Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
I lay on the ground perfectly still, trying not to tense my muscles, lest they give away my secret. I needed help, not a fight. This girl was obviously a gladiator, or former gladiator, and one not very fond of visitors.
When the man didn't move to attack me I stood up, and new I had been given away. My movements were much sharper that a normal humans, and faster in such a way that almost seemed animal like.
"You're on the drug?"
I nodded.
"Then how did she nock you over?"
"I let her. I don't want a fight. Not out here."
He stepped back involuntarily, "Did you really run away?"
"I'm in a t-shirt, sweat pants, and slippers. I don't think I would go on a mission like this. I may be hard to kill but a bullet will take me out just as fast as it would you."
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
“Are you coming, or what?” Runner called back to the two men. “I don’t have to save you. You know that, right?” She heard some muttering from a little ways behind her and felt the gladiators fall into step.
Runner inwardly cursed herself. Why was she letting two strangers join her? One fifth of her entire life had consisted of isolation and secrecy. Not getting caught, that was the key to it all.
And now, out of nowhere, two escaped gladiators turned up on the same night, and found her in what she had thought to be a secure hiding place. Runner did not believe in destiny, but she had to admit that this coincidence was more than strange. There was a good chance that these were government agents in disguise, directing her into an ambush.
Runner’s instincts told her to run, to get away from them, but a small part of her brain… the one that had been closest to her mother… gave her quite different advice. She hugged the old felt coat around herself.
Well, she thought, if they are agents, they’ll meet their end soon enough. And if they’re not… I don’t know. I’ll keep an eye on them for now. Maybe I could sleep in the treetops for extra protection. She grimaced. Runner didn’t mind spending time up in the trees, quite the opposite, in fact. But sleeping up in the canopy always made her sore. Being able to keep her balance on a branch was almost impossible while asleep.
Runner sighed. If they were agents, she’d run. If they were what they said they were, she’d dump them as soon as she could.
Shrugging her backpack into a more comfortable position on her shoulders, she redoubled her pace. These woods would not be safe much longer, and they only had a few hours of night left.
“C’mon.” She said. “We’ve got a long way to go.”
Spoiler
So, I was thinking, to help allong the plot, that is, the gladiators escape from their various facilities, and, I dunno, meet up and form a resistance group. That's what the original plan was, wasn't it? So, first things first, find a reason to escape, everyone! (Everyone posting, that is... which is about three or four people at max... *Sigh*)
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Mutant Plot Bunnies
Is it just me, or are the plot bunnies taking advantage of my ADD?
Fighting Name: Sakura even though she is not fully japanese due to her weapon she has been called that.
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birth/Ancestral Home: Monte-Carlo, Monaco
Appearance:
-Hair color, length: dead black, middle of back
-Eye color: hazel/green/brown, changes depending on mood
-Height: 6'1
-Dress: Army green pants, Blain black t-shirt
Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, ruthless, at times bitchy but doesn't talk much.
Likes: The dark, Quiet, fighting, change, tigers
Dislikes: Loud obnoxious people. Boats. Cheerios. Dolphins. Her foster parents. The government.
Habits: When nervous twirls a piece of her hair around her finger, normally has a bored look upon her face
Preferred Weapon(s): Samurai Sword
History: Was born in Monte Carlo, her mother died in childbith, her japanese father left her in an abandonded warehouse where a young woman named Selene found her, and raised her untill she was 7 then moved to Fairbanks Alaska. Selene taught her self-defense and how to kill with a sword. Selene was killed in an "accident" and at age 14 Annette was left alone. She stayed in the house in Alaska untill social services found her and put her in foster care. Her foster care parents were scientists/physcos and used her for testing of the steroid untill they found out she was immune. 3 years later she is still on the run.
Up for Love?: Yes but is not easily trusting so you must be patient and must work hard. Expect some strange reactions.
Other: Has pretty much no money and her only skill is killing with a samurai sword so she moves constantly to avoid being discovered and fights in illegal arenas.
Picture(s):
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I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
Okay, guys, I hate to be pesky, but please keep swearing to a minimum. There are other words to descibe a character or show emotion. Please, cussing makes me wince. I only allow it in moderation.
Religion without science is lame; science without religion is blind.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
I was in an illegal arena, getting ready to fight.
"Sakura vs. Minniqua!" the projector bellowed.
I took a swig of water and walked into the field. It was blazing hot and I felt lucky to have only worn a tank top and capris. I faced my oponent, a tall, willowy girl my age maybe a bit older. She had a machete in her hands and was twirling it lightly, a slightly smug grin on her face. Obnoxious are you?
The bell gonged and she raced towards me at rapid speed, the machete directed towards my heart. At the very last second, I jumped out of the way and sliced her in the back with my katana before placing it right back into the sash across my back. Blood spilled out of the cut and she fell to the ground for a second.
She suddenly jumped up and attacked again, a newfound fury blazing as hot as the scorching heat in her eyes. She swung the machete across my face, cutting a little of my cheek. I dug the katana out of the holder and stabbed her lightly in the stomach. She kneeled over and fell onto her knees. I hadn't cut her deep enough to kill her just enough to stop her from beheading me.
" FIVE! FOUR THREE! TWO! ONE!! Winner Sakura. Outcome: Alive. Next Match: Aileen vs. Sid Arthur" the projector yeeled again. I wiped off the blood on my hands and began to walk to the doors. I went to the teller and received my money. Only 30 dollars. That would buy food for maybe a week or two. I was about to go out the tunnel leading to the real world which was no better than down here when a voice called out my fighting name.
***that could be anyone, just trying to put myself in***
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
