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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 15, 2012 21:10:44 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] you were a child, CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES TOWARD IT CONTROL YOURSELF
TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM ME
The clash of steel rang throughout the stadium and echoed out into the halls. The very sound was enough to make a person shudder; at first, it was only an obvious twang of metal on metal but then came the screech of the conflicting steels as they ground against each other, the two gladiators on either side forcing their weight on the hilts. Eventually one would either slide under the other's blade, and the opposing sword would slice through their flesh, or one of the gladiators withdrew, only to retaliate with an impulsively large swing. That was their first and last mistake. Yeah, she had seen that one too many times. Bringing the sword anywhere that wasn't directly in front of one's body would more than likely cost them an organ or two. Of course, Mona was never one to make gigantic cuts with her sword, anyways. She was the lithe, agile type, dependent on speed and cunning. That wasn't to say that she wasn't the brute, however. She had a habit of... threatening others to get what she wanted. Although her frame was light and hardly bore signs of muscle, Mona was equipped with strength along with the ability to maneuver out of tight situations. Her preferred method was always to be in melee range though. That way, she could tear down her enemy with a flurry of attacks to stun them rather than flee!
Watching other gladiators always filled Mona with a sense of pride. She was absolutely sure she could best any and all of them in combat, but today was not the day for battle, not for her. Many of her days brimmed with waiting. Waiting to fight. Gladiators were expendable, but good gladiators were not so much. She was one of those exceptions, and, before a fight, she was supposed to rest and save her strength. However, Mona was always on the prowl, always on the lookout for a brawl, whether it be fair or unfair. She would take on anyone who took on her. Today was no different.
A day or two before a fight, she was pinned in her own holding room, like many others. It was a cage of sorts. Bars and walls were just sturdy enough to hold her. However, the fickle men who came to check on her were not. There were always two or three who entered to give her some grotesque-looking vittles. And always Mona bowled them over and darted out the door. Again, today was no different.
She sat at the base of the wall opposite the door, her eyes, unblinking, fixed doggedly on the handle. Her hands absently fiddled with the tips of her hair, twirling it around her fingers and tangling it up further. Anxiety gripped her. In her mind, she saw the door opening and her body would grow tense at the thought, but then she snapped back to reality and realized it was unmoving. Where were they? Ha- maybe she didn't get food today! What a joke. If that was the case, Mona wouldn't hesitate to beat on the door and scream and throw a tantrum until they had to pay a visit to her.
Completely fed up with waiting, she got to her feet and paced the room with soft treads. They were bating the tiger. They were trying to tranquilize her.
How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? To her, an eternity, before the door finally swung open. There was the posse, the ones sent to hold the line and protect the public from Mona. Unfortunately, as many times as they played this game, she always got away from them, although there were military personnel posted everywhere so she did eventually get caught, which was how she ended up back in her cell. But, for now, she was free!
Mona barreled through the men. It seemed like they almost willingly dispersed. She even heard one sigh as she darted passed them. She didn't care. Her few minutes or so of freedom more than made up for the struggling and kicking and screaming she did at the end of the day when she was forcibly placed back into her room.
Her first reaction to being outside was to draw her sword and threaten all of the spectators that passed by. The crowd thinned as the blade-wielding gladiator bolted through. Her instincts led her straight to the gates of the colosseum. However, there was always a great deal of military posted at the gates. Mona was cocky, but she wasn't stupid. To challenge all of them was suicide, so she instead fled to the alleys that led to the rows of seats on the upper floor to hide. Today was the day she would find a way out. She was tired of playing petty games with these people.
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 15, 2012 22:05:57 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] beautiful wreck[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;] [/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]It wasn’t rare being told of the problems happening over the sports dome. It housed a large number of nix turned gladiators. Outlaws alone were bad enough to deal with but put them in something like that and it was absolutely wretched dealing with them. Harper had served his time over at the dome and had no intentions of being put back into that place for work. Thankfully with a family on the better end of things he could always pull a few strings to get where he wanted to be. Actually, he hardly needed to pull a single string. Just a smile and a few curious observations could get him where he needed and this surprised even him. Harper tried not to question his good fortune in fear that he might one day jinx it. For example, like he had jinxed his luck today.
There was a recurring problem over at the dome (wasn’t there always?) and his presence was requested. Harper took his work seriously but did expect to have his days off and was very disgruntled to hear he was needed. He was in the middle of a lunch with his family. It was his mother’s birthday and his father had managed to snag a spot in one of the finest restaurant in the entire city. Each of his siblings had managed to make it to the event and his mother had been so pleased to see that everyone had come for her. So when he got up to excuse himself to take a call he got more than one unhappy stare to follow him away from the table. It had only been worse when he’d had to make his leave only fifteen minutes into the small gathering. None of them voiced their disappointment but they did not have to as it was evident on all of their faces as he bid them farewell.
