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Post by вєвє on Nov 30, 2016 14:37:51 GMT -5
*Flips coin* Ancient rome! But how about my girl is a germain young girl when she is caught by a legion of roman soldiers then we can figure out the rest as we go if you want. Unless you have a better plot.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 14:38:01 GMT -5
[Yeah, sure. I don't know if you'd like to start - I did the last post, that's all x]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 14:42:29 GMT -5
*Flips coin* Ancient rome! But how about my girl is a germain young girl when she is caught by a legion of roman soldiers then we can figure out the rest as we go if you want. Unless you have a better plot. [I have a similar plot going on a different rp tbh but we could do something like that - maybe she's captured in battle My other plot for Rome is where I have this Celtic gladiator guy - the same guy I'm using with bloodrose tbh - who is captured by the Romans in battle and made a gladiator. Your girl is the daughter of the Roman emperor. They meet just before a fight, which my guy loses - but your girl votes to save his life]
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Post by вєвє on Nov 30, 2016 14:49:16 GMT -5
Kinda like pompeii with Kit Harrington. We can have the girl with her family visit Britania and stop by a local gladiator fight. Sound perfect! Lets do it!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 14:54:45 GMT -5
[Okay! They don't have to be in Britain, though. Usually he's in the Coliseum in Rome.
Want to start or me? Remember, they have to meet before the fight, so if you start, maybe have her in the market outside the Coliseum, where people often betted on the gladiators]
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 30, 2016 14:55:08 GMT -5
[Maybe they start discussing it while training, and it starts to build into something that could actually be an idea. We could have them escape before the first fight or we could include the first fight for drama?] Both men were bruised and panting by the time they went back to their holding cells. Sweat sometimes irritated Aedan's old stomach wound, and as he wished Damainos good night and settled down, he began to carefully wiping the sweat off, biting his lip so as to not make any sound. Even after 5 years the wound still acted up, and today was a bad day indeed. Over the course of the week Damianos trained vigorously with his new friend, every so often picking up on weak points within the patrols, or on breaks in the walks that could be easily traversed; he paid close attention to the archers and where their vantage points were the most weakened, and then again to the weaponry that was placed around the yard. He'd hint to Aedan all of these things, grasping onto hope that he might be able to escape- if not alone, then together, where they'd be stronger. (Damianos' mother was killed after he was taken, by the way; He doesn't know yet but the Roman gladiator trainer?* does- he's going to tell him before he goes into the arena to rile him up)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 15:11:18 GMT -5
[OOOOH nice! And yeah, the trainer thing was fine, they had trainers. Kind of like an agent for modern day entertainers actually XD]
Over the week, Aedan's training had been punctuated with observations from his new friend . Observations that might prove useful. Perhaps Aedan had been too extreme in his escape plans - he had been considering either him - one person - escaping alone, or every slave in the Arena. Maybe two was a safe number? Maybe two would succeed.
But finally, the day of the fight had come, and Aedan got the gnawing dread he always had. He was restless the whole morning before the fight, his training more intense than ever, as he tried to ignore the heavy weight in his stomach.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 30, 2016 15:16:16 GMT -5
[OOOOH nice! And yeah, the trainer thing was fine, they had trainers. Kind of like an agent for modern day entertainers actually XD] Over the week, Aedan's training had been punctuated with observations from his new friend . Observations that might prove useful. Perhaps Aedan had been too extreme in his escape plans - he had been considering either him - one person - escaping alone, or every slave in the Arena. Maybe two was a safe number? Maybe two would succeed. But finally, the day of the fight had come, and Aedan got the gnawing dread he always had. He was restless the whole morning before the fight, his training more intense than ever, as he tried to ignore the heavy weight in his stomach. One of the trainers approached him, a stern expression on his face. 'You're not fighting alone today.' He said, cracking his knuckles. 'You'll be fighting your first pairs.' He gestured towards Damianos' cell, where another trainer was speaking to him, too. 'We're satisfied with how you two have interacted during training, and we're giving you both a chance out there together. Don't blow it.' He growled, jabbing his finger into Aedan's chest. An angry, distressed yell came from Damianos' cell, full of pain- as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest. A loud, shuddering clank and groaning of chains followed, sounding as though he was fighting to escape his bonds. The trainer nodded with satisfaction. 'He will fight.' He murmured, before walking away. 'You have fifteen more minutes before I will be back to collect you.' The other trainer walked past, a sadistic smirk on his lips as he left as well.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 30, 2016 15:18:28 GMT -5
(Sorry if that read weird or if I wrote anything that didn't sound right!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 15:21:23 GMT -5
Aedan had barely been able to take in his trainer's words, he was so distressed by the sounds coming from Damianos' cell. The moment the trainer left, Aedan moved as close to Damianos' cell as he possibly could.
