the dust particles that every movement sends into the air. It was obviously once a grand and beautiful place, a bustling hub, but this is far from true anymore.

The building consists of multiple levels. The main concourse is a huge, cavernous room, a hard place to hide in, but where all the cornucopia goodies can be found. Blue paint speckled with gold can still be seen clinging to what's left of the room, but any design has long since eroded away. Below that, a floor that ones held business and restaurants of all natures, and lower still levels of tracks, now long past the days of holding trains. Some of these tracks can be followed down a bit, if you want to make the jump down into them, but eventually all end short, either collapsed over the years or long since flooded out, ending in dark, murky water.


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You have been outfitted in a pair of heavy cotton denim jeans, solid boots, a light cotton t-shirt and a heavy cotton hoodie. The upper floor can catch a draft, especially as night comes, but below the temperature is moderate, even warm.

Many thins are falling apart here, but the bulk of the building, made of cement and marble, has stood against time well. However, window have long since broken out, and store fronts, benches and counters made of woods have not fared as well.

Al thought electricity stopped here long ago, the Capitol has rigged partial power into the arena. Sometimes. The flickering lights are dim, and unreliable, and seem to always come and go at the worst times. Expect to find yourself exploring a tunnel by flickering lights, to suddenly be plunged into the kind of darkness you can only find under ground. Just you, the rat, and the person following you alone in the cozy darkness.
 
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Supplies.

The Cornucopia is your first, most important resource. Around it are scattered the available resources:

Weapons:
-crowbar
-six-inch serrated hunting knife
-night stick

Equipment:
-day-glow orange backpacks containing the following items:
waterproof matches, high-tensile metal chord (12 feet) iodine
-small crate labeled "apples"
-chords of nylon rope
-metal quart-sized container presumably full of water
-flash lights


**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.


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Immediate Hazards.

-The rats. They are big, nasty, and hungry. And there are MANY of them, especially if you go into the tunnels.

-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.

-Cave ins. The tunnels have not been maintained. They are not as stable as they once were after years of flooding and damage with no one to patch them up.

-The Water. Easy to acquire but bad to drink. Maybe you should pray for a rainstorm...

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Wildlife.

**Columba livia. Common city pigeon. They are available in mass, flying in from the broken windows and holes in the roof. They are flighty, and messy, but not particularly smart.

**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...) These guys are EVERYWHERE and some of them get to sizes that might make you wonder if they are cross breeding with stay dogs. And if you explores the tunnels, beware the mythical rat king a massive bundles of rats whose tails have knotted together.

Foodstuffs.

Both the rats and pigeons are edible. In additions, some of the restaurants might have food tucked into the back, in various states of edible.

Dripping water can be found in many places. Drink at your own risk. Some is fine, some...not so much.

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.
darker_alice: (water type)

[personal profile] darker_alice 2014-11-30 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Alice had her knife out, of course, and she eyed him a moment. He was not a stabber, no: she had seen her share of street urchins who had a knife at hand and knew how to use it, worse came to worse. This boy, he was just scared, and likely her appearance had done nothing to calm him.

"Back off," though? Really?

"I should be the one cautious," Alice replied, clearly ruffled. "Those objects coming from above could have killed me. You have nerve, trying to frame me as the aggressor."

Never mind that she DID still have her weapon too.
Edited 2014-11-30 15:19 (UTC)
hirodynamic: (pic#8549121)

[personal profile] hirodynamic 2014-11-30 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"You ran into me!" says Hiro defensively. "Anyway, it's your fault you weren't looking where you were going."

He tries to calculate the quickest route to escape, but it's dark, and she looks like she knows how to handle that knife. It's almost as if this whole thing is rigged to make them fail, and it angers him. A lot.
hirodynamic: (Default)

[personal profile] hirodynamic 2014-11-30 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't really thought about eating any of those rats yet, no," Hiro replies dryly. "I'm nowhere near that hungry." Yet.
darker_alice: (How do you do)

[personal profile] darker_alice 2014-11-30 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was dark," Alice said, "of course I ran into you. As for your trap, clearly I could see it, or I would have been killed. One hopes that you will be able to handle yourself when someone else approaches."

Alice wouldn't stab him, of course. She didn't needlessly murder children when they had done her no wrong.

