Gladiator In Time [Gilead and Secretwriter]
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				Title: <strong>Gladiator In Time [Gilead and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 20:36:12</strong>
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				He sat on his cot, or that’s what the bastards dared to call it now. He pulled his hands again and the chains clanged as if to prove to himself he really was shackled against the wall. It didn’t make much difference, they can shackle him as much as they want but Gavin won’t lose his edge. Did they forget that he was the one who united all the tribes of the Hordes River and led them against their pesky city warriors on more than six occasions only to emerge victorious and with spoils that not only helped his people, but also showed them that he was a capable leader? Aye, maybe he proved his point too well but he didn’t care. The enemies he see and people he clobber had a stench more foul than those of the Romans and that gave him pleasure. It was one of the few bouts of entertainment he can afford himself.<br><br>One of the guards walked by again and Gavin glared at him. It was settled, his wormy morsel this evening shall comprise of the brittle spit again but then again none of them shall dare to look him in the eye when they’d offer it to him. They treated him like an animal and perhaps an untamed beast he was, but even he had enough sense to recognize cowardice when he see it flash and despite their sturdy armours or their glinting swords none of them had the courage to ever face him out in the open, thus they provided with the less fortunate, those about to fall to the feverish grandeur of dirt, and those who had a hefty price on their heads. He cared not, the rugged fire in his veins called out for blood and thus he clobbered away at all he saw.<br><br>The same guard walks in and undoes his shackles from one side of the wall, making sure his distance is kept whilst another one of them points his blade at his throat. Gavin Rory, the 6’1 intense eyed barbaric warrior might be a simpleton but he was not stupid – he’d never give them enough reason to kill him on the spot. Nay, let the fires rage and wait. <br><br>His hands bound he’s led within the rocky corridors to his way up in the arena. He steals a look around him and the usual sight awaits; an old beggar, a malnourished lad and a few men whose teeth grit at his sight. It was hard to tell whether they wanted to sink their teeth in his neck first and eat him later or the other way around. Men usually forgot whose side of the team they were on when the battle raged, Gavin Rory couldn’t careless... he’d clobber one and he’d clobber all. <br><br>The regular announcements took place, homage to the bloody underbelly of the Roman society, men who were imprisoned for life and only left these slabs of dirt on their back. There was no trace left albeit a few splotches of blood that the land witnessed only to turn her head to another side. Nobody was fair as justice itself respected might. Gavin grit his teeth only to be shushed by a male who looked misplaced in this place of vagrants and these so-called “philanthropists”. Gavin looked at him and his eyes read his demeanour, what could this old hoot want from him? <br><br>“I’ve got a claymore up your jammy if you shoot me that look one more time, you bloody trampshagger. State your business.” He snarled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator In Time [Gilead and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 22:00:15</strong>
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				Kenneth's feet walked on the ancient soil, happy chuckles of elation left his throat when he realized that his trip had been successful. He had made a few trips, to the day past and back but this… this was the largest one.&nbsp; <br><br>Careful research had been done. He'd scoured details of ancient scrolls to find a man that was strong and fierce, who had little effect on history. He researched the testaments of battles and wars and looked for someone that had died on a specific date. Luck turned in his favor when he found someone that had simply…vanished.&nbsp; Vanished without cause or reason.&nbsp; Perfect.&nbsp; The ancient scroll told the long forgotten legend of Gavin, a warrior turned slave who had disappeared into thin air, though it was unclear at exactly what time.&nbsp; Documented as being fearsome and unruly, a beast that the guards feared and often didn't trifle with, this gladiator, this man, was exactly what he'd been searching for.&nbsp; So great was his joy upon finding this needle in a proverbial haystack that he'd almost crushed the ancient Latin text in his hands.&nbsp; Last second realization of what he was doing had preserved it, kept it from being lost to time and anything but his own memory.&nbsp; How he'd wept when he found that, how carefully he'd prepared a cell, bought shackles and fastenings to keep the man subdued and as calm as possible until he could explain to the man what was going on.&nbsp; <br><br>With the scroll carefully tucked in an inner pocket, a historians account of the events of the week where some details were great and some were merely logs of what had happened in the ludus, he continued on.&nbsp; He shuffled through the crowds of people until he came upon the place where it was expected for the man to be.