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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 19, 2012 21:39:38 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 had not put that question out in the best way. If they had been different positions then she may have understood that other people’s lives were in danger with her out on the streets. From what he knew she was a threat and having wielded a sword out in a usually populated stadium did not make him doubt that she could be dangerous. If she had been in his position with the knowledge that he had then she would have done what he had done or he at least liked to think that she would have. Harper also liked to think that if she had been the one with the upper hand that she would not have felt any reason to try and put his life in danger. There was no way that he could be sure though and he was well aware that dwelling and counting on such thoughts was entirely useless. After today he doubted that he would even be seeing this face again. Why would he ever have to worry about having to count on it? He was sure that there was one thing that the two of them could agree on and that was that there was only person you could really count on: yourself.
There was no way that he could give her a straight answer to that. Why hadn’t he realized beforehand that she would not understand it? Or perhaps he had and he had only been saying it for the sake of a conversation. Harper, however, very rarely said things for the sake of a conversation. He supposed that today he was allowing his curiosities to get the better of him even if he did have other places to be at the moment. His family would be alright without him attending anymore festivities. The excuse of having to work always worked like a charm and he was used to the quiet glares he received for it.
When she approached the bars Harper felt his muscles bunch. It was second nature to him. Sometimes he felt constantly like a deer caught in headlights. He was always ready to jump at the first signs of danger if he needed to. His mind was constantly on the edge of life and death even when it did not need to be. A life in the military had done that to him. He had seen plenty of people died for not being fast enough.
Harper hardened his stare. “Because eventually I’ll get tired of playing your games and seeing your face,” he replied to her. He felt a rare blossom of rage in his chest. It always felt very alien, as if it were not his to begin with. “Next time may be the last time. I’m not one of those idiot amateurs that you mess with. This isn’t a game.”
He took a several steps back then and was ready to leave. Why was he wasting his time with this woman? What was so curious about her? There wasn’t anything unique or special about her case. There were hundreds of people in her situation. He was wasting his time. Without another word to her then Harper turned to leave. He had better places to be than here.[/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 22:13:19 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 was very much enjoying their little back-and-forth, even if it was not particularly on a topic that she cared for (that being her imprisonment). For once, she thought that maybe a utopian could be decent without being someone who was only trying to survey her. However, she was too quick to trust. What was wrong with her today? Aside from giving up, now she was letting a little kindness get under her skin! The thought infuriated her. This man was toying with her, surely. And as a sort of vigilante for the female species, Mona despised the stereotype that she was weak or easily-persuaded.
Now the previous urge to slam someone's face against the bars again surfaced. Harper's words were quite the advocate for violence. Her fingers tightened their coiling grasp around the bars until her fingertips lost all color. Her vise on the metal was so powerful that even her arms and biceps grew rigid. Eventually, the abhorrence spread to her face, where her jaw set and her eyes narrowed.
Had he not trudged away from her cell, she would have surely bit the dust then and there, but she would have exacted her revenge regardless! Mona watched him with disgust and loathing, her mind full of useless hate. For a few moments, she couldn't even find any English to speak to the man because of all the negative feelings.
Finally, she thundered at him, despite all the attention it would provoke, "You think my whole life is a game. You're the one who's playing games, acting like you give a shit for the people. Or am I not a person? You just want your fucking pay and that's it. The military is full of narcissistic assholes like yourself. You're just upset because I'm the only one who will call you out on your bullshit. But go ahead and leave like the god damn coward you are."
In her fit of rage, Mona had thrashed against the bars and bared her teeth like a wild animal at Harper. Once she was done yelling, she pivoted on her heel and kicked the ground and stomped and emitted many rumbling growls from deep within her throat. She groped for her sword in its sheathe, but soon realized it was gone. With her sword gone, she was forced to resort to thrashing against the bars again, her stare piercing Harper's skull. He was fortunate to be outside of the metal that separated them. Otherwise, that thrashing and foot-stomping would have been on his head.