"Are you new, or used to these kinds of situations? I have never been in a killing Arena before. At any rate, your clothing suits you better."
hirodynamic: (pic#8549119)

[personal profile] hirodynamic 2014-11-30 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoever she is, she doesn't seem like she wants to hurt him, but still Hiro stays on his guard.

"Can't say I've ever been pulled away from home to fight to the death in a nasty old warehouse, no," he mumbles in reply. "And I didn't really wanna kill anyone, okay? I'm just trying to protect myself. And now I gotta build a new trap, no thanks to you."

Maybe this one will be a little less lethal.
darker_alice: (Set in my ways)

[personal profile] darker_alice 2014-11-30 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Alice chuckled, shaking her head. "A warehouse? You could do with a bit more observation. This is a station, though a good deal bigger than I'm used to. It's a shame to have fallen into disarray: it looked like it could have been grand, once."

Was he blaming her for NOT dying? Rude!

"You'll excuse my wish to live," she said dryly. "That aside, do you have a name or shall I simply think of you as 'scared, bedraggled boy in the dark that attempted to kill me?'"
chousenplayer: (And im listening to the whispers)

[personal profile] chousenplayer 2014-11-30 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Noodle keeps quiet, stays still, ears and eyes both open for the slightest movement the smallest sound. Until she can see whose there, what she's up against she doesn't plan on letting her crowbar rest at a more at ease angle and she scans the space in front of her again and the flickering of lights behind her help her spot him.

It's just a kid, and while Noodle of all people knows how little that means, that some people would want to use the innocent assumption people have about kids, she goes with her gut. Lets her arm relax and her weapon hand loose by her side as she watches the kid. "Hello. This is yours then?"
biomechatronic: (Default)

This nerd needs to dehiatus anyway

[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-11-30 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, Dennett seems to radiate an aura of 'not lucky', and also there are RATS here, so any plan he'd had of making a dash for some kind of actual useful tool or weapon kind of got derailed, because. Well. His hatred of rats is larger than a book detailing the nasty, filthy diseases he knows they carry.

So his run suddenly becomes something more like a mad dash, away from the rats, and into...whoever is in his way.

"Oof!" It's sad to say he normally actually doesn't make a much better impression.
chicabonita: (Make it STOP!)

Yesssss

[personal profile] chicabonita 2014-11-30 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Figures. These things just never go smoothly.

She gets as far as nabbing a crowbar before running full-tilt and still stooping into Dennett, sending her tumbling backward onto the ground. Her eyes shoot upward to take in her 'assailant' - an older man. He doesn't look all that hard-edged, but also...well, they are all here to kill each other.

A snap judgement leads Zed to drop the crowbar beside her within easy reach, wincing and grabbing at her ankle. Putting on a show. "Dammit!"

Let's see what kind of man you are.
permets_tu: (shouldn't talk about it)

[personal profile] permets_tu 2014-11-30 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Grantaire had run as soon as the bell had sounded, turning away from the cornucopia and retreating in the opposite direction, towards any safety that solitude may grant him. He wasn't stupid enough to believe this would grant him mercy from the death that was awaiting him, and would never dare believe that among them all he would be the solitary survivor. Yet nonetheless, without anything to die for he found the prospect naturally unwelcome, and had thus fled in order to stave it off for as long as possible. Death would come and until it did he would wander this Arena, taking in the miserable state of it and silently curse brutal and bored individuals who found joy in watching this sport.

He should try to find those of his group, perhaps together they may survive longer, but as soon as the thought occurred to him he cast it away. What good would it be to gather and extend this? Better he struggle on alone and die the same.

Wrapped in these bleak musings Grantaire did not notice when he suddenly found himself with company, keeping close to the walls as his eyes swept over the shadows nervously, but not closely. It was an error that he would feel the weight of soon enough.
biomechatronic: (safe distance this time)

:D

[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-11-30 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
What kind of man Dennett is? He's the kind of man who will throw you between him and the rats, but then at least have the decency to feel ashamed of himself. Later.

However, that sure sounds like an injury, and he is a doctor, and he's also the oaf that collided with her.

"Oh. Oh. Oh no." He drops to one knee, reaching out. "Please, I'm a doctor. And I'm sorry."

chicabonita: (I don't...like this.)

Re: :D

[personal profile] chicabonita 2014-11-30 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Got him. Instinct works in Zed's favor again - but she knows better than to drop the act now. She doesn't feel great about lying, no, but she will drop it when they are in a safer spot. It's a necessary evil, and in a situation like this, it's better to have something resembling an ally than not.