&nbsp; A battle in the arena. No record of the winner, just statement of a fight… There was so much left to interpretation, surely the historian had either been hitting the sauce or had been paid to document things in a certain way in order to cover someone's ass…<br><br>His wrinkled face lit up when he heard the man's name, his eyes searching the faces until he found the only one that the stranger <em>could</em> be.&nbsp; His clothes were as close to what he could arrange for the time period given the modern materials that he'd had available.&nbsp; He felt and looked out of place, his cotton far too soft, the thread count too high.&nbsp; The stench of acrid sweat and the metallic tang of blood met his nostrils as he made his way toward the man that he required. His experiment, yes, but so much more. So much more.&nbsp; This man, this beast…when tamed…He could provide the very link to stop crimes, to stop wars, at least in the scientist's mind.&nbsp; So much potential! The gladiator was ripe with it as much as he was the sweat that poured from his body in the baking, sweltering heat that filled the coliseum.&nbsp; He looked at the man carefully, his eyes lifted to meet those of the man, he was surprised at the orbs that burned so intensely.&nbsp; Good. He had so much fire!<br><br>Kenny was slightly taken aback at the fierceness of the man's voice, the danger in his words and the fact…that they were directed at him.&nbsp; Now was not a moment for weakness or to revel in the fact that he'd heard such things spoken; the words were dire and he knew that the man would likely fulfill his promise.&nbsp; "Oh hold your tongue and open your mind, friend. I mean you no harm, far from it," he replied.&nbsp; "Calm yourself and listen to what I speak. I come with a great opportunity, one that will free you from this place and your shackles.&nbsp; The choice is yours, of course, you're free to stay here and shed the blood of another man or perhaps to have your own shed."&nbsp; Ken shrugged as if it barely mattered.&nbsp; "What would have you? Have your life and spare this man's, let him live to fight another day and you… be in a place beyond your wildest dreams where you don't have to fight but can instead become a superior among men? The choice is yours but time yet wastes, make it and make it now!" He wasn't unkind, his voice told of his hurry, of the need to leave and be gone from the place before it was too late. <br><br><br><strong>June 1st, 2010, outside of Rome, Italy</strong><br><br>"Is he coming back?" Beth asked, pacing frantically in front of the cell, her jeans clinging tightly to her hips and the soft and form fitting tee shirt that she wore almost matching her eyes.&nbsp; She sighed and dragged a hand through her long, dark tresses as she wore a figurative hole in the floor with her trampling.&nbsp; "What if something happened? What if he's hurt?" she begged of her mother, who was preparing jars of salves and the like for if something had truly happened.&nbsp; Medical equipment lay outside the space and the scent of cooked meats and breads filled the basement of the old home. <br><br>"I'm sure he'll be fine, darling.&nbsp; Your father is a strong and brave man. He'll be fine."&nbsp; Unless one of those gladiators had lopped his head off… She forced a smile on her face and tried not to show that she mirrored her daughter's fears.&nbsp; Manuela walked over and wrapped her arms around her daughter, the loose and soft material of her dress pressing against them and tangling about their legs slightly.. "He'll be fine."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator In Time [Gilead and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 07:11:39</strong>
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				He tilted his head to a side and tried to listen. The strange man kept babbling about things that didn’t make sense, he was being vague; and if one thing Gavin knew about vague people was how annoying they were. In the past a club to the head technique worked wonders but this person... this particularly strange man was offering him a chance at liberty. A life beyond these bars. <em>Really?</em> His mind bickered at him. <em>Are you gonna fall for this trick again you mongrel? Haven’t you seen what sort of people reside in these ‘magnificent’ halls?</em> “Maybe yes, maybe nay... “ he said out loudly and wondered if that confused the old man in front of him. But he’s had enough; he grabbed the old cahoot’s collar and pressed him against the bars. “Lying is a bitch, ye arsehole. Should I realize you’ve tricked me, believe me... I’ll hunt ye down if that’s the last thing I do, and His Kingship Rory never makes wrong on his promises!” He glared at him for several moments before descending the steps that led him to the arena.<br><br>His foe was a sturdy opponent. Tall, tanned, bearing stripes of slavery on his back which showed that the man was someone’s lackey before he made him angry to be sent where he is today. The men circled around each other and Gavin risked a glance over his shoulder – it was evident only these two will be competing for now. Was this the first fight for today? He can’t say for sure, usually group battles took place where he excelled in followed by duels to let two men butcher each other. These are usually for men who have angered an important person, and thus such wrath is bellowed by having that person pit against someone equally dreadful. Gavin didn’t know if he had angered one such entity, but he’d gladly oblige with decapitation should anybody wish so of him.