Dressed in his finest and hardly in the mood to put up with a misbehaving nix Harper got a ride over to the dome to see how the situation may have escalated. He was very unsurprised to be informed that the woman had done what she had done every day except this time they happened to short on staff and Harper took note that the thin men at the front of the building probably weren’t too sharp with shooting live ammo. They still had not cleared the building despite the escapee and since he was not technically on duty Harper simply made a few suggestions on how to remove the panicked crowd from the area. It did not go very well. Harper was again not surprised. The dome was always somewhat chaotic. With the sports that it promoted and the crowd that it drew Harper was never surprised by it. He wasn’t sure why but the strange bloodlust had never startled him and something in him simply told him that it was normal… even though his morals argued otherwise. Humankind was obsessed with entertainment and the more brutal and raw it was the better.
After a few disorderly minutes at the entrance of the stadium Harper finally managed to get back to the surveillance room. He didn’t bother with taking a seat and instead just gave his orders while taking one of the holsters from one of the thin guards. The holster held a small tranquilizer gun and he was certain that he would have to use it. The voice in his head chastised him but it was simple to block that voice out. For some reason, he’d always been able to block it out when given an order or when handed a responsibility. He had to be the solider that had gotten him here, after all. Not to mention he knew very well that letting his sword wielding woman run about the complex with… well, a sword was not going to be safe. There was a reason he was here – she made that clear enough. Before he left he made sure to pinpoint exactly where she was with the help of security cameras and a memory of the layout. However, he found himself not able to leave right off the bat.
It was a question that he always asked but he always felt silly for asking. There wasn’t any time for asking questions. This person was a danger and needed to be taken care of no matter who she was. And no matter how many times he asked the question he always was answered with perplexed stares. They’re only a nix, he could practically hear them asking. Their faces told him that.
“Who’s she?” he asked nodding toward the image on the screen. Like he predicted, they gave him a confused look before one of them finally started tapping away at a slim computer screen. Harper kept his eyes on the image until he got his answer.
“Mona Blade. She’s twenty-two. Says she was a runaway.”
That was all that he needed to know. Harper gave a nodded appreciation and then left to go find Miss Mona Blade the runaway. It did not take him long either. He had long ago (was it long ago?) memorized the twists and turns and rows. He knew this coliseum. On the highest level the sun shone clearest and he could see easily the rest of the rows below him. However he did not need to look below. It wasn’t long before he came across the woman he was looking for. He had no intentions of sneaking up on her. She was human and he hoped she could be reasonable. If not he had the holster holding the tranquilizer gun on his hip.
“Miss Blade?” he called over to get her attention. He stepped carefully down the row, his dark eyes watching her intently. “Please, come along. There’s nowhere for you to go and you’re better off coming with me than running.”[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for mona[/style][/style] |
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 15, 2012 22:46:51 GMT -8
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TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM ME
Those wretched people! She'd take what was hers and more! For years, she had been forced to manage on her own and partake of some dirty deeds. Did they really think they could take her down so easily? One on one, no chance. If they wanted to bring their firearms, so be it. If they wanted to cheat, it didn't hurt her pride. She knew she could take them, be it with swords or fists. Guns were for whiny bastards who were afraid of a lean tigress like herself. And what did humans do to animals? They caged them. Just like her.
Mona leaned against the cold wall of the coliseum, doubled over in the overbearing excitement that adrenaline brought. The thrill of being chased never eluded her. As much as she preferred fighting, wriggling just out of reach of an enemy was also satisfying, if just to see them infuriated in their vain attempts at capturing the sleek jungle cat. This was her turf, her territory. They wouldn't find her in her own jungle.
Fortunately for her, the team of lackeys were either lost or had not even bothered to chase her. That was great. Maybe they just didn't care anymore that she was free! Not likely, but a comforting thought.
A silhouette framed against the bright background caused her to stand and squint toward the entity. As her vision focused, however, she could clearly make out a rugged-looking man in fine attire. Was she supposed to be afraid of... this? Sure, he looked a bit intimidating (though not in such gaudy clothes), but Mona was never one to judge appearances. She sized him up and determined he was no threat to her, save for the fact that he wanted to take her away.
Her fingers gripped the hilt of her blade tightly, so tightly that her fingertips were bleached white. The rest of her body followed her hand's example by becoming stone-stark. She was tense all the way to her very bones. Without moving any muscles whatsoever, her eyes darted toward the holster on the man's waist. There lied a gun of some sort. So, he was going to do this the cowardly way. If he was, she wasn't going to let him go un-heckled.
"If you think I'm going to give up that easily, then you must not know me very well. And if you don't know me, then you're either extremely stupid or been living under a rock your whole life," Mona spat at him in a snappish tone. "Now, I'd advise you let me go, or I'll maim you until they can't identify your body." With her caveat, she raised her blade abreast and then pointed it menacingly toward him. She made no move to harm him yet; she was only warning him (which was uncharacteristic of her, but she spared him because this man seemed to have some wits in his head). He obviously wasn't foolish, simply because he hadn't plunged headlong into trying to arrest her. Mona could use words to solve problems, but she preferred using her blade. However, maybe this man was as sensible as she gave him credit for. Or maybe he was just afraid. Either way, Mona had a feeling he was not going to budge. He seemed, just by his words and posture, rigid on taking her in. He had a coward-gun and pretty face and silky words. What part of that didn't scream 'determined'?