Eventually Mona settled down and slithered over to a corner of her cell and sank against it. She curled into an upright fetal position, placing her cheek against her knees, though still looking toward the bars. "Piece of shit..." Mona grumbled to herself, obviously directed toward Harper. "He better hope he doesn't meet me in a dark alley somewhere with no silly gun. I'd gut him without even a second thought." She heaved a vexed, though somewhat thoughtful sigh. "What a pity, too. Such a nice face on such a wretched man." Mona again sighed, though this time in a composed manner, as if she had soothed herself by... talking to herself. Her anger was not satiated, but for the time being, she could remain calm. However, any one word that could be construed negatively would set her off again.
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 19, 2012 22:53:43 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 was not hard to hear what she had to say to him. No, Mona Blade was sure to shout out every word so that the entire place could hoot and holler along with her. The only human beings who weren’t going along with her were the guards who were still situated at their posts. They had become busy with quieting everyone down as soon as Harper had started back toward them though. They held no kindness in their hearts toward him but they did value their jobs and they also hated the sounds of people making horrible noises. They hated to be provoked just as much as Mona hated being provoked. What could he say? They were all only human. An emotion like anger or pride was hard to bite back.
While he continued back toward the exit one of the guards hurried passed him to try and quiet everyone down. Harper came to a halt (easily ignoring any shouts that were directed toward him from the other cells now thanks to Mona’s encouragement) and turned to watch his decent. For a moment Harper caught himself looking on with disgust. His lips had curled into a tight frown and his eyebrows had pressed toward one another in disapproval of this place. No, it wasn’t this place that he felt himself disapproving. He was surprised to find it was the people that were housed here. The feeling disappeared as soon as he acknowledged it. The alien feelings were gone and he was left staring after a guard who was so completely annoyed that he wasn’t even bothering to shout out at anyone. He just waved his hand and made his round. Harper was thankful that he did not work in this place anymore. Watching this only further reminded him of how much he didn’t miss it.
After watching the guard’s decent into the maze of cells Harper turned back around to continue toward the promise of fresher air. The only people who paid him any mind on his way out were the prisoners who could still see him. He did not return the favor. He didn’t care what they had to say about him or to him.
The sentries were surprised to see him return. It had only been several minutes since Harper had left the wretched place but he made haste to find his way back. Of course, nobody gave him any trouble and they actually seemed a little bit nervous this time. However this nervousness may have been due to the fact that Harper was now carrying a tablet in his hands and his fingers were quickly flicking the screen around. He made sure to keep it out of their sight. For starters, it wasn’t their business what he was doing it. Secondly… Harper did not feel the least bit guilty about making them squirm. They would take extra care in doing their jobs now. For all they knew Harper had made a call about their little problem earlier that day and now he was taking notes on how poorly they were doing. Needless to say they left him alone and seemed extra observant of what they were guarding.
“Mona Artemis Blade,” he spoke as he once again stopped in front of the room that held the woman he was speaking of. As he did earlier, Harper stood a good few feet away from her. His eyes were not on her now though – they were instead on the tablet. “Hm. I thought the name was familiar. Your family is quite well known. The name isn’t very common for a surname… I’m surprised I hadn’t caught onto it earlier. You left when you were seventeen.”
Harper continued to stare down at the screen. Eventually he looked back up. “I suppose you don’t remember me?”
His curiosity had not been for nothing. He recognized her. Perhaps not her at first but the name he had. Coming from a family who kept on top of these sorts of things helped. Both of their families were well known and influential in the Utopian society. Harper did not have very specific memories of her… many of them seemed to be faded away… oh, but so many of his memories seemed to come and go as they pleased. Ever since the accident his memory had never been quite right. She may have recalled more than him. Or maybe they never officially met. They were five years apart, after all. Maybe she knew one of his siblings better. Of course he had yet to disclose to her his last name. He would see where this went first.[/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 23:25:12 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
Her sapphire eyes never left him until he disappeared into the distance. She was angry with him, of course, but her stare secretly yearned for him to come back and converse with her. Despite her tough exterior, she was only human, and only wanted to socialize, like any human would. She had no speaking etiquette - that much was for certain - but, regardless of that, she could carry on a somewhat decent conversation, even with a man that was practically her opposite. He was the yang to her yin - the light to her dark. Perhaps that was why she saw him as a challenge more so than the other guards around the place.