<br><br><em>Focus, you belligerent arse! Ye are not to kill!</em> The voice in his head spoke and he shook his head like a bull to clear some of the adrenaline. He has been specifically asked to let this person live, but why him in particular? He couldn’t say, and he couldn’t care less. Gavin just wanted this done with. Swinging his mace with each hand he began advancing towards his enemy who raised his sword up high in air, ready to strike. <em>A serpent’s coil</em>, Gavin laughed and easily dodged it smashing one end of his mace against the man’s back forcing him on the ground as he casually walks to the other side and takes position again. His eyes search the crowds for the old man who appears to be perched with the masses, watching very closely. “Very well, ye cahoot.” He whispered. He wouldn’t kill this beast, but wound him he will. Something about a mortal injury got his blood pumping. He rushed towards his foe again this time kicking him to send him sprawling a few feet away from him and the crowd roared. They wanted blood, the hungry bastards. He looked at the entrance again which he first used to get into the arena, it was unguarded. Gavin looked into the old man’s eyes and signalled him before he began to sprint towards the huge iron doors. <br><br>“This better be worth it, old man!” He shouted. Of course, the belligerent arse failed to realize that the old man couldn’t hear him in this commotion and was probably not even where he last saw him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 02:21:17</strong>
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				His feet stirred up the dust that clung to the stones.&nbsp; Ugh. He didn't really like dirt between his toes.&nbsp; He was taking a bath, definitely, as soon as he got home.&nbsp; It was exciting, being here, seeing what no one had seen in his life time.&nbsp; From the wooden walls, to the stone floor, the unmistakable scent of too many men in an enclosed space.&nbsp; Testosterone and bodily odors of sweat and blood filled his nostrils, carried his way by a gust of air.&nbsp; He couldn't call it wind, there wasn't much of a way for it to get to him. <br><br>A great sigh heaved from his chest and throat. "Perhaps you've misinterpreted the urgency of which my tone holds. We must leave <em>now</em>. That means that if you are coming with me, the decision is yours to make this very moment.&nbsp; We have yet to get past the guards and I haven't a moment to spare!" His words were low, urgently hissed, as his eyes pleaded wildly.&nbsp; Those same eyes widened in fright and worry as the Neanderthal grabbed his collar and he found himself against the bars. "I'm telling nothing but the truth, from my lips to your ears and may the Gods hear and bear witness!&nbsp; If you feel that I've lied once we've reached our destination, feel free to slaughter me."&nbsp; He did have modern fire power on his side.&nbsp; "I will take you to a place that you have <em>never</em> dared to dream of. A world so luxurious that you'll never want to leave!"&nbsp; A world that he was beginning to long for. Air conditioning was something that he'd obviously taken for granted and wanted back post haste!<br><br>Thankfully, for his back and his dignity, the oaf let him down.&nbsp; He was seconds away of losing his bladder out of fright for what the man might do.&nbsp; He fully intended to make good on his promise of returning to his wife and daughter.&nbsp; The tizzy that the two ninnies had worked themselves into was probably a right state if he knew them at all.&nbsp; Frantic women.&nbsp; He thought of them endearingly and his heart ached to return to them. "And Kenneth never makes wrong on his! You have my word!" <br><br>With great trepidation and shaking knees did his feet wander across the ground as his eyes roamed the two men in the arena.&nbsp; The lout had gone in, that wasn't what Kenneth had wanted. They needed to go!&nbsp; He knew that the fight happened, but he did worry about history changing before he could get the man out alive.&nbsp; People didn't just vanish and he could only hope that it was a sign of his being there and taking the man before. Time loops were funny that way. His heart thundered against his ribs as the fight ensued.&nbsp; His wagon was just beyond the gates and he could see it, see that it was left alone.&nbsp; The computer workings hidden under the seat were irreplaceable should someone <em>steal</em> it.&nbsp; The pocket transmitter would bring both he and the man back, along with the wagon, should it come to that but only within a certain range.&nbsp; The two devices worked together. Anyone seeing the wagon disappear, should they not be onboard, would attribute it to superstitious thoughts. <br><br>He saw Rory look at him, his lips moving though there was no way possible that he could hear the words.&nbsp; He hoped that it was a good sign.&nbsp; He froze, fear trickling through his veins, spreading icy trepidation through them as the crowd chanted for blood.&nbsp; Rory signaled him and took off, Kenneth did likewise and burst through the crowds, heading for the unlocked gate.&nbsp; He burst through and grabbed at the device in his pocket, not even really caring now if they made it to the wagon, there wasn't a second to lose.