The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)
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				Title: <strong>The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 18:48:21</strong>
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				The Girl, The thief.. the contract killer .. had been running for her life for more then twenty minutes and was beginning to get tired.. she hated these jobs. Weapons contractors were always a pain in the ass to get out of and this one required her to bring no metal into the facility dressed in a think latex suit over a tight fitting nanno carbon body stocking.. not the best protection.. but hard to pierce with a knife .. and could do a great job of helping turn a gun shot into a glancing blow .... help.. the last time she was in this damn situation she spent a month laying on her stomach waiting for her ass to heal ...&nbsp; All this for a god damn watch.. she didnt even know what the damn thing did... but for seven figures to steal the damn thing... she cant help but feel that its probably a test for another job . She turns another corner.... and one more... Shit.. wrong hallway. She has no choice but to put on the watch... and fiddle... knife in hand she trys and figure out what it does.. pressing the green button on the side after a bit..... the sound is piercing causing her to go deaf with a ringing .. she hopes that temerarpy .. it could be a sonic weapon.. the guards come around the corner... and fire.... strange she sees the bullet.. its coming right at her.. she can move a bit.. shes twisting.. wire d girl.. your dead and dreaming of the matrix.. the world starts to fade to white... bullets about you.. the ringing continues... the white getting bright enough that its blinding she feels like shes falling but not for long.. the world is once again black... she feels the splater of blood agenst her face.. but dosnt feel any wounds,&nbsp; on her.. but from behind feels herself thrust forward a spear thrust into her back.. but the suit dosn't allow it to pierce.. the world starting to fade in.. no sound yet.. but two men .. make that three lay shot... a crowed in the distance ... are they chearing.. then it starts in.. a foot ball game? It sounds like Manchester United Facing the Seattle Seahawks the crowd is going wild.. and has no idea whats going.. but she dosnt need to make sense of it she simply needs to live.. escape&nbsp; Focus. Running.. with a giant stick in hand.. A large man.. a natural .. bulging man.. blood running down his already heavily scarred face right at the girl... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 12:06:07</strong>
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				My body feels like jello as im pushed and hit with a spear, then i roll away instinctively, with knife in hand, to survey my surroundings. Im no longer in the hallway, or even in the underground weapons lab, but outside, the sun streaming down on me. <br>Around me, a crowd is cheering and urging someone on, but who. Everything comes into focus as i stand up. Im in a high walled open pit.The high walls keep anyone from climbing out, and from the blood on the walls, and the sand at my feet, people have died in here, died a painfully death.<br><br>Operating instictively, i put my knife away and pick up the two halves of a broken spear at my feet. As im well trained in the use of asps, i twirl them and survey my opponents. I cant be where i think i am, a fighting pit, facing gladiators, yet there they are, in front of me, unsure about me, but they approach me, their various weapons held in experienced hands.<br><br>As the opponent to my left lunges at me, i twirl, avoiding his sword thrust, and hit his elbow with one of the sticks. Seeign an opening, i draw my knife and stab him with it in the side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 15:29:27</strong>
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				I arrive at you at about the same time but instead of hitting you I swing over you... at first you think that i simply missed,, you feel the body falling at your legs before you relise anything else. There are quite a few fighters around.. then you notice it there are people with breast plates, then there are people without.... a very deadly game of shirts vs skins... I am a skin.. and have more then one current cut to prove it.. and roar.. the stick over my head... I don't even bother trying to say anything as no one would understand to begin with, I put my back to yours and dig the heal in.. searching waiting for another target.. I don't dear give up my beating stick... it might not be the most damaging weapon in the game.. but i know damn well that it provides that extra little bit of fear not to mention its added range. I would be more concerned about thrown weapons had you not destroyed the last one moments ago using your back. I don't know were you came from.. who you are.. only that im considering you to be a Skin.. therefore one of... well shit now my only ally . some one attempts to swing a net sweeping us... I put the stick down.. ensnaring the net pulling him to the ground before i put the wood smashing his brain pan. <br><br>Once again I extend my weapon out and sream for the crowed who is in an uproar and on our side.. Most games are not this deadly.. but its the final bought of the Afternoon.. tonight there will be more gentile acting as the amphitheater will need to be lit by fire and mirror . Two start inching there ways to you stalking almost .. Gladius drawn the smell almost unbearable.. Very masculine , disgusting yet with that unavoidable attractiveness that comes with those many hormones that lingerer in the air ... the two aprouching say something in a language that's oddly familiar.. but you have no idea what it is... Italian... it sounded slightly Italian.. but the accent was odd.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 12:03:01</strong>