"Come on, Damianos," Aedan said calmly, and almost gently, unusual for him "Remember everything I have taught you? It will be fine. We are going to do this, and we'll do it together. I promise you I won't let anything happen to you, not on your first fight. We're going to get out of this, okay? We're going to win, and it'll all be okay. At least this way you aren't alone on your first fight"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 15:21:40 GMT -5
(Sorry if that read weird or if I wrote anything that didn't sound right!) [No, it was perfect x]
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 30, 2016 15:25:18 GMT -5
Aedan had barely been able to take in his trainer's words, he was so distressed by the sounds coming from Damianos' cell. The moment the trainer left, Aedan moved as close to Damianos' cell as he possibly could. "Come on, Damianos," Aedan said calmly, and almost gently, unusual for him "Remember everything I have taught you? It will be fine. We are going to do this, and we'll do it together. I promise you I won't let anything happen to you, not on your first fight. We're going to get out of this, okay? We're going to win, and it'll all be okay. At least this way you aren't alone on your first fight" Damianos lifted his head, chest rapidly rising and falling, his breathing ragged. His usually warm brown eyes were flecked with the red of Ares, and they held grief and murderous rage. 'They killed my mother,' he hissed, yanking again on the chains that held him down; they creaked, and seemed to bend at the wall. 'She did nothing. She did nothing!!!' He screamed, lunging forwards, one of the chain-links snapping, but the rest luckily held.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 15:30:15 GMT -5
Aedan shot back as the Greek exploded in anger, but the Celt himself softened in sympathy.
"Oh, I am sorry, Damianos…" he murmured, unsure of what to say, but incredibly sympathetic to his new friend "I know there's nothing I can say to make this better for you, and I'm sorry. They've done it to rile you up, before the fight. They want you to be angry, Damianos. Don't give them the satisfaction. You can at lease withhold that from them"
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 30, 2016 15:34:34 GMT -5
Aedan shot back as the Greek exploded in anger, but the Celt himself softened in sympathy. "Oh, I am sorry, Damianos…" he murmured, unsure of what to say, but incredibly sympathetic to his new friend "I know there's nothing I can say to make this better for you, and I'm sorry. They've done it to rile you up, before the fight. They want you to be angry, Damianos. Don't give them the satisfaction. You can at lease withhold that from them" He bowed his head, struggling to overcome his grief and listen to Aedan's voice, tearing up. He swallowed back the lump in his throat, his fathers blood making it nearly impossible to dispose of the anger. So, instead, he grasped it; he pushed it down; he would use it when it was needed. He took a deep breath, then quietly looked back up at the celt, gaze dim. 'I'm okay.' He whispered. 'Go focus on yourself. I'll be fine.'
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Post by вєвє on Nov 30, 2016 15:37:29 GMT -5
"Sabina come along, your father and brother wish to see the gladiators before the go under the tunnels." Her mothers call floated to the young girls ears. The queen was in a bright gold gown with a silver sash in the crook of her arms. Her hair had bits of grey in her copper hair and bright grey eyes with a slightly robust woman though she had a tall stature. "Mother, I do not wish to see these men for most will pass. All because of their stature in our society." A girl of 5'7" with ebony black hair and light blue eyes mumbled moving past the other people her two guards following her. She had a light purple flowing dress with a black band around her thin waist, her own silver sash resting in her arms. "Darling you must give these men a reason to fight. Here take this," She handed her daughter a white clothe with a purple crown embroidered. "Choose one for your favor" She rolled her eyes and watched as her father and brother came up to them. It was not long until the line of men started to come out of the tunnels.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 15:38:12 GMT -5
Aedan shook his head "No. We still have time. I'm going to stay with you for a while. I don't want you to be alone right now. I might be a veteran of slavery, but that doesn't mean I have forgotten grief and anger."
