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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 30, 2012 21:09:13 GMT -8
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There was nowhere left to turn. Cornered, scared. This would more than likely be her last stand if she didn't make it to the Outlands. Utopians didn't take transgressions lightly, especially transgressions of her caliber. Attempted murder, and on the head of a very salient individual, at that. There could also be charges of attempted assault, treason, whatever they wanted to tack on as yet another reason to have her lynched. What use was she to them by keeping her alive? All Mona was was a ne'er-do-well who would... never do well. Evil had been wired through her very core. There was no correcting Mona. No one believed that she had even a trace of good in her.
She had escaped - she was quite good at that - but the streets were not particularly kind to a known criminal and Nix. Her only mode of transportation was her own two feet, as she would be instantly recognized in any public vehicles. Even just hoofing it, Mona was in fairly grave danger. She kept her head down and let her long, pitch tresses fall over her face. However, that wasn't exactly inconspicuous, and she still received strange stares. But Mona just didn't know what else to do. She also tried to remain calm and not sprint around the city. Running around like a maniac would only draw more attention.
Mona walked at a brisk pace to reach her destination quicker. To an outsider, it merely seemed like she was in a hurry to get where she was going, rather than that she was a felon and was trying to escape persecution. To anyone with common sense, though, they would realize the girl in an instant. Not that she was insanely famous, just somewhat well-known. There were probably warnings posted about her, that she was armed and dangerous. The former was false. The latter was still true. Mona would do whatever it took to ensure a safe passage to the Outlands.
On the outside, Mona was cool and composed. Her interior was in a flurry of anxiety and fear, though. She had not seen Utopia since she was younger - a lot younger. She had no idea where she was going or even if the same machine that she used to depart to the Outlands when she was seventeen would still be there. Mona could only hope.
Mona's legs had a different idea than she, however. Her wayward feet had brought her to the place she had inhabited for the longest time and had only recently gotten out of: the coliseum. As she looked up at its colossal awe, the only words that slipped from Mona's lips were curses. She despised this place! Why was she here?
Almost immediately, Mona started toward it as she heard a few gruff voices from off in the distance - obviously guards. Her feet had never been so fleet as they were when she was afraid. She bolted around the back of the building until she found the entrance for gladiators (and only an entrance, as gladiators never left the coliseum the same way they came in). Mona was almost able to charge straight through the door, but was swiftly met by a brick wall of a man on the other side. Running headfirst into the guard, Mona plummeted to the ground. Slightly dazed, she glanced up toward him, just in time to see him reaching for her. As hastily as she tried to scramble up and away, Mona was no match for the somehow enormous yet quick guard. Both of his hands wrapped around either of the crooks of her elbows and thrust her upon her feet. Facing opposite of the man, Mona lashed out a leg behind her to strike him in the shin, which only made him angrier. He pushed the gladiator to the ground and pinned her there while applying handcuffs. Mona tried with all of her might to buck him off, but lying there, practically useless, she had no way of kicking or biting or punching. She was no Hercules, so she could definitely not toss him off.
After the man got the handcuffs on her (through much struggling and name-calling), he simply left her there and used his talking device to call in help. Mona floundered and tried many times to roll over onto her back so that she could stand, but to no avail. Handcuffs proved to be more encumbering than she thought.
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 31, 2012 20:24:32 GMT -8
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pulled away before your time H. KENNEDY. Two dull silver stripes patched on his shoulders. An entirely black uniform with a charcoal colored helmet sitting at his side. The reflection of his eyes seemed vacant or perhaps just very far away. Eventually the dark blue orbs moved along the reflection of the mirror until they once again read the name on the nametag ironed to his uniform. H. KENNEDY. Captain Harper Kennedy. When he thought of himself as such – alone – Harper honestly just wanted to laugh about it. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel like he was what his rank said he just somehow felt like it was… wrong. He had never felt like he had earned the title even though he knew that he had worked very hard to obtain it. He had worked so hard at being perfect. So why did he feel so out of place when he looked at himself? Why did he feel like he didn’t belong there? Did it look like he didn’t belong there? Did anyone else notice his confused feelings about it? Harper honestly didn’t know. He had always had the impressive ability to hide his true thoughts and feelings from the rest of the world. He was a master chameleon.
He could hear the footsteps echoing out in the corridor. Harper did not move from his spot on the bench in the locker-room. Let them find him staring off into space. He still had over an hour and half before he had to leave and he was already in uniform and ready to go. Besides, there weren’t too many around to boss him around. It was rare that anyone above him bothered with casually walking around these parts anyways. He closed his eyes, dropped his forehead into the palm of one of his hands and waited.