As his silhouette dissolved from her vision, she focused her attention on the ground upon which she was sitting. There was nothing particularly stimulating about the cell she was in. Cold floors, cold bars, cold glares. The only ounce of warmth in the entire prison came from her breath.
In the few minutes that Harper was gone, Mona had occupied herself with trying to force herself to sleep. What else was there to do? Coiled up in the corner with her cheek still on her knees, she closed her eyes tightly. With her eyes shutting out the darkness, she also tried to shut out the noise coming from all of the other prisoners and guards and citizens. It was an impossible feat. All of the commotion was enough to wake the dead.
Her glassy blue eyes were not opened again until she heard her name. And from a familiar voice - one that made the hair on her nape stand. Immediately, her glare snapped up toward Harper, who was standing a few good feet away from her cage.
For a few moments, Mona only bit her tongue. As much as she wanted to shout obscenities at the man for thinking he could speak to her without apologizing, she was truly curious as to what he was talking about. So, instead of giving him the cold shoulder or stirring up vitriol, she actually decided to be civil (well, maybe not completely). "I don't know my family," Mona replied in a flat tone. "I don't know any other Blades, and why would I care to know? If I ever meet them, I'll kill them - all of them - for leaving me." Her voice was hardly threatening, however. It was apparent that she put no effort behind her hostility. She was just putting on airs at this point. If anything, Mona was apathetic toward her family. They wanted nothing to do with her; she wanted nothing to do with them. At Harper's last question, her brows furrowed slightly in disgust. "No, I don't remember you. Fortunately." At that, she removed her stare from him and returned it to the ground. An indignant snort emitted from her nostrils, almost as if she were amused that she didn't remember him. Who did he think he was? Now he was supposed to be someone memorable? He was anything but.
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 19, 2012 23:46:19 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 had dropped his stare before she had even started to speak to him. He was far more curious about what was on the tablet at his finger tips than what she had to say. This wasn’t because he thought that she had nothing interesting whirling around inside of that head of hers either. It was more because she did not seem to be interested in telling him anything worth his time. He hadn’t asked her any questions; everything that he had said had been a statement. Her name was Mona Artemis Blade. She left her family when she was seventeen and eventually made her way to the outlands. She was brought in by people better left unmentioned and forgotten. She was now here serving her time. Everything that he needed to know was there. There were obviously huge gaps since he had no idea what happened in between these points and was only offered a few details. Mona was doing a good job in keeping it to herself though and that was mostly why he still wasn’t listening to her threats or lies. There was only one part of it that he did not doubt and it was a good reason to keep her where she was. No matter how someone had wronged you, it wasn’t exactly acceptable to just goes off and kill them. She wasn’t helping her case.
“It’s nothing then,” he answered back with a light shake of his head. It was somewhat disappointing to get that answer back but it did not drag him down completely. After all, Harper had not been expecting her to just jump up and agree with him or to eagerly fill in the blanks for him. He knew that he knew who the family was and did not need to know how it had happened. It just did. He couldn’t find an answer beyond that for the time being.
His eyes rose up but not to look over at Mona. When they lifted up away from the tablet they were scanning his surroundings. Sometimes people could get out of here. More commonly it was death that granted their freedom but there were those few brave enough who would take one of these people home. They did this sometimes simply to keep there and bring back for upcoming battle and other times to keep for other services. He noticed that Mona had not come across this circumstance at all. Harper was about to wander this out loud but did not have to. He had no idea why anyone would want to take her home. Even if she was pretty she was still somewhat unpleasant in general. Harper wasn’t even sure if he would have enjoyed her company if she was a free woman. Then again, Harper didn’t enjoy much company.
