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message 1: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Kill Or Be Killed



When you’re a prisoner you’re life turns itself upside down. Kingdoms raid each others villages and traveling anywhere- especially on horseback, despite it being the quickest transportation- is risky. Because once you’re a prisoner you’re a pawn in hideous entertainment. They expect you to fight your way to the prize. What’s the prize? No one knows. Could be freedom … or it could be worse.

[A] is a prisoner tossed into the games like the rest of them. Undeniably pretty but quick on her feet and rough around the edges. She doesn’t need someone to come and save her. Winning isn't everything they say, but when you don’t want to die there’s nothing else to do but kill, so that’s what she prepares to do. What she doesn’t plan for is [B]. [B] is a man with a smirk on his face and smug words to go along with it. Not only did his guards capture her in the first place but he’s an oppressive asshole who doesn’t want his time with said prisoner go to waste. [B] had never cared about any of the men and women he entered into the games, and [A] is no different. He simply likes her spunk and sassy attitude. Allured he does whatever he wants whenever he wants. Funny thing he doesn’t even know what the prize it, but he wasn’t about to let his slave get away. She is no different from the rest of his pets that won these fucked up challenges. Oh no. They’re all still his. And they’re all sorry they didn’t die when they had the chance.

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message 2: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments I liked the side bars~ so maybe we could turn this into doubles?


message 3: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
The options? ^^
Yeah I'm cool with doubles.
How did you want to work that in??


message 4: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments Well, you had several options where C was working for B, or was still stilling fighting under B. Maybe we could use those options?


message 5: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Fine by me :3
Which one sounded best too you?


message 6: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments If we're doing doubles, we can use both of the options for C and make D.


message 7: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Ooh yeah yeah that totally works - ahah, dude Mal ^^
Did you want to be a brother, or a slave, or ...?
Also- would it be incredibly rude if I asked to be A?


message 8: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments No, it wouldn't be rude~ It's your idea.
I'll be the slave


message 9: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Alright than, I can be the brother :3


message 10: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments Aight, then. What age range should the characters be?


message 11: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Mm-- early twenties, late teens?


message 12: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments That works for me ^-^


message 13: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Cool. So - charries? ^^


message 14: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments Yup~ Do you want to make yours first?


message 15: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Sure :]
I'm going to stay on the basics side of things if that's alright with you??


message 16: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments That's totally fine ^-^


message 17: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Do you care as to what the boys last name is? :3


message 18: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments Nope~


message 19: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Cool bro, I'm done with A, so I'll be done with D soon ^^


message 20: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments Aight~


message 21: by Mal (last edited Jul 27, 2014 02:06PM) (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
☾Charrie | One☽
» Fᴀʀᴀ Esᴛᴇʟʟᴇ
» ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ



» ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ
» ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ
» ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs sᴄᴀʀs ᴍᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ

Fᴀʀᴀ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs. Hᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀʙᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ɪᴛ. A ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪᴠᴇs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴅɪᴇʀs ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs - ᴀɴᴅ ɪs - ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɪᴛ's ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. Sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɪᴛ. Fᴀʀᴀ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ Jᴇʀᴇᴍɪᴀʜ's ɢᴜᴀʀᴅs sɴᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ. Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇss. Sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ʜɪᴍ. Sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs, ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴄᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛᴏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ? Fᴀʀᴀ's ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴘᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.



message 22: by Mal (last edited Jul 27, 2014 08:35PM) (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
☾Charrie | Two☽
» Sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀᴇ "Sᴀʟᴠ" Cᴀssᴛᴇs
» ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ

» ᴊᴏᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴇʀ
» ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ
» ʜᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴇʏᴇs
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ ᴛᴇɴ

Sᴀʟᴠ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪғᴇ. Hᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ; ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ... ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ. Hᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀɪʟʏ 'sᴏғᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ', ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʀᴢᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜsʜ, ʜᴜsʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. Sᴀʟᴠ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ's ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs. Iᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. Hᴇ's ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʟᴇss ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. Sᴀʟᴠ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ.



message 23: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
I hope they're okay? ^^


message 24: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments They're awesome. I'll have mine up in a bit.


message 25: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Okee~ :)


message 26: by sucre'd fiend (last edited Jul 27, 2014 01:46PM) (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments
the other gladiator
[ Mizuru "Empress" Hitachin | 19 ] -- the kind hearted murderess