“Captain?”
The captain looked up, brushing his fingers through his hair before straightening up his poster. It was just like Harper had expected. It was a low ranking soldier. What he had not expected was the nervous look of urgency that was on his young face. Harper made a face at him to show his own confusion and then got to his feet. He picked up his helmet and held it under his arm. All that he did to show the private that he was listening was give him a nod and then waited for his explanation. He had never seen him around before. The poor kid must have been new.
“Uh… Captain, there’s a problem,” he finally blurted out. Harper coaxed him to continue by raising up his eyebrows expectantly. “I was told to come and get you. A-a gladiator escaped.”
Curious. Harper wasn’t usually called in for the escape of a gladiator and he supposed that was why this soldier was so uncertain with telling him that he was needed for it. If it was just one gladiator then surely they could take care of it –
Then he remembered Mona Blade. Now he was even more curious about the situation. Either it had something to with her or someone had been impressed with his ability to get someone like her to calm down and walk back to her cell without killing anyone or getting herself killed. Or they were really running low on good guardsmen and policemen. Whatever the case, Harper was at least curious about it. He did not particularly leave and have his usual rhythm broken but… duty called and, as usual, Harper would answer it. He finally gave the young man a simple nod of his and waved him away. The soldier had no problem getting out of the spotlight and slipped from the room as soon as he was excused. Harper lifted his helmet up and stared at his dull reflection in the visor. This was probably going to be a much longer day than expected.
It wasn’t long before Harper had managed to get his small team together. Nobody had any idea of where Mona Blade had disappeared to and Harper had decided he could use the extra help. The more guys he had out there then the faster it would be to locate her. They had mumbled and groaned, none of them interested in doing this sort of work.
“We’re not going to kill her,” he found himself reminding them more than once. They constantly made comments of just shooting her down and getting it over with. She was just a worthless Nix in any case to them. “She belongs to someone I’d rather not get on the wrong side of.”
They had split up. Harper had sent several to the coliseum and others spread throughout the city. He paid his ear piece careful mind and it wasn’t long before he heard someone requesting his presence at the coliseum. They had found her and they were all to report there. Harper gave a sigh of relief – nobody had shot her.
When he had arrived he followed the first of his men that had met him outside. He was a big man and slightly horrifying to watch in his black uniform. Harper supposed they all looked like that though. All black and their faces covered by their tinted visors. They must have looked like villains. He led him through an entrance and Harper immediately noticed a form through the tint of his visor. There was no doubt that the figure on the floor was Mona. He heard his man (D. REDDING was what his nametag read) snort behind him. He was the burly man who had shown Harper his way over. He also had no patience for something he thought he was over qualified for.
“Sure they can take it from here,” he heard Redding mumble gruffly behind him. Harper ignored him and walked around Mona toward the guard who had caught her. He wondered briefly if Mona even recognized him in this getup. She knew he was Harper. Did she know he was H. Kennedy? It didn’t matter.
“I can take her from here,” Harper found himself telling the guard and he waved him away. The guard hesitated… especially when Redding spoke up behind them.
“What! We don’t have time for this!”
Harper looked toward him knowing full well that nobody could see the annoyance etched onto his face. He also could not see the anger that was surely on Redding’s face. What he could see was that Redding was not looking forward to backing down. Not only was he impatient but he was also not very fond with Harper. Harper was a pretty spoiled brat in his opinion and Harper could care less… and that bothered Redding even more.
Harper was not about to lose his cool for this moron.
“Excuse me?” he muttered, positive that Redding could hear him better than their audience since they still had their earpieces in. Then he continued more loudly, first to the guard, “go back to your duties,” then to Redding, “Redding, get everyone back together and head out. I’ll be in contact.”
Redding huffed and growled a “yes, captain,” before turning and leaving. The guard also left, constantly looking over his shoulder curiously. Once they had finally departed Harper walked toward the front of Mona. He dropped to a squat in front of her and gave her a curious look (though she couldn’t see it through his visor).
“I’m going to help you up,” he told her simply. He reached forward and placed gloved hands on her wrists. He did it slowly to make sure the cuffs didn’t bite into her skin and only let go once she was up off of the ground. He stepped in front of her again, this time removing the helmet from his head to rest it under his arm. “Running back here?”