&nbsp; The crowd was riled and as soon as he had a firm hold on the warrior and they were through the gate, he pushed the button.&nbsp; He was likely to get his head rendered and served to his family but he didn't care.&nbsp; His glee was too great to give him pause.&nbsp; <br><br>A sucking feeling, much like being sucked through a straw, pulled at his abdomen and then his feet hit down on a familiar hardwood floor.&nbsp; Two women rushed to his side and pulled him from the cell.&nbsp; The older of the two hauled him to his feet and shut the door.&nbsp; Inside of the wooden and stone room, behind the bars were a soft bed and a basin of fresh water on a solid and thin wooden table.&nbsp; Outside, on the floor of the main part of the room, sat an old fashioned metal bathing tub. The room was cool, thanks to the modern conveniences of central heating and air conditioning.&nbsp; <br><br>Kenneth dusted himself off and hugged his wife and daughter before the younger woman slipped from his grasp and peered into the cell at the man.&nbsp; Her eyes widened and her heart beat a rapidly increasing staccato as she stared at him.&nbsp; He was…amazing. Filthy, granted, but beautiful. "A-are you hungry?" she asked quietly, ready to recoil from the bars as her blue eyes trailed over his form.&nbsp; She was… she wasn't admitting to <em>that</em> though.&nbsp; He was utterly magnificent.&nbsp; Her hand dragged through her dark chocolate locks as she regarded him kindly.&nbsp; She knew that he might be surprised at her attire, she'd not dressed the part on purpose.&nbsp; It was part of her father's plan so that the man would definitely know he wasn't where he'd been before.&nbsp; The smell of the chicken and beef wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy scent that filled the small room.&nbsp; His actual bedroom was much larger and much more comfortable. This was just a place to acclimate him to his surroundings safely.&nbsp; The iron bars spanned half of the front wall, the other half was solid to afford him a measure of privacy.&nbsp; <br><br>"I've got boiled meats and roasted vegetables for you, if you want. There's fresh water in the basin there.&nbsp; W…would you like a cup to drink from?" She wasn't sure what he was used to or if he was going to charge at the doors.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mother shoved a plate toward her, piled high with broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, and meats. With a trembling hand she held it to the horizontal slot that was at the same level with her ribcage.&nbsp; "We mean you no harm," she said softly.&nbsp; She heard her father speaking. "His name is Rory, I think..."<br><br>"Is he injured or in any pain?" her mother's voice sounded behind her, speaking to Kenneth. Her tone was clearly worried about Rory's well being. <br><br>[If this went too far ahead, let me know and I'll cut it back.&nbsp; Kenneth was very loud in his excitement! Haha]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator In Time [Gilead and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 01:29:39</strong>
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				It was a strange feeling, first he lost focus. Then everything started revolving around him. He had the sensation he was being sucked in somewhere, but his kingship Rory will be darned if he knew where he was being sucked, or even where he was headed for that matter. In all honesty he was more than just a little offended to see a mere cart waiting as he followed the old cahoot. “Claymore be darned, gosh mate... is this what we’re making our escape with?” and before he could have had a response everything started spinning out of control. Gavin couldn’t tell the last thing he remembered before spinning out of control; it was neither the crowd nor the stench of blood. He lost all focus and yet in a way felt esteemed by wisdom only he’d consider enlightment, for a minute he thought he saw the opponent he left on the ground snarling at him... were things really that demented?<br><br>He fell. He opened his eyes and stared around; so... different. Everything smelled and felt so good. He felt as if time lost all meaning as he laid there trying to determine what was going on. Three creatures dancing around him, or was it three humans? He couldn’t say. Closer inspection proved it to be the latter as his eyes finally settled on her frame. <em>Janine... </em> the voice in his head bellowed, ever nagging... ever promiscuous. He shook his head again, trying to focus on his surroundings. For a moment he felt as if he was back in his cage with the others, that this was just a hallucination, there was no way in hell he could have the love of his life standing right in front of him. But he’ll be darned if he let her go again. He had to make sure.<br><br>The barbarian tried to get on his feet, only to stumble and fall again. The room spun and he realized it was unlike any “contraption” he’s ever seen. By now he had understood he was behind bars again – for this was the only part about this whole nonsensical debacle which made sense – however he still could not make sure what happened, for all he knew the old cahoot lost his life, and it was then that he saw him.