{ Jang Byeol -- Blonde Hair -- Brown Eyes -- Five Foot Three -- Scars }



message 27: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments
the game master
[ Jeremiah "Jer" Casstes | 21 ] -- the empty, villainous dictator

{ Joshua Brand -- Brunet --Dark Blue Eyes -- Six Foot One }



message 28: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
They're perfect <3


message 29: by Mal (last edited Jul 27, 2014 03:00PM) (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Also - I apologize for all the mistakes in my charries sheets,
I didn't even read them over until, like, an hour ago and ugh, so bad x-x


message 30: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments That's fine~
I didn't even notice. ^-^ so, how do you wanna start?
Also, we need to RP Aurora and Moira in AAAA pronto


message 31: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Oh I'm glad, it's so bad >_<
but im to laaazy to change it
Hmm~ we can start either when she's captured, or when she meets her competition (aka Mizuru) , before the first game, when Fara meets Jer (and Salv?), uhm . . . that's all I've got o-O
yaaaaas, she's open if we wanna do it now ^^


message 32: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments Maybe meeting the competition, and the brothers could be monitoring the interaction? Like, seeing how she'll react to the games in general, and her initial response to her competition?
YAS


message 33: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
That works for me~
I do have a question about Mizuru though, if you don't mind ^^
It occured to me as I was revising my plots, but . . . she is under the safe roof as Fara right? Housed by the brothers?
YAS. Where?


message 34: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments I think that would work. Is the house sort of like a royal harem?
I DUNNO. DAVE AND BUSTER'S?


message 35: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
I didn't think about it until now xD bad mal
But that's a really awesome idea! :o
Like people know that there's a slim cahnce of this prize being freedom because these welathy men have so many wives that were players at one point, but they try anyway because theres still that small chance?


message 36: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
TOTALLY DONT KNOW WHY SHE'D BE THERE
BUT LETS DO ET. WANNA POST? OR ME?



message 37: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments Yeah,that sounds like a good idea.


message 38: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments MAYBE SHE'S TAKING PHOTOS OF PEOPLE HAVING FUN. I DUNNO. CAN YOU? I HAVE TO WRITE OUT AN INTRODUCTORY POST IN ANOTHER 1X1 AND CHANGE THE APPEARANCE FOR ANOTHER BECAUSE "IT WASN'T HER TYPE". ._.


message 39: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
That works for me XD
I can post, no problem ^-^
Did you want me to post for both?
Also -- I really hate when people do that, it's disrespectful >.>
Like if someone walks up to me and we start talking I'm not going to be like - uhm, I dont like your face, go change it before we speak.


message 40: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments Could you? I dunno how to think of starting here >.>
God, it is. Then she wanted me to change the name because it wasn't "Mermaid" enough ._. I kinda just let it slide, considering she's not as bad as someone else who is/was in the group.


message 41: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
Yeah that's completly fine :P
Also, I posted with Aurora, yay! \^^/
But ya. That bothers me. I've never actually roleplayed with anyone who does that, so when it happened to my friend I was like -- shocked. I seriously don't know where people get the nerve.


message 42: by Mal (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
*** Iη тнє Ɓєgιηηιηg ***

As if getting snatched wasn’t bad enough. . . but no, she had to get grabbed by the Casstes brothers. She didn’t know them by name, she didn’t care to know them by name either, but their family was not something people talked pretty about. Then again – who’s was?

Fara had been here a grand total of two days and in those two days and basically spent in all locked up tight in a room with a window pane that wouldn’t budge, and that was saying something. For a little thing like herself, Fara was pretty strong. But whatever they had used to keep this thing shut it was way stronger than paste. So no, she couldn’t leave. Instead she was tortured with the view of the outside world from the ledge.

For the second time in the past two days Fara heard the click of the door unlocking – which she had tried to pick, but found that it was a lot easier when you actually had utensils on you. She’d briefly met the brothers the first name, but the interaction had slid right off her shoulders and if they had said anything important to her all she had responded with was a glare and a pair of closed ears.

It was childish, but these games weren’t worth all the shit the peasants went through. So here she was, shoved into a room with the other contestants in the household. They were scattered – the room was fucking huge – and didn’t seem to be talking to one another. In the corner of her eye Fara spied the brothers standing off to the side of the double doors, which the guards that had led her here were shutting just now. Well . . . here goes nothing.

Meanwhile, Salvatore held his hands behind his back. They were reentering two contestants this year, entering three new ones. He didn’t care to much to think of the numbers, but there wasn’t really much else to think about at the moment.