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 15, 2012 23:16:53 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] beautiful wreck[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]Just as his memories of first coming to this stadium were faded so to were the ones of when he had first learned of the treatment of these other humans. A large part of him insisted on feeling no sympathy toward their kind. His family had singled to him without their knowing that these people were subhuman. Just like the outlanders these people were monsters that needed to be caged up for the betterment of mankind. Everything about his design insisted on that stance too. He could clearly recall being reared to believe in these things and knew he had somehow acquired the ability to look at these kinds of people as nothing but animals. But somewhere along the line that thought had wavered and the slightest shift had been what started earning him puzzled stares and sometimes impatience. He surely would have been applauded had he just taken up the gun and taken the shot. It wasn’t like he would even be killing her then he would simply be taking care of the problem without any kind of fuss over her comfort. Even though he knew that should have been the case it simply was not. Even though he knew somewhere his mind was supposed to call out monster it was difficult for him to see anything but a trapped human being. She was a violent human being but someone of his same species nonetheless. That was why he made time for reason.
Clearly his reasoning of her being violent was right. He couldn’t really get much information out of the word runaway but he could imagine now that she probably runaway due to this temperament. He should not have been quick to judge. For all he knew she could have been the sweetest thing until she had gotten loose on the streets and had to fend for herself. Harper had seen many people like this though. He had seen a thousand sparkling eyes fighting for freedom and survival and he had been the capture in many of those situations. He had been the closing door in many of those lives. Yes, he had taken the sparkle out of plenty of eyes. It wasn’t something he particularly went around bragging about. It was work – just work.
He must have been living under a rock because he did not recognize her. That had been why he’d asked in the first place about who she was. Harper (since leaving his duties here behind) did not keep up with any of the battles that took place here. He did not tune in on a television broadcast to find out who was the greatest and who had fallen. It did not interest him as much as it seemed to interest others. It was out of sight and out of mind. She must have been mistaking him for the rest of the population. Ah, on the Brightside, they had both jumped to conclusions now. He wasn’t sure why that made any difference in his mind. It was just a reminder that they were both human he supposed.
“I’d rather not think I was stupid so I suppose it’s the rock,” he answered her simply. He gave her a quizzical look then and stopped his slow advance completely when he decided that she wasn’t about to run away from him just yet. Perhaps she would be interested in listening to him babble a bit. “I don’t know what good maiming me would do, honestly. You’d still be here but with a tighter leash on your neck I’m sure. Even if you managed it there’s more than a dozen others waiting to take my place.”
Sometimes it was simple conversation that got through these things. Once everyone decided that they were all just humans playing their part in this society they would put down their weapons and come easily. Not all of them did but some and some was enough to encourage the practice. He could guess why others decided to go out guns blazing till their last breath. What did they have to lose? Some of them were reasonable to understand that they had to pay for their crimes (it was not his place to say what fair judgment would be). Harper had no doubts that she was going to be the type to see the wrong of her ways and come easy. Everything about this woman screamed that she was completely in touch with being an animal when she needed to be.
“If you come with me now it’ll be much easier than coming later,” he offered, speaking matter-of-factly. “Where would you go?”[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for mona[/style][/style] |
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 15, 2012 23:53:20 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] you were a child, CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES TOWARD IT CONTROL YOURSELF
TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM ME
Mona didn't care much for the military types. They didn't fight for survival. They fought for... to kill things. They fought for their right to control others. Mona wielded a blade to defend herself from cretins just like the man before her. How could he even sleep peacefully knowing that she would be locked up for doing nothing wrong? Men of his caliber were slave drivers. Nothing more. He didn't mind getting his hands a bit dirty to ensure his success. In this case, Mona was the mud that he needed to get rid of. Then he could go back to his normal life, couldn't he? Well, Mona wasn't about to make it so easy. Her life was grit and bone and she would show him what that meant.
The man ceased his approach, but Mona continued to hold her blade out at arm's length. Her eyes rested dolefully on the gun of some sort at his side, never leaving. It was obvious that she was unsure about his firearm, mostly because people feared what they didn't know or understand. A gun was something she had never wielded, and, though she had seen them numerous times, the sound alone was enough to send her reeling.
He seemed to like to talk. Mona didn't understand why, but she wasn't going to complain. It would be a real shame to cut up his pretty face.
"If you know what's going on around here, why do you insist on turning me in, hm? What's in it for you?" she questioned hurriedly, as if she felt her patience wearing thin. She wanted to know his incentive for knowingly making her suffer. Did he enjoy it? Did he get money for it? Was he spared for it? He wouldn't do it just because he was a sick-minded person, right?
