An Arena of Life

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Disclaimer: I did not make this up on my own. I encourage you to read the book this is based on for a better understanding of this. The book is called Arena, by Karen Hancock. Very good, please consider reading it.

Plot;
Okay, this is modern, and people get paid for doing simple experiments. Things like peg-in-the-hole, ink blob, psycho-babble evaluations. You know what I’m talking about. Nothing special. Most of our characters come to take an experiment, in different areas of the world, and are transported to the Arena.

They are given a few blue, glowing blocks, a few Lego-like blocks, and a manual telling them to stay on the White Road. It is supposedly safe from the ‘bio forms’ that roam this world. The manual tells them to go to a Gate, where they will be let out.


Setting;
The Arena, when you gain consciousness, it looks like a desert, with spiny trees, and tall, red canyons. The experiments usually start out in a small cave, which disappears after a while. The time looks to be around 7:00pm. If you have questions about the Bio-forms, or anything else, my characters can probably answer you-in character, of course. If you’re /really/ confused, you can ask me.


Characters we will need;
New experiments. They have to be 21 or older, because it’s illegal to sign up for an /innocent/ experiment, if you’re under 21.
Your characters should probably begin either on or near the road. You can have something attack them or not-your choice.

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Ooc;;

Intro coming.

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The Road led to a canyon, as a slight hill rose from the ground. Cresting the hill, with sureness in her step, appeared a woman, of about twenty-three years. Her short, blond curls clustered cheerily about her round, expressive face, as she proceeded down the hill. Bright hazel eyes looked over the dusty White Road, as booted feet hit the dry ground.

She was wearing a dusty pair of jeans that obviously hadn’t been washed in a while.
A grey t-shirt clung to her upper torso, highlighting a rather pretty figure, although it was obvious that that was the least of her worries.
Her face, now that the dying sunlight was hitting it squarely, seemed to be a mix of things; dirty, pretty, tired, and strangely, cheerful-even in this barren place.

A belt hung around her slim waist, and some sort of a gun hung from the belt, accompanied by a small knife. The gun looked transparent, oddly enough.
Behind her, a man walked, with an easy stride that belied his exhausted state.
His face was the same as hers-tired, hot, dirty, and etc-but without the cheerfulness.

His hair was a nondescript brown, and hadn’t been washed in several days-probably the reason he cut it so short. Wearing the same combat boots, he walked quickly, easily in dusty jeans, a black t-shirt enclosing his thin top.

The same belt hung around his waist, holding the knife and small gun, while a light rifle was slung across his back. But the worst thing about him-that you could see-was the look in his dark blue eyes. They were haunted, with a knowing expression one would not easily forget. The eyes easily made you forget his age of twenty-seven.

Turning to him as they reached the road, she spoke, in a high, light, cheerful tone, incongruous with her surroundings. “Camden, I say we’ve got enough lizard horns.”
The man stopped, and nodded, his cobalt eyes never leaving their surroundings, constantly on the alert.

She smiled, a dazzling, happy smile, and continued. “So, we should head for Lander tomorrow. It’s been seven weeks and we’ve thirty-seven horns. Plus,” she added, smiling wistfully, “I haven’t had a bath for ages.”
The woman chattered on, visuallizing what she would do when they got to the vague semblance of civilization, as Camden continued to search the surroundings, vaguely concerned.

Finally, he spoke, a gruff, unused voice. “Dia, we leave tomorrow. Trogs are coming. They’ll probably be here by tomorrow.”
Dia stopped her chatter, worry evident in the girlish face. “Camden, are you all right?”
Moving toward him, she searched the grizzled, shadowed face.

He waved her off, irritation coming to the surface. “I’m fine.”
The man seemed to be ready to say something else, but stopped and turned away, headed toward the cave. They stopped a moment before going in, as they gazed down the Road.
They weren’t expecting anything, just waiting, watching as the sun went down.