He stood next to his brother beside the threshold of the doors, hands held behind his back respectfully – really he just could never figure out what to do with them, but at least it came off as respectful. Anyway, he stood there quiet for the most part, chewing the inside of his cheeks as he watched the players mill around. This part had always confused him. They hated he and Jeremiah, there was absolutely no doubt about it, but somehow they always ended up walking out of the room fine . . . not a scratch on them.

Of course he wasn’t asking for any trouble or nothing, but still, why didn’t they try to get at them? It couldn’t be the guards that scared them off, correct? Salv parted his lips to voice his questions to Jer, but the doors pulled open then and his head swiveled in that direction instead.

“She’s one of the new ones.” He commented obviously, just like he had when the other two new players had been walked shoved, dragged, take your pick into the room.



message 43: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 205 comments
Mizuru knew of this customary meetings of the combatants. She'd never been one for it, as she found that it usually didn't matter at one point or another in this game. No one really lasted long, save her and another girl she barely got acquainted with. She was sure that the girl had been called the "Anaconda," but had thankfully never been up against her. Lord knows she wouldn't be here if she had.

There was three fresh recruits, and in the back of her mind, she kind of hoped that they wouldn't be here long. It meant that the Brothers had grown tired of them and had likely just thrown them out, or they died. If they died, she hoped it was quick and painless. She remembered the first time she came close to death, and it wasn't painless. It was, in fact, the most painful experience of her life. She wanted to forget it, this, everything, but she knew that the two men watching them from the door wouldn't let any of them go that easy.

Her gaze landed on one of the new recruits in particular. She looked more sullen and pissed than the others, and was sending glares left and right. Hair the color of drying roses, eyes like clear sky -- no wonder they picked her. She was exceptionally pretty -- no, beautiful. It'd be shame to see her become marred and mutilated with the passing of time, if she survived. If she didn't, she'd make for a beautiful corpse, Mizuru supposed.

Tugging lightly at the ends of her, as she usually did for luck, the blonde strode over the thoroughly pissed red head and smiled cheerfully. "You shouldn't let them see you angry," she advised, "They'll only take pleasure in it."

While his brother gave him information that he deemed to be relatively arbitrary, Jeremiah watched the redheaded one. This one...she seemed to have far more spirit in her than the others. The other girls, while they did have moments of struggling and screaming at the tops of their lungs, she had this silent fury going on. When Jer and Salv had first spoken to her about what was going on, she'd completely ignored.

Well, ignored about as far as sending them glares.

In the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of one of the older girls walking toward the redhead. If he recalled, from her information, she was "Fara." It'd be interesting to see how she would react to the seemingly friendly girl, who looked to be slightly shorter than her. That, of course, didn't mean that she couldn't be the one to kill Fara if it came to it.

That's what this was about: survival. The girls didn't attack them because it meant that they would only be stuck in here longer. That they'd be forced to fight harder. And, it was evident that none of them wanted that. At the thought of putting the newer recruits into the arena with the older ones, a smirk graced his lips and he turned to his brother.

"How long do you think they'll last," he inquired. If they were to be gone before it got to be any fun, it would only mean having to increase the number of girls they took.

wow, very meh



message 44: by Mal (last edited Jul 29, 2014 05:58PM) (new)

Mal (malxox) | 5568 comments Mod
[Apologies for the late reply
And nu-uh, your reply was fabulous <3
Also – sorry, heh – I just chose a random amount for reentering and entering and what not, we can totally make it more if we want to have more characters in the house and stuff, I don’t mind :D]

Fara turned in a circle as she walked deeper into the room; reluctance in her step. There was a total of three guys in here; and two of them were not players. Well the other guy must be a piece of work because despite his slim stature and lanky look he was here somehow. Whatever they saw in him that got him stuck here in the first was beyond her, and frankly she really wished she wouldn’t find out first hand. She didn’t want to be in the arena with anyone here. Hell she didn’t want to be in the arena at al—Fara’s shoulders tensed, a platinum blonde coming up on her side.

After a moment Fara spoke, “I don’t think that they’ll care whether I’m angry or not.” Fara answered after a moment, curling her hands into protective fists. It was an instinct, she did it without thinking, because who knew whether this girl was hostile or not. Sure she gave her a smile, but she looked at ease, more or less, did that mean she had been here before? If she had than that meant that she was a killer. Not that Fara wasn’t really . . . she just didn’t do it for fun, thank you very much.