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 31, 2012 21:41:26 GMT -8
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What a foolish move it was coming to the coliseum! Even thinking that she could slip in without being noticed was just as foolish. Stealth wasn't Mona's strong point. She could steal from the unwary, but she was much more confrontational and preferred violence to the cunning arts. However, violence did not seem to be working in her favor lately. In fact, she was being prosecuted for her violent tendencies. How could they expect any differently from her when she made a living fighting other people! Mona was a cold war machine. Or at least that was how everyone else saw her. To be completely honest, Mona was not even sure if she had a heart anymore. She functioned on pure instinct and impulse. If someone stood in her way, she didn't hesitate to cut them down. Had she not been promptly handcuffed, she probably would have used everything in her arsenal to make sure the guard didn't repeat what he saw to anyone.
With her face in the dirt, Mona had hardly anything to say to the man, although she could have said a lot to him had she not been lying on her belly. He didn't scare her. Not at all. She had faced larger men in the arena. However, Mona did grow somewhat frightened as several other members of the guard clad in pitch black surrounded her. It was extremely difficult to bring her eyes all the way up to glance at their faces, so the most she could see were their lower bodies shuffling about. Their voices were clear as day, though. One stuck out particularly to her, but she was far too afraid to make much sense of it.
Their quarreling irked Mona, especially since she was just lying there, chin against the ground and hands bound behind her. It was quite uncomfortable. She cared nothing for their petty arguments. And to say that there was no time for her was flabbergasting! Mona would have jabbed him right in the throat for saying such a thing. Of course, handcuffs came to mind again.
It seemed that, finally, they were leaving, save for one pair of black-clad legs that towered before her. As the person crouched down in front of her, she scowled, wrinkling up her nose and furrowing her brows as if she had just smelled something foul. She was relentless with her facial expression until the stranger assured her that he was going to help her up. Almost immediately then, her visage softened, but she didn't show any appreciation. It was people like him who had gotten her here in the first place.
This guard was intelligent. Intelligent enough to step in front of her once she was on her feet. Mona's whole stance was enough to give away that she was planning on making a break for it. However, with his body barricading her, she relaxed and yearningly looked passed him, only able to imagine what it would be like to escape now. Her eyes fixated on him, though, whenever his hands reached for his helmet. Mostly the motion drew her in, but once the stranger was unmasked, Mona almost couldn't control the wild grin setting on her features.
Her eyes rolled back in her head at his question. "Birds of a feather flock together, right? I had to come back for my violent kin," Mona retorted smartly. Her affect grew cynical then, and she cast a playful sneer his way. Raising her chin to stare down at him, she added, "What about you? Are you the only person who knows how to treat a lady anymore?" The thought of her as a lady evoked a light snort of amusement out of her. She was the farthest thing from a lady.
She struggled against the handcuffs very pointedly and then cast an almost pleading gaze toward him. She narrowed her eyes, however, removing her feigned innocence. "I think you know what I want by now. And I really have a reason this time. That man - Alexander - is wicked. He treats me less like a human than the guards do," Mona explained in desperation. "And I'm not someone's property."
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Nov 3, 2012 23:40:27 GMT -8
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pulled away before your time She was grinning at him. Harper found that to be funny considering he was here to put her back into the place that she had run away from. This had been the same scenario that they had been put in last time. Except the last time she had not been at all pleased to see him. That had been a bit different considering he had waltzed up in the least intimidating thing he possibly could have – a suit. He must have seemed the least threatening thing that she had seen all day! Today was only different in the sense that he had come completely prepared for catching someone like her. In fact, Harper was almost over prepared for the situation since this was simply the first stop for him to make. If he had not removed the helmet from his face would she have given him that wide smile? It was just surprising to him that he may have been considered something of a friendly face despite being the enemy.
Hah—the reason that he was stuck here chasing her again was because whoever had wanted her found wanted her found quick and efficiently. Harper had just happened to be available and have a history with handling this type of person. Or, more specifically, he had experience handling Mona. Even if it had only been that one time he had still done an alright job. Nobody had been hurt or killed. Surely there were other capable people who could do exactly what he had done or was doing now. It wasn’t very difficult to act like a civilized human being. Unfortunately the culture lately did not seem to be promoting the well being of people like Mona. She was a second class citizen if she was even that. But that didn’t mean he was the only one left did it? It was impossible.
