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

Drake
I walk in with my hands in my pocket, eyes scanning the fancy room instinctively for anything light and valuable. The others look pretty well equipped. I'll have to steal one of their weapons next time I have a chance.
The Ronaldo guy looks at me disparagingly for a moment before a fake smile forms.
"And who are you?" he asks and I instantly hate the guy.
"Drake," I say, "what's with the mask?" I sneer at the girl next to me.

Rutila "The Black Dagger" Rida


A man walked in, Ronaldo taking names, I was on the list obviously. but the way this man acted, walked, and even talked. Told her that this was a common thug looking to make a quick and easy buck. I will never allow such a criminal live long enough to become an elite.

"What's with the mask?" He said bluntly.

"What an idoit." I thought.

I walked away and towards a blond hair girl who if I was correct her name was Jesse, I blocked out the guy as he yelled something at me, but I didn't catch.

Jesse-

I looked over as the girl with the mask stands next to me. "Um, Hi." I said smiling. "I like your style." I nodded and looked straight focusing back on Ranaldo.

Rutila "The Black Dagger" Rida

I gave Jesse a nod and grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her face closer to mine and spoke.

"The man talking to the announcer, don't allow him to win, he's just a common thug looking to make a quick buck. He's undeserving of it unlike us true elites." I said speaking quietly.

She gave me a slight nod understanding me .

I nodded, understanding. "Yeah, He kinda looks like a ladies man." I said shrugging. "I'll do anything to get him out of my way."

I smiled and got back inline. I liked this girl.

Micah

The new man forces the girl to leave the end of the line and end up behind me next to a pretty blonde. I can't help but wonder about them, the both, and find myself glancing back.

Focus, Mi. I tell myself, turning back around to focus on Ronaldo. You have no time for that. This is a one sided game. Only one of us makes it out. It better be you.

They whisper something and I get an offensive vibe. I catch the word 'elites' and close it off completely. I don't want to hear anymore bias from the upper class, even if it isn't directed towards me.

But before I know what I'm doing, I slip to their sides and lightly clear my throat.

"Do I smell friendship?" I whisper.

Jesse

After talking to that girl that caught my liking a handsome guy steps next to me. "Do I smell friendship?" He asks, his voice as smooth as ice. I smiled and nodded, "I guess so. What's your name?" I whispered, trying not to catch Ranaldo's attention.

Micah

"I guess so." The blonde replies. "What's your name?"

"Micah." I say. "And yours?"

Rutila "The Black Dagger" Rida

I whispered one more thing to her, something I hoped would last till the end where we don't have to play nice with each other after its announced.

"I suggest we call an alliance so we can play nice until the end? Alright?" I whispered.

Drake
The girl looked at me like I was something she'd accidentally stepped in, then walks away. I yelled at her, trying to hide a smug smile. A knife had been about to fall from her sleeve, and now it was mine. I look towards the man next to me.
"Ellites, huh?" I said. The guy looked at me like I was two-headed fish.
"I am Ivan Kirvill, son of-," he said, but I zoned out after that. Obviously this guy was some ellite big-shot as well.
"So when can we get this thing started?" I asked Ronaldo before Ivan finished talking. this Ivan dude looks tough, and by the feel of the blade, that masked chick knows what she's doing, but I'm up for the challenge.

Jesse

"Micah." He replies. "And yours?"

I smile again, "Name's Jesse. Nice to meet you Micah."

Then the girl whispers to me, "I suggest we call an alliance so we can play nice until the end. Alright?"

I hesitate at her words. My mom always told me.

Playing nice loses the game.

I looked at her again, realizing that I probrably had nothing to worry about. "Agreed. And anyways, I'm good at destracting." I smirked.

Cassie Brown~

"Name?"

"C-Cassie Brown. I'm a b-baker."

Everyone's looking at me and I've never been this nervous in all of my life. I'll have to agree with Ivan (Oh my God, I can't believe he's here! I've never been so starstruck!) in saying that I just want the games to start. Why did I even sign up for this? No, I'm strong, I can deal with this. But people are already whispering with each other, making plans, starting alliances...

Where does that leave me? I'm a good asset to have, but I'm sure everyone's doubting me. I guess I shouldn't have worn a dress here... Dresses don't look tough. My fingers are twirling my hair before I even realize my hand moved. I must look like a ditz. Oh no... Oh boy...

I start to talk to a boy (was his name Micah?) but he moves away towards a group of two that seems like nothing but trouble. That's done. They're probably creating a team. I'll just go up to Ivan (Sweet Jesus Lord baby cakes!) and see if he needs help. He looks mad, but I think that may just be his default expression.

He glares at me before I can even say hello. Man, now I'm shaking. Maybe I should just walk away.

"Can I help you, blonde?"

"I-it's C-Cassie actually..."

He smiles. Oh my cupcakes and taffy...

"Well, Cassie, can I help you?"

"Can you... Can I... Umm... We should team up."

My heart is somewhere in my throat, it needs to go back down because I'm choking on it.

"With you? Why?"

(Stop acting like this, Cass. You're not like this at all. Be yourself.)

I take a deep breath and exhale through my nose. I stop shaking, color returns to my face, and I give a cocky smile.

(There's my girl.)

"Because I'm fast and smart. You'll need someone like me, trust me on that one."

Micah

The girls whisper a few things before I look at the one dressed in black.

"And your name?" I ask.

The man who'd walked in inturrupts Ivan as I speak, asking Ronaldo something. I study him the best I can, wondering what he might bring to this...

Drake-
I'm getting jumpy and ready to get going. In the few minutes I've been here, I've decided I don't want to be in an alliance with anyone, except maybe the nervous one. But she's talking to that annoying Ivan now, and she'll probably be the first to get killed off anyways.
I rock on my heels back and forth. I should steal some new boots when this is all over; my heels are wearing out a bit.

Ivan Kirill

Ivan lets out a loud laugh and smirks down at the once trembling girl standing before him. She was cute, he'd give her that, but could she fight? What more of an asset would she be to him other than bait? Ivan's eyes widen with realization and a great idea. She would be perfect bait. She did say she was fast and smart, he'd have to use that.

"You've got a point Camry-"

"Cassie... it's Cassie."

Ivan rolls his eyes and huffs.

"Sure, Cassie, right. Anyway, I think we should stick together. That is to say, I won't kill you first at least."

A little bit of color drains from Cassie's face, but she quickly regains her posture and toughens up. Ivan inclines his head a bit and smiles before patting her quickly on the head.

"Now, Cass my girl," he drawls, a lazy smile on his face, "you noticed those two talking in the corner, and that late comer that cut me off?"

She nods and Ivan lowers his head closer to her ear while leading them away from the crowd.

"Well, we get them first. That Maury guy-"

"Micah?"

"Sure, well he doesn't look to bad yet. We avoid mask girl, she looks dangerous."

Cassie nods.

"This could work out fine, Cassie. Now all we need are weapons..."