Mona knew exactly where she'd go if she made it out of this place. She'd crawl into the darkest hole of the outlands and never leave. The utopia was no place for her. Besides, she was an escapee and had no business being in the utopia anyways.
"I'll go where I damn well please. The Outlands is probably my best bet, though. You know, with my kind of people. We can't all be gun-toting cowards like you," Mona growled in response. She took a step forward then, her sword still withdrawn and pointed right at his throat. Motioning to the side with her blade, she added, "Now move aside. I'm tired of talking so I'm going to skip straight to stabbing in a few seconds."
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 16, 2012 22:54:15 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] beautiful wreck[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]Perhaps talking was not one of her highest priorities. She was growing tired of his attempts and her questions did raise his own. It was a good point but he knew that he was in no position to question it. He had served for nine years and had lived under his father’s iron fist all of his life. He knew when he needed to follow the rules and he could not think of one time that he had gone out of his way to bend them. Surely there had been a time that he had done something – no, now was not the time to be thinking back into his fuzzy past. He had a job to do and now was not the right time to question it. Even if she may have been on to something Harper knew better than to hesitate. Besides even if what he was doing was wrong by his own buried morals what was he going to do about it right now? Harper was not about to let a wild woman loose onto the streets of the place that he had vowed to protect. Making the sacrifice of one human being for the safety of others was something that he could do. He did not have to amuse her with his answers anyways. It was his job and that should have been enough for her. She could think of him as an evildoer for his act but there was no helping the situation for her. She had done something wrong and Harper would not go out of his way to clear her of the debt she may have owed. It was not his problem and that made it not his concern.
It was funny how he could tell himself these things but he still managed to lose valuable sleep over it. It was a life that he had learned to deal with though just as she would have to deal with hers. As long as he was doing the right thing for the people that he cared about… that would be enough for him. Now he had to answer that hard question. Oh, wait, no he didn’t.
If he had been in a less hostile situation Harper may have given her a very unimpressed look. He had been to the outlands and if he was remembering correctly there were plenty of cowards running around down there with guns. In fact, he was sure that the large majority of them were just that. But he decided that there would be no use in bursting her bubble and he was hardly offended by her excusing him of being a coward. He knew that he didn’t care either way. This was his job and he was not about to die because some AWOL gladiator decided to play hide and seek with him. Being angry was senseless and letting pride get in the way of duty was even more senseless. He’d rather win an unfair fight than take any kind of chance. Not to mention he did not feel that this was really his fight to begin with. He just happened to be the piece picked to take care of the situation.
“I’d rather you dropped that thing and found some sense,” he answered her calmly while looking her dead in the eye. He was wary of the sword for he was not going to show any fear of it. He was quick. He had spent the whole of his adult life training and being in real life situations. He had not come to her unprepared. “It’s either that or we take the more dramatic route. But, I imagine, if I were you I’d rather be walked back to a cell with my head up than having shit in my pants when I woke up.”
That would be it. That would be the last warning. There was no point in risking his own safety for this woman’s dignity. If she wanted to try and run him through with a blade so be it. She was going to wake up in a cell and coming out of that sleep would not be pleasant. He’d been through the after effects of a tranq and he did not enjoy it. This was as much fair play as he would give her – a fair warning.[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for mona[/style][/style] |
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 17, 2012 0:18:38 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] you were a child, CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES TOWARD IT CONTROL YOURSELF
TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM ME
This man didn't have the gall to shoot her. She could already tell in his eyes. Perhaps he had never dealt with a lady warrior before. She was as feisty as they came. He was obviously stunned by disbelief and absolute awe. Yeah, she could get behind that. She was pretty inspiring, even if she was pointing a blade at your throat. In fact, that was the point at which she was most inspiring. She could inspire full-grown men to their knees.
So, this man - this coward - still believed that she was going back to her cell? Was he daft? Stupid? Mentally ill, perhaps? Mona would sooner go out fighting than go back to that kind of confinement. He couldn't seem to grasp the idea that Mona was better off dead than alive. She knew this, the government knew this. Of course, she would much rather be alive, but either way, she didn't care. She would stare Death in the face and spit in his eye rather than cower before him. And what reason had she to fear him? Her life was a manifestation of Hell already. The Grim Reaper couldn't take her anywhere that she hadn't already experienced.
"Listen. I've told you once - I'll tell you again - that I'm not going back to my cell. You'll either be dragging me to the cesspit or you'll let me go. As much as I'd like to cut you up, I know a gun is gonna be quicker than my blade," Mona retorted in an exasperated tone. Shifting her weight back and forth, she continued to hold her sword up, though with not nearly as much affinity as she had been before. She wasn't done fighting, surely not, but she was no fool; it was plain as day in her eyes that this man would be much easier to coax rather than challenge. Adapting to risky situations came with the territory of the Outlands.