Then again- Fara doubted anyone here wasn’t a killer, only the rich avoided the games, otherwise you were fair game, which meant that you probably had it in you. Probably. She flickered her gaze briefly over to the brothers. They were looking at her and – whoever this was. With that Fara looked back at the girl, straightening slightly, attempting to loosen her hands. She didn’t look like she was going to throw any punches and Fara sure as hell hadn’t done anything to deserve it. Not from her. Not yet.

“How do you stand them?” she scoffed. “They just stand there and watch us. It’s like we’re behind glass.” Well they better get their sticky fingers off because she didn’t like the way that either of them looked at her- the older one in particular.

***

Salvatore looked over at his brother, his eyes inquiring for a half second before moving away. He skimped over their players, quickly following Jeremiah’s gaze and settling on the redhead and Mizuru. He’d never really been good at discussing these things, Jer knew this well actually, but he persisted to speak to him about it. It was simply the way of things anymore, and so Salv breathed a sigh of thought. “Well,” he tilted his head. “She seems pretty hard headed.” He said. More obvious, his-brother-already-knows sayings.

“I’d say she’s one worth watching.” He mumbled lastly. While Jer was all for a larger intake Salv really didn’t care either way. Don’t call him kind hearted, he wouldn’t have any qualms if they started taking in more, but if that’s what his brother wanted than he may as well just start doing it already.

As for the other ones they had brought in this year? They’d probably last as long as last year’s did. Winning the games was a feat for not only the player, but for the owners. It was a slave drive, but only they would get victory in the end. Sure if one of them became usless they’d let them go, good for the image, but they pretty much hung around. Besides, Jer liked having them around. More fun for him. “Our best asset is probably Mizuru, you know. We should only enter her when we need to show her off, and at the tail end when we need wins.”

So . . . Salv wasn’t good at talking games, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t. After all, he had grown up in a wealthy family, which meant that he’s been around this stuff pretty much all his life. Sometimes it just rubbed off, the strategies they had were pretty affective, so they went for nearly every year. You didn’t wear your top player out within the first rounds, you threw in the ones that looked like they knew what they were doing but if they didn’t they were expendable. He wasn’t new at it this by any means.



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"You might not think they care, but they do," Mizuru stated, "The angrier you are, the more they want to see what that anger can do." She shrugged lightly, a smile still on her lips. This girl would probably do well in the ring, what with her immediate "fight" response. At least, that's what she thought if the clenching of her fists at her side were any sort of sign. But, that was to be expected, in a place like this.

"Relax, we're not in the ring yet," she murmured, glancing over at the brothers. The last thing she wanted for there to be a show. That'd only bring much more attention to the two of them. Speaking of which, they were being watched. She pursed her lips, thinking of an option that she could have to possibly speak more privately with this girl. She looked like she could be more of a problem than a threat.

The brothers? They kinda looked like they were eating this whole conversation up. "Well, it's either you stand them or you die," she replied, "Simple as that." Though, out of the two, she'd have to say that Salv wasn't as bad. He seemed more uncomfortable with the games as a whole than his older brother did, which probably meant that he was probably one of those people. Didn't want to dirty their hands, but didn't quite like what was going on.

"My advise is to stay on their good side," she said solemnly, the smile disappearing from her lips for a second before returning, "I'm Mizuru. You are?"
Jer's brows raised at the idea of pulling Mizuru. While she was a pretty efficient fighter, and he saw the appeal of her flashy style, he wasn't sure what his brother was thinking. It was usually good for him to talk about this. He wasn't sure why Salv was so uncomfortable with the games.

There was profit in all of this, and it paid pretty well. "I see," he murmured, thinking over what his brother had told him. He didn't often go with the advise given to him, unless it involved his brother. And, if it weren't for his brother, they wouldn't have the redhead, now would they? "Where'd you find her?"

[ This, this was really bad.
Uh, maybe we could add more in later? Like, as they get further in with the fights. ]



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[No problem :)]

Ah, so this girl just didn’t want her to be any good in the ring. It was a thought to take into consideration, for better or for worse really. Honestly Fara wasn’t sure she wanted to be thrown into the ring this early anyway. Even so she had never been here before, and the way this girl talked . . . yeah she had definitely been here for awhile. Or at least last year. Where Fara lived they tried not to pay attention to the games, any hollering kids that went around spreading the news of winners and losers were thoroughly silenced, metaphorically speaking of course.