“If you weren’t off running around then I don’t think you would have ended up on the ground to begin with,” he answered her simply, almost instinctively. That was what it would all come down to anyways. She was where she was not supposed to be and she was considered to be a threat to the safety of Utopia’s citizens. It wouldn’t matter whether someone had gently put her in handcuffs or if they had thrown her into the mud to do it. As long as she was cuffed and still alive. For once Harper tried to shake off his robotic responses. “Unfortunately it’s not in our training to handle criminals delicately. Are you alright?”
Harper narrowed his eyes at her explanation. It wasn’t because he doubted what she was saying to him. No, he could be believe that the man she was talking about was… not what he seemed. But despite that he was not a man that Harper had any intentions with messing with. He did not have any personal qualms with Alexander and he was not about to get any started. Even if he did feel a genuine pang of guilt in his stomach Harper could do nothing for her… would do nothing for her. He had not been sent here to set her free and he had yet to know her story in its entirety. Even if he did what could he possibly do about it? Letting her go or fighting for her freedom was out of his way and would not shine a very positive light on him at the moment. If anything his father would find away to cover it up and shut him up. Should he risk something like that for someone that he didn’t know?
It was too much. This was work. He had to remind himself of that.
Harper shook his head at her. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to take you back. If it isn’t me then it’s only going to be someone else,” he told her without expressing much emotion. He liked to keep emotions separate from his work. “I’m sure the sooner we get you back the better.” He extended his hand to invite her forward. “Shall we then?”
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Nov 4, 2012 21:07:13 GMT -8
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Mona knew it was futile to try to persuade Harper. She had tried many times before. Maybe he saw her side of the coin or maybe he just wanted to get her back into her place sooner, but he seemed much more understanding than the other guards or citizens, even. However, he was just as consumed with his job. Considering he was part of the militia, that was probably one of the worst careers he could choose to be obsessed with and also feel bad for Mona in. Had he been almost anything else, he could have easily let her go! For some reason, though, Mona was stubborn enough to continue trying to coax him.
"I wasn't just 'off running around'. I was trying to get the Hell out of this place! I just don't have a very good sense of direction..." Mona snapped, uttering the latter sentence under her breath. She had not been in the streets since about five years ago, and it was amazing how much a city could change in such a short span. Not to mention, getting knocked in the head a few times by other gladiators did not do much for her memory. Getting beat up a few times did give her more of an incentive to get angry and fight, however, so it was good for something.
Mona was quite awestruck to hear Harper ask if she was alright. Her features reflected her astonishment; her eyebrows raised, eyes softened, and her lips parted just slightly. No one ever cared enough to ask about her well-being. Whether or not Harper was sincere, she didn't care. It was still rare just to hear the question directed at her. Once her daze settled, she furrowed her brows to again appear menacing despite her lapse. "Yeah, I'm okay. I've been through worse. Falling on the ground... I did that the first day of being a gladiator. No big deal," she retorted in a huff, very obviously trying to cloak her surprise from earlier. She wasn't accustomed to exerting any other emotion other than her usual toughness. Being anything but only expressed weakness, at least in her mind. Weakness was one trait a gladiator couldn't have!
Although Mona was enraptured at the moment by his question, she was not naive enough to miss that he wanted to take her back to her owner's home. His words were not harsh or demanding, but Mona was not foolish. She could fully understand his intentions.
As he outstretched his hand, Mona stepped backwards until she hit the door that was the entrance to the coliseum. And she hit it hard. With her back against the door, she struggled against the handcuffs again although she knew it would do her no good. As she struggled, she announced very sharply: "I'm not going back. Just... just shoot me or something. I'm not going back there."
Finally, she gave up on the handcuffs; however, she was highly irked and frustrated. "Before you do anything, let me out of these damn things! Do you know how incredibly annoying they are? But if I'm going to die, might as well die completely helpless, right?"
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Nov 5, 2012 23:25:44 GMT -8
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pulled away before your time He did feel bad for her – didn’t want to feel bad for her but he did. How could he not? Even though his face showed no sign of apology his heart felt heavy with… was it guilt? He had felt it before when he had thought back to all of the times he had helped with these sorts of things. Harper was in no way thinking that criminals deserved to get off free with whatever crimes that they had committed. He simply thought that giving a fair trial and finding a better way to rehabilitate them would have been a better choice than throwing them into something to have them kill one another. He did not believe that slaves (servants – whatever they preferred to call them) or gladiators should have even been in existence. They were both horrific to him. In his personal life he stayed very far away from the sport and lifestyle that promoted such things. He felt bad for those people. He felt bad for Mona. He had to be the bad guy and drag this poor girl back to a man that she wanted nothing to do with and should not have had anything to do with surely. But what could he do? This was his work, his life, and all that he had. What would the public say when he turned an eye for a Nix? What would his father do when he learned of it? What would Alexander O’Brien do to him or say about his family? It made his stomach queasy… it kind of scared him. A part of him wanted to be noble and do what he thought was right. That was what heroes always did in stories. They stood up for what they thought was right and never backed down. But the same could be said for the bad guys… right?