“Tell me why you left?” he asked, looking back to her. “Or else I can spare you my company and leave you here on your own if you’d prefer me to.” He glanced around again, this time more pointedly at other inmates locked away in this place. “I’ve got a feeling they’d care even less to hear than me. You’ve got one chance.” He shrugged.[/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 20, 2012 0:09:54 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
He irked her with the way that he just ignored most of what she said. To her, it seemed extremely impolite when he was obviously trying to pry something out of her. Perhaps he was just upset that he thought Mona had all the answers, when, in reality, she had none. She knew only of the operation and of the outlands. Any recollection of her family was nonexistent. She didn't even know the Blades were so popular in the Utopia. Of course, that led her to wonder why, but she wasn't going to ask him because she decided she didn't want any help from him. If she wanted to find out, she could do it herself.
His attitude was causing her to increasingly become more ornery. Perhaps he was not so good at negotiations as Mona had first pegged him to be. He proved to be skilled at upsetting her. However, many people (almost all people) were skilled at doing that.
And, as if he was not vexing her enough, his next few statements only generated more disdain. Though, she decided she would be complacent for now. He wanted to hear her side of the story? Finally? Well, Mona was happy to oblige to that demand!
"I left because..." Mona started in a low, uncertain voice, "because I knew I was worth more than being another re-pop. I was always a rebel, sort of, but the outlands really brought that out in me. Made me violent 'cause I had to fend for myself. But I wouldn't have stayed in the operation, even if it meant dying in the outlands.' She shrugged, then continued, "I guess I left because I wanted to be treated like a person, not another vassal. In the outlands, I was my own person. I was feared and respected. As a gladiator - well, you see how we're treated. Like animals." In conclusion, Mona raised her head and shook it slightly. Then she placed her temple against her knees once more. Her eyes remained on Harper. "Does that sound very criminal-like to you? Other than stealing in the outlands - which, why would the Utopia care about that? - I don't feel like I deserve to be locked up and forced to fight other people who may or may not be innocent. But, you know, I guess I just have a different way of thinking... A smarter way, but a different way." Mona cast her eyes downward now, bracing for the lecture she was going to receive about being a convict because she had obviously done something wrong. Something she wasn't telling him. If he couldn't tell by now that she was blatantly honest, then he was more ignorant than Mona made him out to be.
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 20, 2012 16:23:02 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;]Wasn’t it an amazingly complicated world that they lived in? Harper wasn’t nearly old enough to know what life was like before Utopia. According to what he had been brought up to learn society had taken a horrible turn and this place was what had saved them all from continuing down that road. Everyone who had been left below was supposed to be the monsters. They were the bad guys. They were the ones who had wanted to keep on fighting and who had inevitably tore a once large nation into two. If there was one thing that Harper knew for sure about how societies worked it was that if they had a common goal then they would unite. One thing that Utopians had in common was thinking that everyone who lived below in the Outlands was their enemies and a constant threat to their wellbeing. The Outlanders were the common monster that helped to unite the Utopians. Mona Blade the nix and runaway branded herself as one of those monsters when she had decided to leave paradise behind to become one of the things that her parents and the rest of this society feared the most. She had betrayed their beliefs and that had scared them.
There was nothing Harper could do about that. He could only pull so many strings and involve himself in so many motions. He had his place in this nation and his mind would not be the one to make any major changes. She should have understood more than anyone else he knew that this was what he did to survive in this world. This was his work and it was his survival. It was all he had and the only thing that kept him tied to his family, his home, and this culture. He couldn’t risk all that he had to change her life.
“You’re an example,” he said, but not so much to her. When he caught himself saying it he lifted his eyes from the tablet and let the screen go dark. He decided that he would explain his mumbling to her. Why not? Who would care if he told her something like that? Still, he found himself glancing up in the direction that he knew a security camera was stationed. He was confident that several others were keeping a close watch as well. Harper looked back to her, not concerning himself with them for the time being.
“You had to pay the price,” he explained. “If you had gone with perfectly sound reasons then people would wonder why. The worse you look then the more the public can understand why you’d leave. Sometimes we need to make monsters.”[/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 20, 2012 17:07:03 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 was quite surprised she had even disclosed herself to this man, this stranger. He was getting under her skin, and, frankly, she hated it! Even if he was doing nothing wrong at the moment, she wanted to bludgeon his skull simply because he was able to get her to express emotions that would not normally be part of her palette. He was sly. Or perhaps she was just looking too much for someone to open up to. If she had to resort to lamenting to a guard, then surely the latter was the case.