Nonetheless her fists loosened, she wasn’t in any danger here. Even if the smiling was throwing her off guard. After all, it wasn’t what you thought would be a part of the games: smiling. “Sorry.” She said after a second. Briefly she looked at the brothers, her eyes catching the older ones as he contemplated who the hell knows what. She even narrowed her eyes a bit. Okay, so she wasn’t letting this go, big deal. A second she looked away, letting her eyes lighten in the slightest, for this girls sake.

Mizuru, huh? She’d not heard that one before. The redhead breathed out a sigh and eventually nodded her head. “Fara.”

***

Salvatore scratched the back of his neck. “Well, we don’t want to exhaust her.” He hurried to explain himself. Sometimes he thought his brother was to reckless with his players. They weren’t really his own, since Jer was older, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t owned under the Casstes name, and oh their parents were proud. “I mean she’s played before, sure, and I’m not saying hold her the whole game otherwise we’d definitely lose, just . . . take her out of the first few fights.” Salv trailed off, looking away as his voice faded.

Besides they were all going to be training anyway. That’s what the basement was for. Barred windows and all. It let them vent their anger as well as kick each other around, just like they would kick around players in the rink – except they killed in the rink.

Salv blinked his eyes back to his brother. Where did he . . .? Oh, the red head. “I . . . I just sent the guards out to the further districts, they found her in the eighth ring.” He answered. All true. He really hadn’t found herself himself, they had, but he liked to think that Jeremiah was going to give him credit, despite his lack of interest for the games he just very much held his brothers approval on a pedestal. He was his brother after all.



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Mizuru could tell that the girl had much more to say in terms of her smiling, so she figured she might as well let the girl in on her secret. "I apologize if my smiling is setting you on edge," she stated, "It just makes things easier to handle. I mean, if you can't find something to be happy about, you might as well just die in the ring." Maybe that didn't sound too well. She thought it might have sounded kind of poetic, in a sense. Or, at least inspiring. If she could keep this girl alive, maybe the brothers would reward her, or the both of them. She looked like she would have a ton of spunk in the ring.

"So, Fara, how old are you," she asked, hoping a divergence to a normal topic would keep the mood light, "I'm nineteen. But, I've been here longer, so that would kind of make me an older sister? No, that's not right. I would be your--what was the word?--senpai. It's Japanese for upperclassmen." She grinned widely at that. This, though, wasn't some high school experience that she could just simply enjoy.

This was an arena, even when they weren't in one. Forming an alliance would only so much as keep things easy between the two of them, but it could possibly keep them alive. She'd have a minor excuse to be paired with the girl if they had a doubles fight.
Jer nodded, liking the way Salv was thinking. While his brother might have not noticed it, Salv had a really good eye for this stuff. As well as a good strategy. But, that was something that had to be provoked. Jer didn't necessarily like acting reckless, but he figured that he needed to in order to give his brother the extra push.

"Eighth ring, huh? I thought most of them were old and deformed," he commented, "Maybe we were wrong. We should start pushing out to all the places we don't usually get to, in case we run into another one like her." He continued to watch the two girls talk, eyes watching the way the redhead reacted to Mizuru.

"And, sure, we can hold Mizuru back in a few of the fights," he agreed, "We can send the other ones out."



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“I’m not going to die in the ring.” Fara said, her voice even. She wasn’t going to die, and she wasn’t going to be the ones that survived by default; by getting wounded and being taken out, because she’d never be granted freedom that way, she’d just heal and then be thrown in again next year, and that was not a risk she was willing to take. No Fara was going to win, and if that meant taking this girl down with her than she would have to do it.

Nonetheless she let her shoulders relax and her fists release. She had to make alliances no matter what the end game was, that was part of surviving too, everyone back in the eighth circuit taught her that. Safety in numbers, keep your enemies close, all that good stuff. “I’m … I’m nineteen.” she answered after a second, trying not to look into the corner of her eyes were she knew that that creep was looking at her. Whatever he wanted he’d have to lay off, she wasn’t giving it to him.

They’d heard a lot of horror stories about the owners, some are worse than the players actually. Sure the players died, but by now that didn’t faze people, not unless they were your people dying. No, what they heard about the owners was worse. Brutality … rape. Fara clenched her jaw shut and rolled her shoulders, trying to get rid of the feeling crawling up her spine. “How long?” she asked. “Have you been here I mean?” Have you won any games?