He found that he cared too much for this new friend to leave him alone in his grief, and he felt compelled to stay. He had to. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let Damianos suffer alone after the friendship they had formed.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 30, 2016 15:41:40 GMT -5
Aedan shook his head "No. We still have time. I'm going to stay with you for a while. I don't want you to be alone right now. I might be a veteran of slavery, but that doesn't mean I have forgotten grief and anger." He found that he cared too much for this new friend to leave him alone in his grief, and he felt compelled to stay. He had to. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let Damianos suffer alone after the friendship they had formed. He swallowed down another lump, a few tears managing to escape and drop down his cheeks, moved by Aedan's kindness and care. 'Thankyou.' He murmured, slowly leaning back against the wall, taking the time to focus on Aedan and fully calm himself. Their fifteen minutes were soon up, and the trainer returned. 'Let's go.' He said, walking into Damianos' cell and unchaining him, shoving him towards Aedan. Damianos staggered, jaw tense, gritting his teeth. He glanced at Aedan, and nodded at him to lead the way.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2016 15:42:07 GMT -5
Felix was among one of the many gladiators who was led out of the tunnels and to a line of carts, on each of which a gladiator would kneel for a hour or so. He knelt on the back of a cart, which was parked in a square outside of the Coliseum in Rome among more than a dozen others.
His real name was Aedan, for he was from Britain, the land of the Celts. His tribe had been the last to fall to Rome, perhaps thanks to his efforts in the final battle. The battle in which he was taken. But he heard, months after he had been taken, simply from gossip on the streets, that his tribe too had fallen. The Romans now wanted to sweep north into Caledonia (Scotland), but he figured it would fall as well.
He longed for his home, for the sweet smell that permeated the landscape, for the cool air, whipped by the seas. For the mountains, rolling and green. The Romans always complained that it was grey and wet and miserable, but to Felix, it was his home. It pained him to hear Romans complain about a place that he would give anything to return to.
When he had been taken from battle, he had been renamed, and they now called him Felix. Which the 23-year-old gladiator found cruel in its irony, considering it meant 'Luck'. His life, he couldn't help but thinking, was anything but lucky. He was a slave, in a place where they called his people savages and barbarians, in a place where he was pitted against others in battle for nothing but entertainment. In a place where his life was not his own
His blond head was bent as he knelt, his hands behind his back. His skin was very pale, so pale one could almost miss the silvery scars along his back from years of whipping. His blue eyes were shut, his face hidden behind his pale hair. The only things showing of his face were his ears, one of which wasclipped, marking him out as a slave.
Free Roman citizens circled the carts, examining the gladiators, deciding which ones to place bets on in the upcoming fights. Felix was popular, because he was Celtic, which made him quite exotic to the Romans. He had also been a gladiator for 5 years, long enough to develop the kind of sinewy muscle that drew potential betters' attention.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 30, 2016 16:08:08 GMT -5
(do they get equipped before they go inside? Like, in the tunnels inside the colosseum if you know what I mean)
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Post by вєвє on Nov 30, 2016 16:19:10 GMT -5
Sorry for the poof i had to get into the shower)
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Post by вєвє on Nov 30, 2016 16:46:09 GMT -5
Felix was among one of the many gladiators who was led out of the tunnels and to a line of carts, on each of which a gladiator would kneel for a hour or so. He knelt on the back of a cart, which was parked in a square outside of the Coliseum in Rome among more than a dozen others. His real name was Aedan, for he was from Britain, the land of the Celts. His tribe had been the last to fall to Rome, perhaps thanks to his efforts in the final battle. The battle in which he was taken. But he heard, months after he had been taken, simply from gossip on the streets, that his tribe too had fallen. The Romans now wanted to sweep north into Caledonia (Scotland), but he figured it would fall as well. He longed for his home, for the sweet smell that permeated the landscape, for the cool air, whipped by the seas. For the mountains, rolling and green. The Romans always complained that it was grey and wet and miserable, but to Felix, it was his home. It pained him to hear Romans complain about a place that he would give anything to return to. When he had been taken from battle, he had been renamed, and they now called him Felix. Which the 23-year-old gladiator found cruel in its irony, considering it meant 'Luck'. His life, he couldn't help but thinking, was anything but lucky. He was a slave, in a place where they called his people savages and barbarians, in a place where he was pitted against others in battle for nothing