Harper's utterances made absolutely no sense to her. And things that made no sense to Mona angered her. What did he mean by 'example'? Was she being put on display as someone who no one should aspire to be like? Well, certainly, she already knew that much. She was a wicked person - she couldn't deny that - but she had been molded that way. Fleeing to the Outlands, fighting for herself, stealing, being forced into a bloody career; where was the sympathy? Mona had not been shown any. Ever. Harper was the first person who even shared an ounce of any with her, although it wasn't enough for him to let her go.
Once he explained his first words, Mona only grew more enraged. She wasn't upset with him, per se, but with the way he could convey such a topic without hardly any emotion. Did he think she was a monster? Did he agree that people should be demonized, even if they had done nothing wrong? The Nix were just an easy target. The Utopians had made them so. Also, the Outlanders were a product of Utopian propaganda. There was no difference between them and the Utopians, only their circumstances. Mona couldn't say that she didn't sometimes feel pity for those on the bottom because they had to struggle for food; whereas, she was handed food (albeit not good food) almost every day. Her life compared to theirs was cushy, but she would have most definitely rather been in the Outlands, free and filthy, than in the Utopia, caged and condemned.
Swiftly, like the strike of a cobra, Mona was on her feet and lunging at the bars, though not necessarily in a violent way. She was upset, sure, but she didn't aim to harm Harper or even think about it. She just wanted to get her point across. "You think making monsters is okay?" she growled toward him. However, she hastily tore her stare from him and even backed away from the entrance to her cell. "The sooner you people realize that your so-called 'monsters' are not monsters by their own choice, the sooner you'll realize that us 'monsters' are not so bad. It's your shitty Utopia that's bad, creating fear and controlling people with it."
Eventually she sighed, almost in a light-hearted manner, and then turned to face Harper once again. With a shrug and a smile, she said, "But that's just the crazy rantings of a monster." She shook her head, still smirking. "You must be just as crazy to be standing here, listening to one."
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 20, 2012 22:05:55 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 didn’t know why but he was slightly surprised by her reaction. His eyebrows arched up at her as he considered her. All he had been doing was relaying information to her and sharing his thoughts. There wasn’t any reason that he could see for being upset with him over that. Then again he was the one on the outside of the bars. Harper could spout off as much of his opinion as he wanted to her and he would still be the one looking in at her. And maybe his robotic repetition of what was going on his head was not seen as very comforting. That was something that he had been told more than once in the past by family and other people he came into contact with. His personality, or lack of personality, managed to lose him a lot of people.
“No, I don’t think its okay,” he replied to her honestly. He tilted his head at her a bit and allowed his forehead to crease as he watched her thoughtfully. “Isn’t that how societies work though? Can you name a successful nation that has not done just that?” He shook his head at her. “There is no such thing as complete freedom if you want to be safe. You, unfortunately, just ended up on that side of the bars.”
To some extent he did feel bad for her. This society had put her here when they could have just sent her back to the place that she wanted to be. He doubted that she would have come back here for any kind of revenge (and it was doubtful she could even do such a thing on her own). They could have left her in the outlands but they had a front to keep and would take whatever they could to keep the people happy and in line. This place really was not all that bad. Both the outlands and Utopia had their faults, he was sure. By default he decided that the outlands probably had more problems and he couldn’t understand why someone would trade a life here for a life down there. To each their own, he guessed.
“That may be true,” he agreed with some lightheartedness in his voice now to match hers. He glanced down toward her empty sheath. He had kicked the sword that was certainly nestled there usually down several steps earlier so she wouldn’t be able to get it back. “You’re pretty good with that, are you?”[/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 20, 2012 22:50:28 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
His reply was almost laughable. No, it was laughable! This man was really brainwashed, wasn't he? Oh, but Mona knew better. It was almost as if this guy knew the Utopia and nothing but the Utopia. Did he live under a fucking rock? Holy shit. Mona was no tin-foil hat conspirator, but she knew that it did not take fear to rule a country or nation. There always had to be repercussions for actions deemed punishable, but scaring people into being absolutely perfect was not the right way to govern.
