Conager watched the man speak. To his surprise, he was handsome - very handsome - and, young. He felt a smile tug the corners of his lips until he began speaking. A sudden dread consumed him as his droll tone carried on, all hope in Conager gone. 'Great, hot but he's got a stick up his ass.' he thought disappointed. And a seating assignment? Really? You mean he was going to be stuck up front the whole year? His shoulders threatened to throw his hands up, but he refrained for the sake of his grade. This guy wasn't someone to mess with. He was so serious, Conager almost thought to make a scene to livin' things up, but he best not. He did, after all, need the credits for this class.<br/><br/>When he looked upon the assignment, he wasn't too thrilled. He had never been so creative - at least, not on paper. Daydreaming all day wasn't unfamiliar to him, but articulating things on paper were another matter. He then paused at the thought after reading it over. What could they have needed to raise their hands for? It was a pretty cut and dry assignment. What could be so confusing?<br/>He began scribbling on the edges, little notes and thoughts as he continued back and forth from the paper to the window. By now, he was on his elbows, hunched back with a pen in hand. He finally felt his piece was adequate to the time, and began writing fluently. It had a few mistakes, but overall, it wasn't bad - definitely imaginative. Albeit a bit cheesy, he carried on about a beautiful "maiden", locked within a villa in the late Roman reign. He life had been taken as she remained a slave above the ludus run by a powerful Roman lanister. She learned her lessons the hard way, served with several lashings before holding her tongue and serving in her proper place. Though he old life be gone and stripped from memory, she found a new life within these walls, for she had caught the eye of their lead Gladiator. Though he had not been crowned champion of the city, he reined over the rest in this house. As their eyes met one day on the balcony, he could think of nothing since, unless within the arena.<br/><br/>Conager's words flowed like water. It was as thought he had written it before. But alas, he did not think he would finish. Only seconds until the bell rang, and everyone else was sitting quietly, sneaking to their phones or passing notes to remain silent. Conager wrote as fast as he could, not realizing he had already excited two front and back pages by and extra one and a half.