but entertainment. In a place where his life was not his own His blond head was bent as he knelt, his hands behind his back. His skin was very pale, so pale one could almost miss the silvery scars along his back from years of whipping. His blue eyes were shut, his face hidden behind his pale hair. The only things showing of his face were his ears, one of which wasclipped, marking him out as a slave. Free Roman citizens circled the carts, examining the gladiators, deciding which ones to place bets on in the upcoming fights. Felix was popular, because he was Celtic, which made him quite exotic to the Romans. He had also been a gladiator for 5 years, long enough to develop the kind of sinewy muscle that drew potential betters' attention. Sabina couldn't help but feel sorry for all of these men most shackled and almost of them looking miserable save the three champions who were smiling smugly at the royal family. If she had to give one man her favor it would be one who deserved to live. Her mother nudged her forward causing her to glare at the queen though she was already speaking to the slaves owners, Great... She sighed fixing her sash so it would not drag and began to walk down the line stopping at a young man whose back was to her. He sat in a cart, his large calloused hands chained together in his lap; his long blonde hair covered his face but his back was bare and in plain sight. She could see the silver scars in his pale skin, compared to her tanned olive skin he was a ghost. She couldn't help but to reach out her soft fingers tracing one scar, she felt his warm skin and lean muscles under her finger tips.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 1, 2016 11:38:35 GMT -5
(Heyyy ^.^ xx)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 2, 2016 14:46:05 GMT -5
[Bloodrose - Yeah, usually x Right before they go inside the Arena]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 2, 2016 14:50:45 GMT -5
Aedan felt the light touch of a finger tracing his back, following one of the faint scars along his back. He felt his muscles naturally tense when he was first touched, but they soon relaxed.
He didn't move and didn't speak - he wasn't sure who it was, and if it was somebody important it was best he not speak. You could get in trouble for speaking without being spoken to and he didn't want to risk any more of those scars on his back.
This was a woman, he suspected from the dainty feel of the fingertips. A noblewoman looking for someone to bet on? He couldn't know.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 16:41:06 GMT -5
(Waiting on a plah Semper xx)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 2, 2016 16:44:44 GMT -5
[Oops, I'm so sorry, I'm kind of tired. I had my first mock exam this morning and I'm still dazed XD]
Aedan nodded, stepping close to his new friend as they left the room. Aedan led the pair out into a little stone passageway, through which distant cheering could already by heard.
"Okay," Aedan turned to Damianos "We go in, salute the Emperor, wait for the signal, and then we fight like we've never fought before. For your mother. Got that?"
He waited from some kind of reaction from his friend, something to suggest that he was at all ready for what was about to come for the two men. This fight was going to be Damianos' first, and he needed to be prepared
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 16:49:20 GMT -5
[Oops, I'm so sorry, I'm kind of tired. I had my first mock exam this morning and I'm still dazed XD] Aedan nodded, stepping close to his new friend as they left the room. Aedan led the pair out into a little stone passageway, through which distant cheering could already by heard. "Okay," Aedan turned to Damianos "We go in, salute the Emperor, wait for the signal, and then we fight like we've never fought before. For your mother. Got that?" He waited from some kind of reaction from his friend, something to suggest that he was at all ready for what was about to come for the two men. This fight was going to be Damianos' first, and he needed to be prepared Damianos stiffly nodded, a twitch in his jaw. 'What happens if I don't salute?' He asked, voice void of much emotion; shutting himself down in order to be more focused and calm.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 2, 2016 17:08:22 GMT -5
[Sorry for poof, the forums never notified me of your post O.O]
"Well, trust me, you don't want to do that" Aedan replied "That's all I'll say. Don't worry, you don't have to say anything too binding or anything. You just say 'we who are about to die salute you'."
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 17:13:55 GMT -5
[Sorry for poof, the forums never notified me of your post O.O] "Well, trust me, you don't want to do that" Aedan replied "That's all I'll say. Don't worry, you don't have to say anything too binding or anything. You just say 'we who are about to die salute you'." 'I'm not going to die.' He viciously responded. 'I need to kill the man who murdered my mother.' He clenched his fists, then looked at Aedan and placed a hand on his arm. 'I'll watch your back. Trust in me.' He promised, his gaze sincere and passionate.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 17:14:16 GMT -5
(It's ok!!! I just got home, I'm going to be poofy as well because sitting with family)
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