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				My senses are on overload, but i know that its not italian. Italian is one langauge that i know, and its not italian. It could be latin, a language that i did study for a while with my boyfriend at the time, but i havnt thought about it in years.<br><br>The one that ive stabbed is on the ground, dead from a knife thrust that should have only wounded him, making me wonder what else is in the knife that i found in the same lab that i stole the watch from. I cant be back in the past, i cant be, i tell myself, yet the heat, the scent of blood, and the roar of the crowd is real enough to me.<br><br>As the two fighters approach me, i yell at them to stay back, but they dont understand me. No one here seems to understand english, but as they come closer, i watch for an opening, then spin around and kick one right between the legs.<br><br>Before i can turn to strike at the second fighter, he swings at me with his sword. I gasp as it makes contact with my latex suit, cutting through it, but doesnt penetrate the nanno carbon body stocking. His surprise is evident as i kick high, knocking his chin up, stunning him.<br><br>I follow up with&nbsp; a strike to his right arm, then his left knee, sending him to the ground. As you defend yourself and fight your own opponents, i run to the one that i kicked between the legs, then bring my&nbsp; halfstaff down on his nose and back.<br><br>He goes down and doesnt move, leaving me to face the other one and swing the knife up close, cutting his throat and sending a spray of blood against the side wall.That brings a roar of approval from the enthusiastic crowd.<br><br>With both opponents down, i turn to face whoever else might want me dead here.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 15:40:34</strong>
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				I turn to you and nod putting a hand on your shoulder.. only two left.. two that look scared.. I start walking twords them stopping to turn looking at the crowd, the stadium full.. the emperor in attendance I look to him for pressed thumb, the crowd cheering in blood lust.. the two left now on there knees pleeding I get the thumbs down... and look streight faced as i get it.. looking as if I for one wanted to spare them , but knowing my duties, and the punishment should I fail them... and start running full steam at the larger of the two.. he runs, the other one runs in another direction.. more twords you but affraid of you as well .<br><br>When I catch up I take a swing sending his head into the sun, then down into the crowed in a large bloody mess, covering myself in more blood, , a mix of mine and others before I put the bit of wood over my sholder and start walking to a point on the other side of the one remaining shirt slowly sending him closer and closer to you the crowed in a defining up roar with one of the fans getting a macabre souvenir. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 17:01:36</strong>
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				Unwilling to kill them,in case this is a dream, i&nbsp; lunge at my own fighter, knocking him to the ground, then hitting him in the ribs, then on his unprotected head. He lays still and doesnt move. Even as the crowd and the bigwig towards the back, with the best seating arrangement, gives him the thumbs down, i make no move to finish him off.<br><br>as far as im concerned, he's down for the count, and i wont kill him. I only stand there, as if daring any of the crowd to enter to do it themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 17:17:45</strong>
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				I roll my eyes.. knowing how bad this could get for us should we disprove And walk over to you. I wrap my arm around your hip quickly and kiss your cheek wile covered in blood, seeming somehow to say thank you.. as i reach down and with my bare hands rip out his thought, drawing it outand pretend to take a bit of the flesh covering my mouth in the blood, this close it is evident that I didn't not take a bite, and you can clearly see the sadness in my eyes though my face is playing for the crowed,<br><br>In a language that isn't even close to Italian. Essentially unidentifiable I tell you something, about twelve words long starting to push you as i walk to an opening gate the sun lessening now and some of the crowd beginning to disperse . Just inside the torch lit hallway were sat down, I take a scraper and start using it on my skin gathering the blood dirt and sweat and start to put the dirt and grime into a bowl , before passing you a set.. finally asking "Que Lingua' sounds of wild animals coming from down the hall way, the watch creating some light.. showing 3649 23 50 49, the last digits counting down at a rate of one per second... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 11:22:12</strong>