"A doctor," she whimpers, looking to him with her best frightened stare. "You're not...going to kill me?"

Her hand rests on the crowbar, but her gaze doesn't leave him. Just in case.

"I was just trying to get enough tools...ngh...to make it through this thing. I don't want...to kill anyone."
affluenza: (wait no that's cool)

Dandy Mott | American Horror Story | Tribute | OTA

[personal profile] affluenza 2014-12-01 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
At last, his big break had come. As he breathed in the dank air of the abandoned building he knew this was where he belonged. Until now he thought he would have to choose between feeding his bloodthirst and nurturing his acting career - or at least work very hard to hide the former. Now he knew that he could have it all. Giving up on your dreams was for the poor and downtrodden, people like him always got what they wanted. He'd perform for his audience at the Capitol, they'd cheer him on as he hunted his victims, they'd love his charming smile and bloodstained face.

He knew he couldn't just lash out at everyone he saw. This was where his acting skills would come in. Lure them into a false sense of security and then strike; the wolf in sheep's clothing strategy. He was a brat, but he knew how to be charming when he needed to, and he could muster up tears if he had to look pitiful.

Yet, he had a hunting knife with him, and seemed oddly calm for someone who had participated in the rush to the cornucopia...
biomechatronic: (Default)

[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-12-01 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Dennett's about as easy to 'get' as a plump, very trusting fish.

"No, no! I, er, I haven't killed anyone yet." Something he's still strangely proud of, in a way. He's kept his doctorly 'first do no harm' intact.

"They say--they told me--if you find a place to hide, you don't have to." He's never quite managed that trick, and there are rats and...god knows what else down here so hiding is really unappealing-sounding.
chicabonita: (...Seriously?)

[personal profile] chicabonita 2014-12-01 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
That suits Zed just fine. People like Dennett are useful, that's for damn sure - and generally, they're also the kind of people Zed likes to try and return the favor to.

If they don't turn sour when they realize they've been played.

"...All right, I - if you're willing, could you help me up? Grab that pack by your foot and we can both get out of here?"

Her free hand extends, expression cautiously hopeful.
biomechatronic: (this is serious)

[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-12-01 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
He flashes a wan smile, reaching out a hand. "Of course. It's my fault you're down, after all."

And it's the least he can do. He's not a strong man, but he can carry a pack, at least.

"The name's Dennett. Dennett Norton. I'm from Detroit--erm. From Earth." He'd never thought he'd have to mention that part, but he's been here just about that long.
chicabonita: (At least it's a nice day.)

[personal profile] chicabonita 2014-12-01 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
The smile is returned, weakly, as she grabs the hand and pulls herself up to her feet. She pretends to favor her "injured" ankle, hip cocking as she balances.

"Zed. Just Zed. Glad to hear a city name I recognize." She hefts the crowbar over her shoulder. "Now let's get out of here before someone decides we're sitting ducks."
hirodynamic: (pic#8549121)

[personal profile] hirodynamic 2014-12-01 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
It's pretty frustrating-- Limited materials mean cheap traps, and Hiro only wishes he could whip up some kind of robotic solution to this problem. As it stands, he's just a kid with a tiny hunting knife and a bad attitude.

Time to make the most of it.

"So what if it is?" he snaps back, though she hadn't been remotely antagonizing toward him.
hirodynamic: (pic#8549091)

[personal profile] hirodynamic 2014-12-01 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Who are you calling bedraggled?" Hiro replies, indignant. "And for the last time, I didn't wanna kill you. Not really."

He seems sort of bothered by the insinuation, because honestly, why else would he have set a trap like that? Certainly not to scare anyone.
chousenplayer: (By the train)

[personal profile] chousenplayer 2014-12-01 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
She raises a brow at the way he snaps, though with her hair easily covering her eyes there's no way he'll see it. But it doesn't frighten her. She's grown up with Murdoc, whose temper was legendary and he had the fists to follow it. Even if they were never aimed at her, it was an experience.

"Nothing much," she says, glancing once at him and then the trap before she shrugs loosely. "It's not bad, that's all. This your first as well?"
hirodynamic: (pic#8549094)

[personal profile] hirodynamic 2014-12-01 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Hiro is met with zero hostility, and he's almost frustrated by it for a moment, determined to channel all his fear into blind rage. He sighs and lowers the knife a little, though still tense and on guard.