Finally Mona dropped her blade. It clattered to the ground until resting, bloodlust unsatisfied, ghoulishly still pointed toward the man. The gladiator heaved a deep, colossal sigh and took a few steps away from him. She threw up her hands in both a dramatic and a defeated gesture. "You seem like a sensible person," Mona began, flashing him an impish grin and a mischievous stare. "I can't say the same for the poor bastards who have to come to my cell every couple of days. You, you've got brains, so I'm gonna ask that you hear out a scoundrel like me." She cleared her throat audibly. "You probably think I'm some kind of criminal. Well, I'll tell you right now - if I am, I don't know what I did wrong. All I did was escape from this shit hole to go live in another shit hole. Now, if you've any free thought in that oppressive head of yours, you'll see that me being cooped up in a cell just isn't right." Her eyes remained on him, unfaltering, and, throughout her lengthy speech, her grin had faded. But as she began to speak again, her face lit up and even provoked another smile out of her. "By the way, you know my name, but I don't even know yours."
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 17, 2012 23:00:16 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] beautiful wreck[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]She wasn’t going to try and cut him down then? It was a wise choice in the long run. Even if she could have managed to get at him she still would have had to deal with the rest of this place. There were guards stationed everywhere and some extra due to her escaping. The soldiers left to watch the coliseum may have been easy to get by but there were plenty of others beyond its walls who would be seasoned veterans. Many of these seasoned veterans would not be so kind to see if she wanted to talk it out either. They would allow their guns to do the talking and many of them beyond this point were not filled with darts that would put you to sleep for a few hours. Harper was more than certain that she would be dead. And if she didn’t die in this city she would surely die young in the outlands. He really did not see the appeal in it – nor could he find any appeal in her current situation. If he were in her position, he wondered, what would he do? Would he have stayed here and hoped for freedom or would he have lived his life on the run and living in shadows? He did not have time now to think about it.
Harper saw the blade fall and her hands go up. The way that she did it made him think that she had backup and he was almost tempted to toss a glance over his shoulder however he was not about to take his eyes off of this one. Going from a desperate desire to escape to throwing her sword down was not what he had expected. He was not so full of himself to think that his talking was making a giant difference in her attitude. It couldn’t be just chance either. There had to be something more… had to be something else.
“I’m just another number,” he found himself answering, his voice flat. What would his name matter to her at the end of the day? He was sure this would be the only time that she would see his face. His answer though reminded him of just how much of an obscure person he was in the scheme of things. He was needed certainly but not for anything beyond his skills. His person was not of importance. “Unfortunately whatever it is that you have done is not my business. You can understand that I’m only doing my job here? Whether it is right or wrong…” he trailed off a moment. “That’s not up to me.”
Since she suddenly seemed to be willing to be so cooperative with him Harper lifted his left hand to make a spinning motion with his index finger – he wanted her to turn around. If she complied then he could simply cuff her and take her back to where she belonged (whether she really did or not was not his concern or his job).
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 18, 2012 11:22:57 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] you were a child, CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES TOWARD IT CONTROL YOURSELF
TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM ME
Mona definitely believed that she could possibly reel this man in with her words. He seemed... unstable to begin with. If he didn't want to hear Mona, he would have not given her the chance to speak. The military types... they didn't use their words very often. Quite honestly, she was shocked that this one even knew how. He made a decent negotiator, at least. He had gotten Mona to drop her blade, after all!
Though she could not disagree that he was just a number (as was she), she made an effort to show that she was more than upset with his answer. At his reply, she frowned and shook her head vehemently. "Well, I didn't ask for your number. I wanted your name," she retorted brashly, obviously annoyed.
As for his next rant, Mona was not so cooperative. His words were so grotesque to her that she turned up her nose and snorted at them. It wasn't his job to question the actions of a potential criminal? So, what... he just arrested anyone that looked suspicious? He didn't even try to assess the situation? Well, she knew that was a boldfaced lie. Already he had tried to assess the situation. He was talking to her, wasn't he? Trying to get her side of the story, he was. At the thought, an insightful smirk played on her lips. "Go here, do this. Go there, do that. Is that all you're good for? Following directions? You ever thought about aspiring to be a robot?" Mona grinned a little wider, exposing her teeth in a somewhat menacing smile. "I get it's your job. I'm not asking you to go against your duties. I'm asking you to look the other way. Tell 'em you couldn't catch me. I'll back you up if they find me." She cocked her head just slightly to the side in a questioning manner. Her disposition was anything but questioning, though.
Mona's eyes watched his finger, and though she got the gist of what he wanted her to do, she only smirked lightly. She wasn't even taking this man seriously anymore. Perhaps that was a fatal flaw on her part, but she just couldn't bring herself to see him as an authority figure anymore. This was a game to her anymore.
