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| Misamia | Jun 29 2013, 12:19 PM Post #1 |
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Username: misamia Preferred Name: kit (old habits die and that use to be my forum name) Age (optional): 22 Years role-playing: 2000s Favorite Genre: fantasy Least favorite genre: none really, just don't like playing characters from anime's, movies, etc. Anything you’d like to add: been a few months since I last RPed so hopefully this isn't too bad Role-playing Sample: How long had it been? ...hey... She remembered it though... Just like it was yesterday. The warm breeze that brushed her skin, the sound of the ocean rumbling in front of her, the waves rolling in as if calling you to the depths, the taste of the air itself seemed to taste of salt. The laughter in the background from the other families. A child cheerfully calling for its mother... something about a shell... ...get... How long ago had that day been? She remembered that day so clearly. It was the only day she could remember anymore. Remember after all these years. that was the day the world had changed. No one knew where they came from when they arrived, they still didn’t truthfully. The only thing we knew was they weren't from around here... not one bit. ...up... Talking? Now that wasn’t part of her memory... where was it- She woke with a start hand flying out. Only once it made a full swing did she remember where she was, where she really was. Stuck in her cell before the event, theyd redone a prison for their personal uses. Green eyes clashed with gold... Those gold slitted eyes. She felt the chain fall from the collar around her neck and found the strength to stand. She could feel her hair... dirty and damp clinging to her back. When was the last time she had a real bath? She couldn’t stop the dark chuckle that echoed in her mind, all that left her lips though was a scoff. It was enough though to feel that damned stick hit across her back stumbling forwards. A feral smile curled her lips at the touch. Shouts erupted around her the one who had hit her being threatened. "You never touch Mackish's fighter!" Their words... they sounded so simple like some hill billy trying to talk. But he was right... you didn't touch anything that belonged to Mackish. Not if you wanted to live to see the next day. Especially her... his prized fighter. How had she come so far from the warm beaches of California working on a medical degree? Well either way that teaching had saved her. Who would have thought down home sweet Becca would come to this? Cage fighter for the most ruthless Cat on the continent. Cats... they really hated that slang, but what else would they be called when they had those cat like eyes... even tails. Some advanced species from some far away planet. They were ruthless though, inhumanly strong and fast. Their home planet had a stronger gravity, so when they arrived on theirs to them they felt light as a feather. Joy. Her mind came back to her when she began to hear the roars. The light ahead blinding compared to the dark tunnel. The Cats were excited... This after all was the Finals. The Final fight of the season. The highest bets would be placed tonight. There would be blood... Clean fights were a thing of the past. Especially at this high of a level... You'd think it would be opposite. The lower end fights bloodier. The more prized fighters had more rules to keep the death toll down. Who was she kidding... she'd be happy if one of the other fighters killed her off by now. That was their only peace to get this far and hope someone was strong enough to kill them. To finish this nightmare. Stepping into the ring her arms lifted as a feral smile slowly curled her lips once more. She hated to admit it... but this thrill, god she loved it. The walls rose above her at least twenty feet before hitting chain link fencing. Had to keep them secured after all. So many Cats crowding the arena stands watching her. In the light she could finally see herself. Her skin dark from dirt and blood. Even the water that had woken her up hadn’t made a dent in the dirt on her skin. Her body clad in what had once been jeans, now they were no better than shorts, along with a tank top. That was the only thing they were given regularly was a new top. They liked seeing the blood on the white material. Sick creatures the whole lot of them, could she be considered any better at this point though? Her gaze turned to the other entrance as her arms fell to her side. The other fighter walking into the ring in a similar manner. They really were fucked at this point anyways so why not have fun. They each began walking the arena eying each other. Hoping for some old wound to show itself that hadn’t healed yet, or even a darker spot on the body to show a wound that bleed and was still healing. No it wouldn’t be that easy not at this point would it. So they just gave in. Gave in to the sudden primal urge that was slowly consuming their minds from these fights as the bell rang. Fight, after all that’s all they knew anymore. The fight was numbing. No that’s wrong. They could both feel each blow taken. The pain from the strength behind each kick and punch. Her eyes widened a fraction seeing both feet suddenly aiming for her face. So she had martial arts back ground… no wonder she made it so far. She had her own weapon though. Gymnastics. With that she flipped backwards. The kick landed on her chin but her momentum in her own back flip made it minimal. It ached but it hadn’t broken anything. The distance was a blessing but a curse. They both had a moment to collect themselves but it also meant they had time to think of their wounds. So they threw themselves back into the fight before the pain consumed them. There it was… that kick again. This time she was ready for it dropping to the ground her own leg kicked out. The position left her back open and she took advantage of it. The other fighter went tumbling away as feet hit square in her back. She landed on her side, her head cracking against the cement floor of the fighting ring. That was a death sentence here… hitting your head. It showed as she scrambled up looking a bit dazed. Becca wouldn’t let this chance get away from her no it was too precious of a chance. She shot forwards. The fighter swung out connecting with her shoulder but she took it. Her other arm swinging out catching her by the neck and dragging her down, her body wrapping around her own to keep her still. Burying her face into the other girls’ neck she held on. She felt each punch… the blood being drawn from the fighters nails against her skin. She couldn’t let go though… This was her desperation keeping her attached to this girls’ neck. She wanted out of this nightmare… but she didn’t want to die. She wasn’t strong enough to die. So she’d send this girl in her place. Held her until she felt the girl stop scratching, fighting, and struggling. She could hear the crowd roaring in delight and some anger for losing the fight. She didn’t let go though, no not yet. She had to make sure she was dead… free of this pathetic existence. She only let go when she couldn’t feel her pulse against her hand. Releasing the dead body she stood up glancing up into the blinding lights. She felt her body quiver. For what she wasn’t sure: anger, sorrow, delight? She didn’t know but it all came out in a cry that echoed the ring drowning with the roar of the Cats. Some day this would be over. Some day she would be free. The day it was over she could continue to dream of that warm ocean day. If she closed her eyes she could still see it, her escape from this wretched world. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Jun 29 2013, 02:18 PM Post #2 |
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you can be king
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