"Thanks," he mutters. "First time building a trap, or first time in a death match? 'Cause it's yes to both."
chousenplayer: (And all I want is)

[personal profile] chousenplayer 2014-12-01 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
She's always been pretty zen, and even if she's unsettled here she's not letting it show. And she doesn't wish to kill anyone, even though her mind tries to tell her it's the only way to win. This could just be a test, another layer of Hell to see how human she truly was.

"First time in a death match. But both is good. You wouldn't guess it anyway, with the trap." Another slight nod. "Pretty resourceful."

And finally she tacks on, "I'm Noodle."
darker_alice: (Irritation)

[personal profile] darker_alice 2014-12-01 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Alice raised an eyebrow. "You would prefer 'unkempt' then? Of course you did not want to kill me: I have known those that do, and that intent is unmistakable. You merely attempted. You are not a killer."

Which, of course, did not bode well here.

"I am asking for your name."

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Clint Barton | MCU | OTA

[personal profile] cognitived 2014-12-01 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
It all starts rather abruptly. One minute he's back home and in the next he's blinking awake in some strange place, getting himself sedated when he tries to fight his way out. The welcoming speech is a haze, fuzzy around the edges thanks to the drugs, but it's not the first time he's heard a monologue while drugged. This is, however, the first time he's found himself forcibly placed in some modern day gladiator battle. The world around them coalesces into some broken down building, dark and slowly crumbling around them. It's -- well, it's actually not as bad as he expected.

There's the steady breathing of people around him, and the glowing count down offers a rallying point. It seems to take hours for the clock to hit 1, but at the sound of the bell Clint's racing forward, faster than most of his fellow Tributes. He doesn't stop to think, snatches crowbar from the floor and a canteen of water as he goes skittering past, sweeping out to push a would be attack away. There's no higher thought than: get away, find shelter, bunker down. The tracker in his arm means there's no place to really hide from the game maker's eyes, and he knows there's got to be cameras everywhere in this place. Maybe he could have snagged a knife and cut out his tracker, but a building like this? Self contained. The only way out is to play by their rules, and those rules aren't exactly ones he likes.

So Clint stalks down a darkly lit hallway, crowbar in hand, ears and eyes straining for any hint of danger. And then, of course, the lights go out all together, leaving him in the pitch black of room with footsteps echoing like homing beacons. Just, peachy.
cauterising: (unstoppable)

roy mustang | fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood | tribute– cornucopia (OTA)

[personal profile] cauterising 2014-12-01 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't what he imagined human transmutation would be like.

He knows, of course, that it's forbidden. Knows that the costs outweigh the risks in every manner. Has seen what it gets people who try it– a lost arm, a lost leg, a lost body. While he may play a fool, he's certainly not one behind the mask. There was a reason he'd survived Ishvala, why he's still got his mind and body intact and not smeared on some rubble and sand in a far off country. So, when he'd gotten threatened to perform the forbidden, to go against the laws of alchemy, he'd refused. They weren't going to bait him into it, as much as it was painful to watch the consequences.

As much as it hurt, hurt so much to watch Riza bleed out on the flagstone. To see her blood staining the ground– there was just so much red. Roy had seen the look in her eyes though. They said don't you dare. Riza has never led him astray, and he wasn't about to go against that, not when it counted as her dying wish. But, she's not completely dying, is she? Not when Mei has healed her a little, brought her back from the brink of death.

Except it doesn't really matter, because the last thing he remembers is the piercing pain of swords running through the seals on his hands (his gloves) and the eerie white-blue light of alchemy being performed.

And now he's here, in a place called the Capitol. He's been told one thing: survive. Kill before he's killed. They've provided him a uniform of sorts, but he gets nothing else from them. Moreover, they've taken his alchemy (that's ok, he thinks, his fire runs deeper than the manifestation of flames that happens at the snap of his fingers). If he wants something, he'll have to fight for it. For entertainment of others. It's a sick game, he thinks, but hasn't he played sick games before? If this is what they want, this is what they'll get. As the timer ticks down, he breathes slowly, and just as the buzzer hits 00:00, he takes off running towards the Cornucopia.

Go ahead, try and stop him. ]

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