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				The brutality of the killing in the pit shocks even me, as you take control and finish off my remaining opponent, who i refuse to kill. Yet, you only do as much as you can to keep the crowd going, excited and wanting. You seem to take no pleasure in killing him, then push me in front of you to the only way out of the fighting pit.<br><br>Straining my eyes to see everyting in the torchlight, i try to understand you, but i cant understand a word of what your saying.Are you happy with me, or angry, or what, i cant tell.&nbsp; The blood coating parts of my latex suit starts to stick and even smell, making me thank you as i take the scraper and&nbsp; scrape the drying blood from my side and arm.<br><br>The light from the watch draws your attention,then mine as i know now what it is, its a temporal controller, but why did it send me back to this time, wherever this time is in history exactly. Roman period definately but what year, who rules, i ask myself as i see the numbers digits counting down. Does that mean that its counting down to when i;ll be transported back to my own time, or does it mean something else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 17:24:41</strong>
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				I look at you quite a few times, and eventually give you a bit of a smile, reaching over and putting my hand on your shoulder and give a bit of a nod "Vos did bonus , tamen tunc vicis vos should audio imperator. Erant did vos adveho ex , mos vos utor meus tutela tonight , illic es plures down in pits ut would take haud proventus per having illic via vobis , potius obviam vestri mos. Quoque vos should velieris ut bauble alicubi" in latin, street latin <br><br>I keep scraping into the bowl occasionally looking at at you but eventually a few rich people show up in togas and jewels, getting my bowl of sweat i walk t o the bars and start looking about .. holding up figures, talking with them.. mostly woman.. there are a few men looking at you. soon enough I take a bag of gold and pass an older woman the bowl . looking at you i move my head twords the men who apear to be waiting to buy your filth, large iron bars seperaiting us, I go to the back wall next to a door, and wait for you . wondering if youl be willing to come with me.. wondering were you came from . wondring if you know the dangerous of the pits shouold you not come with me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 12:44:45</strong>
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				I know full well that if im to survive there, i;ll need an ally, or several. As we fought together, your the closest ally that i have.<br><br>I dont understand most of what yoru saying. About every third word is one that i think i understand, but most of it goes right over my head. from what i do understand, you approve of me, and want to take my hand,and couple with me. Or maybe i have it wrong, i tell myself as i hold onto my own bowl.<br><br>Why anyone would want to buy the contents of the bowl in my hands, i dont know, but i know gold when i see it, and walk towards the waiting people. LIke you, i trade the bowl for gold,and follow you closely.<br><br>Unsure whats down there, im sure that i can face whatever is in there, as im still armed,and well trained to fight any adversary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pits of Old Rome. (Admerwill , playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 15:41:44</strong>
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				I wrap my arm around you, moving my hand down you, but just when you think im going to grab your ass, i i instead wrap my big hand around your wrist hiding your watch lmy eyes darting around a little bit. Its still fairly dark... Your pretty sure you here lions... and not far off in the distance, wrather in a cage or not. I pull you a bit closer to me and you feel a bit wind on your thigh.&nbsp; as I rush you past. Soon were in a better lit portion of the pits. we get to a more office looking portion.. teres a Desk, and a man behind the desk. <br><br>" is unus est mei , Is est meus uxor. Is stulte venit ut eripio mihi. Is Est. MEUS substantia , venalis. Is mos pugna me ut prex mei. ". <br><br>'I volo ut est mediocris should vos intereo is fio nostri "&nbsp; the man behind the desk quickly responds. the man behind the desk gets up, and opens&nbsp; a cage door with a key . and I walk in there with you. theres a secound cage, well lit to the right as soon as we go in, I grab your gold, and mine and pass it to the man in there who wrights it down. Walking down looking from side to side, staring down a few people in the dimly lit cooridore before getting to a room with a cot in it. I quickly undress but keep you in the corner looking about. before bringing you down to the cot with me, eye closed, arm wrapped around you but making no overtly seexual manuvers. once opening my eyes ... and just as you first here a sound of a foot. in a LOW angry voice i say "MINE" 
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