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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.
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-12-06 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Venus seems equally calm, although hers clearly comes from that aura of confidence she exudes. She didn't walk away from the Cornucopia uninjured, but she isn't shaken by that; she's completely at peace with the idea of her own death, and with the killing she had to do to get the crowbar she now carries. She swings it at her side, clacking it against the wall at times to shoo pigeons and rats away from her.

She's done the Arena so many times before that she's honestly forgotten to keep track. She stops when she sees someone down the hall from her in the glum, flickering light.

"New kid?"

She tightens her grip on her crowbar.
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[personal profile] affluenza 2014-12-06 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he says, raising his hands up in front of his chest as if to say 'please don't attack me'. This would be the only arena he'd get to play the confused, timid new guy card in. Might as well take advantage.

He doesn't really like being called a kid, though.

"I take it you're not? New, I mean."
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-12-06 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
No one ever asks here that. Either they quickly agree that killing each other is probably going to be a losing game for both of them, or they just go ahead and attack her.

Her eyes flick up to the bird flapping away, casting a shadow across the one patch of light in the building, it seems. She lets her shoulders relax a bit, not because she trusts this stranger but because there's no way he'll loosen up before she does.

"I'm looking for someone. You see any kids run down this hallway?"
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[personal profile] atoner 2014-12-07 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
It's the way he ducks and spins. Even here in the dark, it sparks a memory in Natasha. Well, after spending so many years fighting beside him, she knows Clint. The way he moves. He'd done the same thing during their fight on the helicarrier. It's him, isn't it? She's...about 80% sure.

Well. 80% is enough to make her stop with the intention of garotting someone, at least. In the silence, her voice is sharp, cutting through the darkness.

"Clint," is all she says. And sure, if it isn't him, it's a little risky giving away her position like that, but it's a risk she'll take. One that she's assessed that she's perfectly capable of taking. If she's wrong, she'll move. Regroup, reassess.

But she's pretty sure she's not wrong.
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[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-12-07 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not the issues, it's people being surpri-"

Tony narrows his eyes at the darkness, while he hadn't exactly spoken to Clint all that much, but there was certainly something about the delivery did cause Tony to feel he was right about this.

"When you're done, Drake Mallard, would you like to shuffle your way over here. I'm really not enjoying rats running over my feet while I'm trying to figure out if you're going to attack me."
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-12-08 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Venus holds up a hand and starts counting them off with her fingers. "Um, been in at least six. So, you know. I'm kind of a regular around these parts."

She brings the crowbar up and behind her neck, holding it from both sides and rolling her neck back over it.

"Don't worry, I'm picky about who I kill these days."
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[personal profile] permets_tu 2014-12-08 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Grantaire is seized. He has little enough time to react, save clutch at the arm that has taken hold of him and hope for a swift death. He had had no real hopes of winning but had sought to avoid death for as long as he could, finding no pleasure in the promised pain of it. In the struggle he throws a punch blindly, hoping to strike any part of his attacker with enough force to make him loosen his hold. He is a decent boxer and can hold his own in a match but this miserable game has him suffering from lack of drink and he is unprepared, only knowing that if he gains his freedom he intends to run.

If he escapes. The prospect is a poor one.
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[personal profile] not_a_songbird 2014-12-10 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
He studied her a long moment, head turning a fraction, eyeballing her sidelong. Noting the subtle shift as he regarded her question.

"The only young I saw were at the horn." He gestured toward it, an imposing shadow in the distance. "Whether any lived, I cannot say."

(And it bothered him distantly, like an itch just out of reach. Grown warriors, uneven unwilling was one thing. But children, not even old enough to ascend....)

He frowned.

"Why are they here? Are they deviates?"
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-12-11 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
"We're here because no one cares who we are as long as we're entertaining." It's a pretty straightforward answer, but once opened up it unfurls into a thousand questions, both existential and practical. Most of them are questions she's still asking herself and in no state to answer for him.

"If I drop the crowbar, will you put the knife away? I'm not going to pretend we can't beat the hell out of each other with our hands, but, you know. Show of trust."
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[personal profile] not_a_songbird 2014-12-11 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He knew why they were here, but the young? Silently, he judged that these people - this world - must be very fortunate indeed if they were so plentiful as to cull children before ascension age.

At her suggestion, a dark eyebrow lifted... though his fingers did slowly relax.

"I was told that this was to be a fight to the death," he said bemusedly. "I was not expecting conversation."
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-12-11 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Venus shrugs and smiles, just a little bit. "We like to mix it up a little if we been here long enough."