"You just want to stare at my ass," Mona replied teasingly, again exposing her pearly whites. Clearly she had no discretion. However, that was partly what made Mona, Mona. "It's alright. I'm used to it." She placed her hands on her head and giggled then. She didn't, however, turn around, like he asked. Still facing him, she added in a mock-serious, hushed tone, "You could have just told me."
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 18, 2012 12:10:51 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] beautiful wreck[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]Harper was not surprised to receive this kind of attitude now. He could have been annoyed or he could have been angry but instead he let the comments that she made slide right off of his shoulders. He had been accused of worse things throughout his life. His mind could come up with more reasons to not care than to care. There were things ranging from her just being upset and trying to deal with the situation in a way that made her feel like she had control all the way to her really deciding that he was some kind of deviant out to harass a girl who’s story he did not fully know. Harper did not make any time to put more feelings toward it. He had been as reasonable as he could up until this point and was not about to let any of her words get to him. He did not care to see any part of her. He was not even curious and kept his eyes stuck onto hers with almost no effort at all. She would not get a rise out of him. He would not play along with her games. This was not a game to him. This was his job.
He did not want to put a dart in her. Even though she was mouthy and full of herself he saw no need to do her any harm. The only thing that was keeping him from discarding the idea of the weapon entirely was the fact that she was not following his instructions completely. She could have joked and belittled him all she wanted as long as she had followed those orders. It was mostly for the sake of his own safety. There was no way that he was going to take a risk with her because why should he? He had been enjoying a day of pleasantries and did not want to ruin it with a painful surprise. Perhaps knocking her out would be the best option… it would be far quicker and possibly more efficient than standing here and trying to take care of someone who did not want to at least take him seriously.
From there Harper slipped the gun from its holster and trained it onto her. It wasn’t so much that he wanted her to suddenly find him intimidating. Now Harper just wanted to close the distance without having himself hurt in the process. For the moment he did not edge any closer to her. He stood his ground gun in hand and aimed directly at her. He would let her make the choice of whether or not he would fire that gun. She could either walk back to her cell or she could wake up in her cell in a few hours time. Personally, Harper would have picked the first out of the two but if she continued to play her games then she was going to automatically be stuck with the last one. She did not seem like she would give him much of a choice.
“You can turn around and step back or I can assist you in getting back where you belong in a less dignified manner,” he explained to her. His voice still held the same flat tone it had before. “Maybe next time I’ll let you off the hook if I actually don’t see you get out. For now shall we just get this over with in the most civilized way we can? It would save both of us time and save you from this.” He didn’t have to bother with explaining what ‘this’ was. And if she was too daft to figure that one then she’d have a dart in her to clear it up.[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for mona[/style][/style] |
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 18, 2012 17:50:54 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] you were a child, CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES TOWARD IT CONTROL YOURSELF
TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM ME
In the end, Mona was fairly sure she would be heading back to her cell in one form or another. However, she rarely was able to socialize and tease, so why not do so with this guy? Of course, it was pretty risky business trying to joke with someone of his... caliber, but, hey, since when did Mona care about risk? She was enjoying herself more now than she had in quite awhile (since she was made into a gladiator, at least).
It seemed that her fun was short-lived, however. There was now a gun pointing immediately in her direction. Her first and primal instinct was to shy away from the firearm. Primal instincts were what many of the outlanders thrived on. Her reaction differentiated slightly, though. Instead of completely cowering at the sight, Mona's eyebrows instantly furrowed, shading her eyes almost entirely, and a venomous glare and frown graced her features. She did not like being threatened, nor would she back down from a threat. He would have had an easier time coaxing her into her cell than intimidating her.
Darkly, she replied to him, "You can put the gun away and drop the destitute solider act. I don't much like being threatened, you see." She lowered her eyes, which, in a wolven society, would be considered submission. Considering her sword was on the ground and any sudden movement in an attempt to grab it would only cause him to pull the trigger, Mona was in a particularly bad situation. Closing any distance between them would also put her in the way of a tranquilizing dart. So, either way, she was pretty screwed. And, in being royally screwed, it evoked a cornered sort of feeling in Mona. A ferocity flared in her breast, telling her over and over that she was so close to being free, but this man was standing in her way. To quit now would only brand her a coward. But then there was this tiny voice in the back of her mind cowering in fear, persuading her to give up while she still had her consciousness. Both of those feelings created a desperateness in the pit of her stomach. In experiencing that desperateness, anxiety welled up inside of her. In short, Mona was induced with all flavors of negative emotions at having a gun pointed toward her, although it wasn't lethal (though if he stuck enough darts in her, it could be). That one action had managed to change her from a snarky girl with an attitude to a silent, brooding type. Finally, she shrugged and told him, "Do what you think is best." To be frank, she would rather be sedated and not be conscious of her shame at this point. It was a cold day in Hell when Mona felt she had no other way out than to comply with the man on the other end of the gun. It was also an embarrassing day. Giving up violated everything she stood for, but the feeling of despair was unbearable, so she left her fate up to him.