Mona grinned slyly toward Harper, exposing her teeth fully. It was a smile only comparable to that of the Cheshire cat's or a ravenous hyena. "I can name several. The Persians, the Romans, the Spartans. Not particularly in that order. Granted, the Romans did glorify gladiators, but... if I recall, the gladiators did it on their own free will." With a wave of her hand, she added, "Don't quote me on that."
Perhaps she had got some fancy learning down in the Outlands that he didn't receive, but she sort of figured that was common knowledge. They were some of the greatest empires known to man! The Utopia paled in comparison. Harper was a military man, though; maybe he didn't know anything other than tactics and rhetoric. It amused her that she seemingly knew more than him was all. She wasn't intelligent by any means, but if there was anything Mona knew about it, it was the best armies! She was a bookworm when it came to blood and gore.
Once Mona was finished silently gloating about her knowledge, she noticed that Harper was looking toward her sheath. Her companion was somewhere in this large coliseum, lost and destitute without its cozy home. She glanced toward it also, holding it up slightly as if in disbelief that her blade was missing.
"I'm the best!" Mona exclaimed, holding her head high proudly. "I know all the tricks of swordplay. Undercutting, uppercutting, counter-strikes, stances. Everything. Swords might be a little outdated, but when it's all you've got, you learn to get good at it or die." Ghoulishly she grinned at him from ear to ear. "I could show you everything I know!"
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 20, 2012 23:27:05 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;]What was this? Was she battling him to a challenge of knowledge? For the first time in a long while Harper felt his lips curl up into a grin. He was amused that she would even say anything regarding that since he was more than certain that every successful society had pushed fear into their people in one way or another. Fear was something that managed to bring people together, wasn’t it? It could be the fear of a disease, fear of another group of people, or fear of anything. Maybe she was right – on some things. But there was no way that she was completely right. If she was then all of his intensive schooling and being trapped in politics all of his life had been for nothing. Harper wasn’t the kind of person to turn his thoughts away from something that caught his attention and even the smallest of things could grab his attention. Oh, you know things like a gladiator who had nothing extraordinary about her to him. He considered just giving her the smile but decided to add a little more of his own knowledge on the topic. Who knows, perhaps they were both wrong. That didn’t mean he could argue his side.
“Ah, I hadn’t thought of them considering the slavery, constant battles for expansion, and all of the murder and death,” he said nonchalantly, obviously enjoying the challenge a little more than he intended. “All of them did great things, surely, but great men are usually corrupt men. I will say that Persia, if I remember right, was quite tolerant of different cultures coming together though… but that doesn’t mean that corruption did not exist.” He continued to offer her the soft grin and shrugged one of his shoulders at her again to show that he was more than willing to allow argument with his own assessment. “I also believe some gladiators were indeed slaves. That’s not to say there weren’t some who joined of free will.”
He watched as she perked up at the mention of her battling. His smile had faded away by then and now he only watched her with blank curiously. For hating what had happened to her with such a passion she sure did take pride in her ability to do battle with others in her situation. Harper just decided that it was the only thing she could be proud of in here so he was not about to take that away from her.
Harper would not take her offer up. He was not especially skilled with a sword since he had been trained with firearms and his body. He could take blunt objects and easily bash someone’s skull in but that was not the preferred method usually. Besides it was not often that he had someone coming at him with a sword. Firearms were always the choice method in the things he was dealing with. But that wasn’t to say he could not pick up a survival blade and cut a man’s throat clean open. His entire life had been to prepare himself for a life in battle… a different kind of battle than what she faced though.
“I suppose I should have it returned to you then,” he commented. “Although I’m surprised they even let you keep it in here. Unless you brought it on your own accord to begin with. And I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your offer. Sword fights don’t usually happen in my department."[/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 20, 2012 23:58:58 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
So it was a battle of wits then? Two combat-minded people clashing with their minds? Unheard of! Mona probably seemed like all brawn and no brains, but she could be useful when she needed to be. Granted, her knowledge did not extend deeply into any particular subjects. She knew just the surface of many. She had no time to really delve into topics. Her life was sleep, train, eat, fight, rinse and repeat. Scholarly learning was pointless, but Mona didn't mind being somewhat educated. It was more of a pride thing, being more than just a dumb oaf.
