The Stadium (In the Process of Ending/No longer accepting)

Jesse

I sense somethings going on with Micah and I know what it is. I have feelings for him but haven't been able to tell him yet. I nod at him, knowing what he wants to do.
Go ahead. I smiled slightly.

"But something last year had changed that, Jesse being an elite that you are I'm sure you watch the games last year." Rutila asked.

I nodded, "I did, why?"

Rutila "The Black Dagger" Nixion

I take the wet rag and whip the tear from my face and then took a deep breath.

"Then you remember at one point, a gladiator had fallen and The Black Dagger had consoled her until her death finally took her. How The Black Dagger had gone from a girl with a death wish to a murderous, unhesitant woman who killed ruthlessly. Who took life without care." I said my fearless voice finally returning.

Jesse

I nodded, "Yeah..." I trailed off not wanting to say anything else. "But don't worry about that. Be who you want to be and don't let anyone stop you. Not even winning, or your father. Your fine just the way you are And don't let anyone tell you otherwise." I said finnaly becoming myself again.

Rutila "The Black Dagger Nixion.

Jesses words rang in my head, Be myself? let all know The Black Dagger is truely General Nixion's daughter? No matter I was not comfortable being in the stadium without my mask. I turned finally placing the mask on the table.

"Head back down stairs, I need to dress myself back up as The Black Dagger." I said my emotion's fully hidden again.

They left without a word closing the door behind them. I took off my dress and grab my regular cloths, a pair of jeans a white t-shirt, and finally a black leather half jacket. I got my shoes on. I walked over to the mirror and grabbed the mask, Not yet after maybe as I die I'll reveal to the world the true secret of The Black Dagger. I placed it on making sure it was secure, and then one last final piece. A voice changer something I would use in my public Black Dagger speakings, I placed it around my neck. It would make my voice deeper than usual.

Ivan Kirill

After the "Who's that girl?" fiasco everyone went in their separate directions. Ivan stayed on the floor. Cassie stayed too. He turned towards her, confused. She always followed him around, it's not that he didn't enjoy the attention, Ivan always enjoyed attention, but she was strange. He wasn't exactly kind to her, and she's seen such a bad person he was. Ivan knew he was a bad person and he had no intention of changing that, he liked himself, but Cassie was literally his polar opposite, why was she sticking around?

"Why are you here?"

She turns towards him, her tell-tale blush on her cheeks.

"Why am I here?"

"Yes, I think that's what I asked you."

"I don't know... it was a comfortable place to sit."

"No, why are you here. At the games."

Ivan rolled his eyes. She really could be a ditz sometimes.

After that episode with the chef, Drake and I left the kitchen. i wasn't sure if it was just me or were the halls different? maybe we left through the other doors in the kitchen, but i didn't go back to check. the weird chef would be up by now.
so the place was way confusing there were huge portraits hung up on either sides of the wall. i walked by all of them without any regard, but one caught my eye. it was a portrait of a little boy around 6 with blond hair and super blue eyes. he was siting on a tree branch of a tree with a bright smile.
it was like my brain just woke up when i started making connections to who it was...could it be him?

I completely forgot that drake was with me until he asked ," do you know who that is?" i gave a little jump. in reality i didn't know who he was. i just saw him twice. i shake my head in response.
"what are you two doing down here?" an angry voice sounded from behind us. turning around we saw a maid with her hands on her hips, glaring at us.
"we just lost our way..." Drake began but she began shooing us away in one direction so we took it as the right direction to the foyer.

Cassie Brown

He's talking to me, just act cool Cass.

"Oh, I'm just hoping I win some money. I need money for my shop. I'm trying to expand 'Cassie's Cakes'."

"You own Cassie's Cakes?"

"Yeah, why?"

"My mom, she loves your place."

I turn towards Ivan, smiling brighter than I have even smiled before.

"Your mom, she's-"

"Dolores and she loves the-"

"Chocolate triple fudge peanut brownies!"

Ivan laughs, and all of a sudden I stop breathing. I've never seen him even smile genuinely before and here he is laughing with me. He really is gorgeous.

"You should laugh like that more."

I say the words without thinking first, and it completely catches me off guard, and apparently Ivan too, because he stops laughing. For a minute I think he's going to tell me off, but he just lays down and looks up at the ceiling.

"Maybe."

"Really?!"

"But I doubt it."

"Oh."