***

“They’re actually pretty tough… from what I’ve heard anyway.” Salv scratched the back of his neck, stuffing his other hand into the pocket of his slacks. He figured that they were tough out there because it was getting close to the end circuits, and that could only mean that it got worse the further you went. Far as he knew the people weren’t very friendly to one another, the guards had to be pretty sly to get their hands on girls like Fara, guys too, they tend to be fierce out there, especially when they don’t want you touching them. Not that he would know, he’s just a wealthy, sheltered Casstes brother, never soiled a hand in his life. Jer on the other hand …

See Salv handled getting them here, but he only told the guards were to go, once they were here? They were pretty much Jer’s, he had little say in what he wished to do with them. Hell, they had little say in what he wished to do with them; he always got his way. It’s just how things worked. They’d all figure out one way or another.

Salv nodded a little, “…You know last year’s winner? Uhm,” he paused a moment. “Ranson? He was from the seventh ring.” The fact was sprouted without thought, he figured that Jer didn’t really care, but who knew, maybe if he could please his brother with strategies he could please him with trivia too. That's all he was ever impressed by really- things about the games. The thing about Ranson though? He wasn’t just another player, he craved the games, the way his eyes lit up when he cut the other players apart was … rampant.



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Mizuru thought back to the first time she was brought into the games. It'd been a while ago, maybe when she was sixteen? She didn't understand why they'd chosen for her to come in so early, but then again, there were those who came here earlier than she did. They'd been fighting for a long enough time to get used to it. "Three years," she replied with a sigh. Three years of only ever seeing the sun when it came time for a fight. Which, was strange considering she used to see it all the time. She hadn't ever felt any sort of special connection to the world around her before the games. In fact, she took everything for granted.

She'd never used to care about those little things that she'd seen all the time, until she'd stopped seeing them. It would be the same for Fara, if the girl really cared. Her determination to evade death in the ring could be considered a number of things. It could be stupid, the way she was so determined to live. It wasn't likely that she would last long if she were weaker than she seemed. It could be reckless, and it could drive her insane. She'd seen that happen before. Like last year's champion.

"Well, I wish you luck," Mizuru remarked, grinning again, "We're probably gonna leave to train again."
Jer nodded, his smirk widening at the thought of the pandemonium that Ranson had caused. And the great influx of profit from all the bets that had been placed in his favor. If he was from the seventh ring, and this girl from the eighth, it could mean that they would be better off picking from those two rings, then from just scouting every ring.

"We can continue taking from those rings," he decided, "I think it's time we take them to the basement. We'll see what they can do then."



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[Heh… oops ^^"]

Salv nodded his head grimly, looking away as he motioned to the guards to do their thing. He took orders from his brother, they took orders from his brother, so they generally did what he asked. They were really his only friends, which sucked because it was sort of lonely. Not to mention only a select few of them were actually cool to be around so constantly. Those were his friends, those select few. And even calling them friends was a bit of a stretch, he and the other game owners didn’t seem to even get along well enough to be considered friends either – sigh.

Fara swung her head around as a male came up to her, taking her by the arm and dragging her away. Another guard – a female – came up beside Mizuru and nodded her head towards the door, the gun she had (only issued to the upper class or guards, thank you very much) held with both hands across her chest at the ready, but she didn’t seem to think she was going to need it. Fara guessed that Mizuru really had been there for three years. Damn. But she refused to feel pity, because that’s what got you killed: pity. She didn’t know if she would be going up against this girl, but she couldn’t afford to bring her defenses to far down.

The basement was cold and dreary, the only lights coming from rectangular windows heavy with nasty looking glass evenly spaced around the brims of the ceiling, way too far for her to jump and try to break . She had a funny feeling that it wasn’t an easily broken pane either. If it were they were cockier than even she thought they were. It seemed impossible though, because trailing at the back of the pack were the brothers, following as the guards and the contestants were released.

Salv didn’t say anything as he trudged down the stairs, a couple of paces behind his brother. The guards didn’t leave the boys and girls in any specific shape, just sort of let them go. They knew was well as he was sure that the players did that they wouldn’t be escaping from here. After coming down the stairs, the guard flanking the other side of the door shut the door behind them and that was that. Now was when Jer got to have the real fun, playing with them before they got into the rink always seemed to be his favorite, and though Salv hated it … he never said anything to stop him, because he would only make matters worse. And it wouldn’t be all too great for himself either.


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