"I didn't say they were perfect. But none of those empires created 'monsters' out of any one person. Other nations, sure, but once they were conquered, they were practically citizens," Mona retorted, still with her ego inflating. "And I think gladiators were often criminals who did some terrible crime, now that I think about it. But they were always pitted against a lion or something." Finally, she sighed, as if weary of their intellectual conversation already. It was true that she didn't have a lot of stamina for these types of things. Perhaps that was why she was employed for her strength rather than her brains.
She had to admit, though, that seeing him grin was enough to make her smirk, even if his faded once she began talking about her sword. Of course it faded then! Anything that she took pride in was stupid, right?
Mona cocked an inquisitive brow at Harper, curious herself as to why she was allowed a blade in her cell. She had never made a move to harm any of the guards while visiting her, so perhaps that was why she was able to keep it. Her cell was her home now, so why would she want blood and hair all over her clean... stone floor?
"Yeah, it would be nice to have my sword so I'm not fighting some other guy with my fists while he has a blade," Mona replied firmly, though with some light-heartedness in her voice. "If you learn swordsmanship, then you'll be prepared for anything then, huh?" A smile again reappeared on her face to complement her teasing question.
Mona retreated a bit further toward the back of her cell, then turned around to face Harper once more. Her visage was wiped clean of all humor now, and was only filled with sternness and curiosity. "So, why are you still here? Do you truly wonder what I'm about or are you just... tracking me or something? Because if it's the latter, then you've sorely betrayed my trust, and, in my world, that's something you just don't do."
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 21, 2012 12:19:10 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 was surprisingly amusing and Harper did not find the need to be right. He gave her a nod to show that he acknowledged her answer and would give her no further debate on it. After all, he could easily go out and look for whatever information it was that he desired. She, on the other hand, was stuck in this cell with nothing. The least he could do was surrender to her challenge in history. He felt no need to puff out his chest to outdo someone and this was not out of sympathy for her. It was because she had proven herself in a battle of minds and she clearly was not an empty headed buffoon. Not that he assumed this place was filled with idiots or anything. He only assumed that a quick lesson on history was not something that most gladiators would be very interested in talking about with him or anyone else. It gave him an idea…
Before he could say anything else (honestly he’d left enough space in between to make it seem like he had nothing else to say) she was already discussing her interest in being reunited with her sword. Despite him seeing it as a danger to have gladiators with blades inside their cells… well, he wasn’t the one in charge of this place, was he? If she had it before and hadn’t cut off any heads on her way out then he supposed the only right thing to do was return it to her. He would also make note to the staff here to start figuring out a better way to slip her meals inside of her cell. Maybe something like grilled cheese sandwiches slipped through the bars sideways would be a better idea for a prisoner like she was. There was no need for risks in a place like this.
“Maybe one day I’ll take it up,” he offered with another grin. “For now I’ll just fight the coward’s way.” He pointed his index finger and made a slight movement with his hand to suggest a gun.
Tracking her? That was completely absurd and his face showed it. He had been called here as a last resort since nobody here at the moment could handle the job. Why they hadn’t called in someone else he had no idea. Perhaps it was because he had worked here in the past or maybe they just really liked to give him as much shit as they possibly good. Not being well liked among your peers was not always a very good thing. He had no reason to even have any interest in tracking this woman; nobody did. She was here, behind these bars, and in this stadium. They knew where she was and it was likely they could find out where she would be if she escaped. They had eyes and ears everywhere. It wasn’t easy to hide when you were a runaway gladiator.
“And what reason would I have for that?” he asked her with his eyebrows up. “I’ve only just met you and I already know where you are. Before this afternoon I didn’t even know I’d be dealing with you. I have no reason to track you.”
He narrowed his eyes at her but not maliciously. It was a curious stare. “Do you enjoy reading?”[/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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