Before I turn away, I can see him smiling. I wish he wasn't such a jerk, maybe then my obsession would be slightly more understandable.

Spoiler

Jump in here, Vamp! By the way, Gary is a flat character who no one is in particular control of. He's like a bodyguard/assistant to Ronaldo.

Ronaldo Granson

"Sir, there's a problem." Gary tells me.

Rolling my eyes, I turn to him only to find a young man at his side.

"Who is this?" I ask.

"He was late." Gary replies. "He's Raphael, the one we were missing."

"Missing? When was someone going to tell me this?"

"Sir, I thought Jac - "

"Never mind."

I shake my head and sigh, locking eyes with the gladiator. He is definitely not an Elite, I notice, which causes an internal groan. But he appears to be strong and I wonder whether he might be the one to make it...

No. I stop thinking of it, knowing that my predictions weren't right.

"You should have been here two hours ago." I tell him. "You've missed the first round. What's your name?"

"Raphael Scott." He replies.

I look to Gary.

"Take him down to the mansion to meet with the others." I order. "Then bring them up. It's almost time for the second round."

Spoiler

Thanks a bunch UpandOut!

Rapheal | Going to meet the other Gladiators


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So I was introduced to Ronaldo, he seemed to be an interesting man. Though he didn't look as happy to see me. I had been late, as usual. I'm never early to anything, but I guess that could change. Gary led me through the hallways to the room where the other Gladiators. Non of them looked too happy.

"Hello Gladiators, this is the new guy. Rapheal. Make yourself at home Rapheal." He left.

Micah

Just as Jesse and I hit the bottom steps, a new guy is lead in by Gary. He looks...slightly familiar, though I know I won't be able to place him. He's not Elite and I know that's why.

"Hello Gladiators, this is the new guy, Raphael. Make yourself at home, Raphael." Gary introduces before leaving.

Another ally, perhaps? The Elites won't take him... unless they've gotten desparate. Maybe I could talk Octavius into letting him in on our pact. I don't know about the one I have with the girls though...I don't want another guy around them.

I'm the first one to introduce myself, Jesse hesitantly following at my side.

"Micah." I hold out a hand for him to shake. "Welcome to Hell."

Jesse

I watch Micah shake his hand and I follow. After he shakes Micah's I hold mine out. "Hey, I'm...Jesse." I said smiling slightly. He smiled back and wouldn't let go of my hand. I yanked out of it and put my hands behind my back. "Yep. Welcome to hell."

Drake-
Following the maid's shooing, we find our way back to the foyer. There's some new guy standing in the room talking to Micah. He doesn't look like another Elite snob, but Micah'll probably indoctrinate him into their group, so I don't even bother.

Rutila "The Black Dagger" Nixion

I walk out my door locking it with a key, with that done I placed the key in my pocket and walked downstairs as the trumpets sounded. I was opening my mouth to speak when I noticed the latecomer.

"What is this? Why is this person in General Nixion's mansion?" I said my voice way deeper than normally thanks to the voice changer.

Everyone stared at me in confusion.

Rapheal | Meeting the Gladiators

A girl with blond hair and a boy with shorter brown hair came to shake my hand. They both looked a bit younger than him. Maybe in their early twenties.

"Welcome to Hell" he heard the boy say.

He chuckled.

"It seems I'm right at home then" I could tell the girl was amused by his accent.

tal vez nunca oyó un acento español - haha I crack my self up...

Spoiler

Perhaps she has never heard a spanish accent - that may be a little off, still getting back into the spanish mindset

Ivan Kirill

Ivan smiled as he laid down. Cassie was an interesting person, he'd probably keep her around for a while. A few moments later the door opened and a new kid walked in and went up stairs before coming down a few minutes later. Cassie looked intrigued by a new face, but Ivan couldn't care less. To Ivan he was just a new person to kill, yes he was trying that whole "I'm a good guy, trust me" plan, but that apologizing he did earlier still had him feeling sick.

"Look, Ivan, a new kid."

"I know."

"Are you going to-"

"Nope."

Ivan decided he needed to draw a group meeting. With all the new competition arriving he needed a plan. With a little searching he found Drake and Mouse. He rolled his eyes at the dirty look Drake shot him and sighed.

"Look, things are getting pretty serious. If we all want to make it to the last round we'll need to work together. You guys don't like me, and I don't like you, but there are some skills we all have that can work well if we put them together. We need a solid plan, a few spies, and some weapons."