She sets the crowbar down and stretches her legs.

"What's your name?"
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herppp sorry that I'm so late.

[personal profile] waterresistant 2014-12-12 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Kamui hadn't lasted for long in the arena.

Before meeting his demise, he had managed to take out a good number of other tributes. Even after the bloody events at Cornucopia he still had defeated several fighters in a duel.

He really wished that he would have fallen in a combat, at least that would have left him with some kind of pride and saved him from humiliation. But no, he died by having a collapsing on him, something that the suspected being caused by someone else-- someone who was capable of controlling the whole arena from the outside.

Suffering such miserable and unfair death had left him even more angry and spiteful than before. After all, he had given his everything to win this ridiculous game. Obviously not because he liked it, but because it seemed like the only way to move on this world. To gain access to more information on how they've manage to change him, make him weaker like this. And more importantly: find out where they had taken Subaru.

But now he was back in the beginning and in the same position where he had started. He was still nothing but a tribute, who was barely above an ant without any basic rights. And to add even more mock to this insult, he was forced to come and attend to this party where he and others ought to follow the ongoing events at arena.

So there he was, standing in the dark and gloomy corner of the courtyard, dressed up in dark red clothing that was decorated with different gems that shined in different colors. The most people out there had already given up on trying talk to him and ignored him by gathering back to their own small groups so that they could (rather loudly) share the latest gossips and their opinions about the current game.
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[personal profile] undonevictory 2014-12-15 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
When he caught sight of the younger man (and really, the stylist were doing their best to make sure he and everyone else caught sight of him) he went still, unsure.

This was not the Kamui he knew. But either way, this Kamui was going to be wrapped up in all of that. The Capitol wouldn't leave it to rest, and he knew they wouldn't let this boy get far without making him a player in all of it, whether he wanted to be or not.

"You're Kamui, yes?" He said softly, approaching the other.
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[personal profile] not_a_songbird 2014-12-16 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
How long did they last then?

His brows veed, forehead wrinkling.

"Vultan, of the Dactyl," he replied formally, the string of words sounding like a title because they were. Though he decided to forgo announcing his status of Chieftain for the time being.

No need trying undo attention, he decided, if this foolishness was truly going to last as long as the woman was making it sound it would.

"And you?" he nodded back at her.
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-12-22 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Dactyl as in ptero?" Venus raises an eyebrow. It's not the weirdest thing she's heard of, and plenty of people here go by titles. The Initiate, the Signless. She introduces herself by a nom de guerre so who's she to judge?

"Venus Dee Milo. Can't exactly say 'at your service', though."
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[personal profile] not_a_songbird 2014-12-22 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
His head cocked in confusion.

"I do not think so," he said, blinking at her as he tried to place her meaning through context. A talent he'd become increasing good at the longer he conversed with Flash Gordon.

Unfortunately, she hadn't given him much to puzzle with.

"I am from Mongo," he tried, thinking perhaps she meant a place of some sort.
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-12-28 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Not a place she knows. A muscle beneath her mouth twitches as she considers it.

"I'm from Georgia, and I'm guessing that means about as much to you as 'Mongo' means to me." She makes a 'zip' signal with her hand. "Your people got a code of rules?"
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[personal profile] not_a_songbird 2014-12-28 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"We follow the ways of the Hawk."

Somehow, he managed to stand even straighter, his broad shoulders squaring even more proudly.

"We are warriors, both proud and deadly." Then, he smiled. "But not without reason. As it would see you do not mean to harm me, I will not harm you, Venus of Georgia."
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-12-30 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
That could mean anything. Hawks are noble, solitary, proud creatures - but they also pick off mother rabbits and leave the infants to starve. Venus has learned the hard way about nature in Panem.

"Sounds straightforward enough. So I guess the next question would be - if you're not going to hurt me, will you help me? I'm trying to protect a few people. Just a handful."
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[personal profile] not_a_songbird 2014-12-31 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
"It seems strange..." he began, considering her offer carefully. "Considering what we are meant to do -- would that not merely postpone the inevitable?"

He studied her for a moment, watching her face. Then, with a breath he nodded.

"But if this is as long as you say it is, allies might be wise."

Not least because of his disadvantage here, being new, everything being so strange.

Vultan was not adverse to new lessons.
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2015-01-03 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Very possibly. But odds are they're going to kill us with explosions or wild animals first." That's the question every time, the futility of this entire struggle. What happens when they get to the end?

What ever happens when they get to the end?

"Think of this game more as survival than murder."

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