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 18, 2012 22:26:55 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] beautiful wreck[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]He waited. What else would he have to do? He waited even after she spoke to him. She did not make any move for the blade and despite still not having done what he asked she was only standing there. It was time for him to make a move rather than wait for her to further comply because that clearly was not going to happen. With extra care in his steps Harper started forward with the gun still held out in case she decided to dive for him or the blade. As he got closer to her he finally quickened his step and kicked the blade away from the both of them. It spun away and clattered down a few of the steps. While it did so Harper pushed his gun back into its holster and instead unclipped the cuffs instead. He took hold of her hands and pulled them behind her to place them in the cuffs. At least now she wouldn’t be able to go running for that blade. He grasped one of her wrists and lightly pushed her forward to coax her back down the path that she had taken to get up here in the first place. It was time to get this one back in her cell.
When Harper began to push her along he was met by several of the guards who had kept post around them in case the woman had managed to flee from him. They simply kept their distance and eventually fell in line behind him. Nobody ever really walked with him or made any small talk with him. For the most part the others avoided him unless they absolutely had to be in contact with him. Just as he was doing, they were only doing what their job required of them. He was pretty sure that they were all happy that their job did not involve having to visit with him. Mona was probably not the only one there who thought he was rather unlikeable. Was it unlikeable or something else? Harper wasn’t really certain.
By the time that they had finally reached the cell Harper was relived to Mona Blade off of his hands. He stepped halfway inside of the cell with her to undo the cuffs and then stepped out to lock the door behind him. He was about to follow the pair of guards who had come in with him out but paused to glance back at the woman again. It was then that he showed the first signs of having at least a hint of personality for he could not help but raise a curious brow up at her. The guards stopped as well to regard him. Harper unstrapped the belt from his waist and handed it over to one of them. As per usual he was given a perplexed look. Harper just waved him away with a shake of his head. “Take it back up to whoever it belongs to,” he explained to the men. They simply nodded and left. Who wanted to stay in this stinking place anyways?
Harper turned toward the cell again and he stepped toward it. He made note to keep just out of arms reach just in case she tried to reach out and wrench him in toward the bars. He owed her nothing. He had done his job and had no further business with her. But still he found himself standing before her with his blue eyes hinting at his subtle curiosity.
“It’s Harper,” he said firmly. “My name is Harper."[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for mona[/style][/style] |
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 18, 2012 23:28:07 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] you were a child, CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES TOWARD IT CONTROL YOURSELF
TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM ME
Mona's stare never wavered as the man approached her. Her stare was less than pleasant, however. The disdain was obvious in her eyes. She didn't bother to oppose him, though. What good was that going to do her? She would only make it more difficult for the both of them. Her fate was already inevitable at this point anyways. Back to the cell for her! It seemed that her whole life was going to be a cell anymore. Soon enough she would grow too old to be a gladiator, or at least a viable one, and would either be killed in battle or by the government. Because what good was a battle-hardened vagabond like herself in relation to the utopia? She would be put out of her misery in no time... like some sort of mangy, disease-ridden mutt!
As he began to escort her to her cell, she immediately noticed the other soldiers that followed suit. An anger rose in her chest. She had the greatest urge to break off and beat them to a bloody pulp. Why? Because she didn't need more pairs of eyes staring her down as she was walked back to her chamber. She kept her composure, mostly so the man parading her about wouldn't be forced to shoot a pretty little dart into her flesh. Had those soldiers followed her like they were doing any other time, Mona would have pounced immediately. They were just fortunate that there was a semi-decent soldier (captain? - whatever he was) between them.
Mona stayed put as he placed her in her cell, finding no satisfaction in again trying to escape. Though, she watched him with the same poisonous look in her eyes. She figured he would probably go on ahead to resume his life and forget about the dangerous criminal, Mona Blade. She was somewhat shocked and slightly (pleasantly) surprised to see that his eyes again on hers. When he handed the belt to the guards, Mona narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but that was mostly for appearances. She was more curious than contemptuous. A little more than a bit of surprise showed on her face, though. Mona was never one to hide her emotions after all (unless it was sadness - that presented a weakness).
Her visage warmed up to him though as he turned toward her. An illuminated smirk even twisted her lips as he stated his name. "Harper, huh? Sounds like a girl's name," Mona taunted, though obviously in jest. She raised a brow at him in mock-intrigue. "Did you join the military to compensate for something?" With that, she retreated backwards a step and laughed lightly. Shortly afterwards, though, Mona put on her serious face. Her raised brow immediately became level with her other, and her lips pursed. "It's been an absolute thrill to meet you, Harper, really, but I'm afraid I must return to my busy life of whetting my blade - which I've seemed to misplace again, oops - and rotting in this cell." It's true that her tone was more snide and cynical than serious. And the tiniest of smiles only reinforced the idea.
However, sternly and very firmly this time, she added, her voice lowering slightly, "I'm just wondering... why did you even take the time to talk to me? You could have shot me with one of those darts and been done."
