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Lucy Pensive-Claimed by Marthie
Susan Pensive-Claimed by Hayley
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(view spoiler)[ One of my more detailed RPs
"Wake up." The jailer called out to the multiple gladiators in his rusty old voice. But Atticus was already awake, hiding away in the corner of his excuse for a room. He was a rather large man, so squeezing into such a small area was a difficult task to accomplish, but nonetheless he made it work as he drew his knees to his chest. Sleep was not the answer for him- it never had been, at least not for the past seven years. All it offered him was nightmares dosed in blood. Memories he wished to forget. His six year olds frozen body forever trapped as an image in his mind, her mother not too far away from where the young ones bodies laid on the floors. Irritably he closed his eyes as he stood; his chains dragging along the floor behind him. Once he was on his feet the door to his cell was opened. This was routine.

First he had breakfast with the other hundreds of men here, then they'd go to train out in the courtyard area, and soon later they'd establish an order for tonights Performance. Their lives were nothing but a joke, and a show, for the public. Tonight was especially important being that the Emperor would grace them with his presence. Slumping down into a chair a metal tray was placed in front of him seconds later with what was supposed to be food, but looked to be the remains of some lowly animal. Atticus wouldn't even dare to be surprised if it was the body of a long gone warrior from the show just a few days ago. Alas, he was not above cannibalism, and the thought didn't bother him. The days here had certainly changed him from the honorable man he'd once been. His fingers clenched around the horribly crafted metal fork in his hand as he thought of the man that had forced him into this life. He was a slave to the stadium, but he had a plan, this would be his last fight, and then he'd be a free man.

They were only given a few moments to finish up their morning meal before they were back on their feet, and filed outside. Soon enough their shackles were removed, and whilst others rubbed at their wrist he managed to stand tall and proud- refusing to be broken. Despite the circumstances a smile played at his lips, and it stayed there, even as he was whipped for being happy. No doubt this was his own personal hell, but he'd press through. Tonight things would change. For the first time in years he'd see the man who'd taken his life away, and he'd make him pay. His blood wouldn't be enough though. Once he was out of the stadium he'd have to find a way back in. Back into the palace.

Atticus paced around the arena at a leisurely slow walk. The master of the stadium didn't seem to be bothered about the wandering gladiator though- after all what was he- an unarmed man- against fifty of the guards best. But over the past few weeks he'd been working on something far more important, and it was his plan to map out every single spec of dust in this five hundred foot circle. Shifting his shoulders he forced himself to become in a relaxed state as he counted his footsteps in time with the clashing of weapons against armory. The men that forced them in here weren't complete savages as weapons were provided for them, but the bets that were placed on the fighters was immoral, and made them lesser beings to the ones in here who were here for their families, and their wrongdoings.

One split second he was walking with his hands stabilized behind his back, and in the next he was ducking for cover before rolling back to his feet. A soft laugh escaped his mouth, but it held no humor as he looked to the ax that had fallen to the ground after a failed attempt of getting Atticus' attention. He wasn't ignorant, and this may have very well been an attempt at his life, but that wouldn't be too surprising. He was the largest man here, one of the best with a sword, and he was light on his feet which made him a nice challenge for all competitors. Losing fights was uncommon, but even when he did he'd never been sent to the other side. The entertainers feared losing him as he was the publics favorite. Nonetheless a grin slipped onto his lips as his eyes roamed the small space before looking toward the man that had thrown the metal death trap. When someone flashed a smile his way he threw it in their direction, it barely missed the guys head by a small margin. Stepping forwards he muttered a few profanities under his breath before approaching him. "Good try Hem, but you're going to have to do a little better then than that to get me out of the ring." Atticus told him with a slap to the back.

From there the training became a senseless moment of nothing as he fought against many of the other warriors with little to no effort. Tonight's fight would be easily won, and once he found out who he'd be going against it only put the odds more so in his favor. Returning to his cell he carefully planned out everything once more. They'd save him for last, this meant he had a chance to fade away into the crowd, grab a horse and escape before anyone could so much as bat an eyelash. Of course what he'd do next was still left to question, but he knew for certain he'd make a life for himself far from Rome and it's corrupted leader. And though he wanted to get away he still had to take him out as well. It would certainly be news to him later that the emperor was not making an appearance at the stadium tonight.
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Sully walked confidently down the trail that led to the Delta cabins avoiding eye contact with most to all of the people he passed. It was early morning though and campers were still arriving so it wasn't so difficult to go by unnoticed, especially when the only one who bothered to remember his name was the camp counselor. Perhaps that was his own fault in more ways then one. His accent made it difficult for others to understand, and though he sounded more American each day he was still suffering from the teasing he'd gotten in his first year in the states. Casually he shifted his duffel across his shoulders so that it felt more comfortable. The design on the side practically screamed tourist with the Mount Rushmore statue on it. Needless to say his parents had gone a little overboard on their road trip to see all the wonders of the United States. Not that he minded at all, the souvenirs were great, but perhaps the bobble heads of mini Jefferson, Washington, Roosevelt and Lincoln were a bit over the top. So distracted by his thoughts he almost went right by and missed the cabin in which he was to stay in for the next few months. Turning back on his heels he laughed humorously under his breath before pushing open the door. If he was to use his eyes rather then his instincts he would've realized sooner that the cabin was strictly girls, but he came to that conclusion based on the one standing in the middle of the cabin with a shirt over her head. Not wanting to be seen he reached for the handle of the door, but it was too late as it slammed closed with a loud echo to follow. (hide spoiler)]