<br><br>“Ye!” He shouted, and started coughing as he fell back again. “Ye... betrayed me...” His voice choked as he breathed in the new air. It was a different atmosphere, everything felt and smelled unlike anything he’s ever seen before but there was something about the environment which struck him wrong. He almost felt as if someone was choking him. <br><br>He looked up at them, his eyes glancing from one person to another as they exchanged the dialogue between themselves. The woman was apparently married to the old guy; they were offering him... food? He shook his head like a bull again and before she’d have had the chance to pull the plate back his hands darted out and took a handful of broccoli and meats and suddenly crept to a corner in his cage, again shaking... amazed at how compact yet roomful it was. He began to gobble at the morsel he’s snatched and again, it was unlike anything he’s ever tasted. He looked at the person who offered it to him... his Janine.<br><br>He called out her name, looking into her eyes almost innocently before he heard the old man take his name. “Ye!” He shouted out. “Where the hell am I?! Explain!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator In Time [Gilead and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 03:17:27</strong>
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				Kenneth chuckled when the man started shouting.&nbsp; Manuela pushed past him, not waiting on her husband's answers about the newcomer's health. She looked him over, checking for broken bones or bleeding, her expression maternal and worried.&nbsp; "He seems to be okay but he's disoriented." <br><br>"I didn't betray you. I promised you a world unlike any that you'd ever seen before and that is exactly what I've provided.&nbsp; You won't be kept in that, it's just for safety purposes. Ours and yours.&nbsp; Leave it and run and you're likely to end up in heaps of trouble that you can't get out of.&nbsp; I can't protect you if you leave here too soon. This world is not like yours, not one bit. It's not safe to expose all of it to you at one time, but instead gradually."&nbsp; Manuela nodded, her eyes kind as she watched him stumbling, each time reaching out as if to catch him though she was on the other side of the cell wall.&nbsp; Around her neck hung a stethoscope and in her large pocket was a blood pressure cuff. The other held a tasing device, just in case he tried to hurt any of them.&nbsp; "When it's safe, you'll have much nicer accommodations and you'll be able to go anywhere in the house whenever you want." His daughter's bedroom didn't cross his mind at all. <br><br>"Are you dizzy, Rory?" she asked, not aware that her husband had gotten his first name wrong.&nbsp; Beth was just as worried as her mother when he snatched a handful of the food out of the plate and left the plate in her hand.&nbsp; She frowned. "You can have all of it," she said carefully.&nbsp; Manuela rolled her eyes and unlocked the cell.&nbsp; Kenneth hurried to lock the iron door that led from the room, using numerical code on a fancy electronic locking system to seal the exit. While they were moving, she saw the look that he gave her, Beth looked back at him kindly, a small and sweet smile on her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>Janine? Beth shook her head and looked at him curiously. "I'm Beth. My mother is Manuela and my father, who brought you here, is Kenneth."&nbsp; She smiled, thinking that he was just confused. <br><br>Opening the cell door, Manuela took the plate and entered the small room.&nbsp; "You're just outside of Rome, Italy. Thousands of years <em>after</em> your life time. After the fight. My husband brought you from your time to ours. Easy now. I'm not going to hurt you."&nbsp; Her dress brushed the floor as she squatted down, offering him the plate. "All of it is yours. You have to be hungry. Beth, get him a cup for water and a glass of milk."&nbsp; <br><br>Beth scurried to do that, returning to the cell, entering behind her mother.&nbsp; Kenneth looked nervous. His entire life was in the cell with the brute though he knew that his wife had a taser gun in her pocket for if she needed it.&nbsp; It was only set to stun, not to knock him out.&nbsp; She moved closer, putting the glass, made of plastic, of milk down on the floor beside him, kneeling in front of him while her mother moved to wet a cloth in the basin and wipe his forehead with it.&nbsp; "It's just water. I won't hurt you.&nbsp; You've got to calm down. Shhhh. It's okay."&nbsp; Manuela tried soothing him with her gentle words and her kind touch, cleaning his face of the dirt that he'd brought from the past.&nbsp; "Our world is much different and we're going to teach you everything that you need to know to live in it.&nbsp; No fighting. No wars between tribes. No fights to the death for the amusement of others." She smiled while Beth fidgeted, holding the plate of food out to him and being cautious that he didn't move suddenly and spill the milk or the small tin cup of water.&nbsp; <br><br>Kenneth watched carefully to see how the man would respond to the gentleness of the women, curious about the name that had been called out to his daughter. It was a woman's name, clearly a woman that Rory had known.&nbsp; He could check his records again but he doubted that he'd find anything that far back about a female unless she'd been killed or tried for something she'd done, most likely if she died in the gladiator ring.&nbsp; It was pointless, really.&nbsp; "Who is Janine? You called my daughter by that name."&nbsp; <br>
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