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 19, 2012 0:03:25 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] beautiful wreck[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]It hadn’t been the first time he heard that although that wasn’t why Harper continued looking it her with plain features. She would probably only be disappointed to find out that Harper had no idea where his name had come from and that someone had already beat her to the punch. So in reply to that he gave no reply at all. He did not even offer a raised brow or subtle grin to show that he was unaffected by the remarks. Both her jabs at his name and thought up need for compensation. However her amusement lasted only a short moment before she looked back at him with a more serious expression on her face. The sarcasm still seemed to be there but now it was present in a much more ironic way. Harper just continued to watch her with his expression of mild interest. Eventually she did managed to say something that he found he could reply to (not that he could not reply to anything else that she had said to him it was just that Harper could not find the point to do so). Still he could not get anything more than a gentle arch in his brow to show that she was even paying attention to her.
“I protect people,” he answered her simply. The side of his lips twisted up but not in a grin. He looked more like he was confused as to how someone couldn’t know that. “I didn’t think I’d need to do anything to you. Not unless you would have tried to do something to me. If our positions were switched wouldn’t you have done the same thing for me?”
He didn’t expect her to honestly say yes to that. He mostly did not expect it since he knew that plenty of other guards or soldiers would have leapt at the opportunity to just shoot at someone. That was not to say that there were no good men or women left out there who would look to reason. That just went to show that there were more people who would have shot her instead. Harper wouldn’t have held it against them either since he could understand why someone would shoot. When you were afraid you would do just about anything to preserve your own life. That was even true when you were not scared of the situation but the consequences. Harper would have been more fearful for the consequences if his little show of words had not helped at all.
Harper was always cautious. He wasn’t an idiot. He had seen battle and he had been in situations where he had been the one taken advantage of. He was human. He did not want any repeats of past incidents that had left him feeling uncomfortable. But for some reason he still found himself stepping up closer toward the prison that he’d just locked this woman away in. Maybe he would quickly relearn his lesson if she made a grab for him. If she did it would be well deserved considering he knew that there could be bad consequences to his actions. Even with all of that in mind he still stood in front of her and watched.
“The next time you try it,” he started quietly, “try not to let half the guard see you doing it. If they don’t see you then they won’t call me. And if they call me you’ll be right back to square one. I promise you that.”
His words were not coated with malice or meant as a threat. If anything they rang clear as sincere advice. He didn’t wish anything horrible to happen to her. She had a big mouth and did seem to have that dangerous spark in her but… what was the point in being cruel?[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for mona[/style][/style] |
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Post by MONA ATHENA BLADE on Oct 19, 2012 12:38:51 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] you were a child, CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES TOWARD IT CONTROL YOURSELF
TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM ME
Surprisingly enough, any urge to attack this man had dissipated once he began speaking to her like a human being rather than a convict. Fuck, she was getting soft if that was all it took. But it was just pleasant to have a decent conversation for once without having a guard overhear her every word (although technically he was one, so he was hearing everything). In fact, it was nice to talk to anyone anymore. Who did she have to socialize with? No one. Absolutely no one. She could taunt and tease the guards, but more often than not, they wouldn't even glance at her. There weren't even any other gladiators to exchange insults with! Not until they were in the arena, anyways, but Mona was focused on fighting for her life out there.
He protects people. Of course. But from what? A runaway? An individual who only wanted to flee the grasp of the utopia? Mona couldn't quite grasp the concept of protection of people, which implied everyone, Nix or not, when he was only protecting the utopians. He may have believed he was protecting her by not tranquilizing her, but didn't he even realize that tomorrow or the next day, she would be put in danger? In the next few days, she would be forced to fight for some petty amusement! He wasn't protecting her. He was putting her back in her place, which, if he knew anything about her so far, was that she didn't have a place. Mona was... Mona. She did as she pleased.
"If you were the escapee? I would have let you go," Mona snarled at him. To clarify, she added, "I wouldn't just jump into a situation without knowing something about it. And if I knew you did nothing wrong, you can damn well bet I would have looked the other way." Along with a shake of her head, she rolled her eyes at him, obviously telling him that that was a foolish question to ask anyways. She was attempting to regain her composure, as she didn't want her only means of conversation to leave. Once she was soothed, she again looked toward him, only to notice that he had stepped closer to the bars. A devious thought popped into her mind, and, had he been a normal guard, she probably would have carried through with it. That being grabbing a hold of him and attempting to bludgeon him against the bars. Her plan sounded violent, but she wouldn't have killed him! Just taught him a lesson, maybe...
Slowly and in a nonthreatening way, she approached the bars, placing her face very close to the space between two of the bars and then gripping them with either hand. Her eyes trained rigidly on Harper, but at the same time, they were somewhat soft. "Well, maybe I want them to call you," Mona replied in a hushed tone. "What fun is escaping when there isn't any challenge?"
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