“I’m not going to shoot you,” he muttered, watching as she backed into the door. He watched quietly as she struggled with her handcuffs, his dark eyes never leaving her face. He could wait it out. Not that he had all of the time in the world today. He was only being somewhat thoughtful for her. Just because he could stand there and let her get her frustrations out of her system did not mean that anyone else would take so kindly to it. He supposed this was his way of sort of apologizing for not being able to do anything more. The least that he could do was be gentle, be kind, and have patience. After all, anyone dealing with someone like Mona needed to have loads of patience or else they’d be in for a lot of trouble and probably some damage on both participants.
Let her out of her handcuffs? Harper was not about to go that easy on her. He wrinkled his nose and brow to show just how absurd he found the request to be. Handcuffs, he was certain, were not supposed to be comfortable to wear. He was also certain that Mona probably knew that as well. She may have only been trying to take advantage of him. He was the only person not to just throw her around so far so maybe she thought he’d be extra sweet and let her push her weight around.
“Take them off? And risk having you run off again?” he asked her, quite seriously. Harper stepped toward her then and placed his palm beneath her elbow. He put pressure on it to lead her forward. “As confident as I may be in my ability to keep you with me I really do not want to have to risk having you disappear,” he answered her sincerely. There was no hint of trying to boast in his voice. That was just the way that it was, wasn’t it? He had the better equipment and was better prepared. She couldn’t even tell what way she needed to run.
As he led her along he dared to ask, “What’s so bad about your new home? Surely it’s better than being in a cell here.”
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Nov 6, 2012 22:44:47 GMT -8
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Mona had no problem with dying right here. As hard as she fought off death, Mona was willing to give all of it up just so she wouldn't have to go back to her life in the arena. If being a gladiator underneath Alexander's supervision was enough to make her tell Harper to shoot her, then the message should have been fairly obvious. She was, by no means, a weak-minded person, but she was utterly sick and tired of being pushed, emotionally and physically, to the limits. Harper didn't seem stupid. But perhaps he was a bit naive. He was naive for clutching so dearly to his career. Apparently he didn't see that he was only helping himself when he used his job as an excuse not to help her. As long as she was caged up, he received his pay check. She had no couth for someone like him.
"If I give you a reason to, you'll shoot me," Mona snarled back at him, obviously threatening to turn on him. Even while handcuffed, Mona could still be a vicious scrapper. Granted, most of her skill lied in hand-to-hand combat, as well as swordplay, but she could probably land a few kicks. She had a feeling, though, that Harper would not shoot her, even if she attempted to harm him. He probably had a weapon better suited to subduing her, rather than downright killing her.
She knew her attempts at coaxing him to let her go or kill her were very much futile. He wasn't a criminal nor a murderer. Though, would the slaying of a Nix be considered murder? After all, she was less than dirt to these people. He would probably get several medals for killing such a dangerous crook such as herself.
As Harper moved toward her, a look of anger and disgust crossed her features. She did not hold back with expressing her emotion, either. Obviously she was not very pleased to have him grabbing her. She even attempted to pull away from him, but she wasn't going to get very far unless she wanted to jerk either of her shoulders out of their socket. Handcuffs proved again to be her downfall.
Mona couldn't even believe he had the audacity to ask what was wrong with her new home. His question was so idiotic that she couldn't even formulate real words in her mind anymore. Her tongue writhed and seized against her teeth, desperately trying to poke through. However, she cinched it by pursing her lips tightly and setting her jaw. Once she regained her sanity, she released an uncharacteristically depressing sigh.
"He... well, he has me beaten before my matches. Then he pits me against gladiators that are three times my size." Mona bit her lip in contempt. She didn't like admitting that she had been defeated in more ways than one. Finally, she let her head hang slightly and added, "If you take me back there, I am only going to give up at my next match. I can't do it anymore. I won't be someone's form of sick entertainment."
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