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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 22, 2013 at 8:44 pm

((No show?))

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Oct. 22, 2013 at 8:47 pm

((You've got to be kidding me. The heck??? Retypng time galor))

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Oct. 22, 2013 at 8:50 pm

((Welll they really don't have a nice sensor.  (Watch out for words like b.al.l.s and c,ra,c,k,er get sensored....so yeah...)))

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Oct. 23, 2013 at 9:15 pm

((I'm busy with school and work for today and probably tomarrow. So I might not be able to post until Friday, possibly tomarrow if I can find time. Sorry!!!))

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Oct. 24, 2013 at 9:32 am

((That's OK, I understand, I couldn't get on much yesterday anyway.))

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Oct. 25, 2013 at 7:32 pm

((And I've found the culprit, "ba.l.ls of her feet" _-_ *sigh* and I just saw your post about having minor characters compete. We can write those up, or we can just asume others are trying out in the same sequences as Tholme and Miriam and hen just put them in at the finals. I'm fine with either options. ))
 
Tholme approached the 4 larger men, analyzing them as one stepped forward. She began to circle him slowly, judging whether or not her would make the first move. From her assumption, all four of the men were chosen for their size and their strength. She knew she could use this to her advantage, as she was smaller and faster than them.
 
She began to pick up her speed slightly, before darting forward and sending her foot flying high, her heal connecting with the side of the mans face. Before he could react and grab her she dropped to the ground, one leg shooting out to buckle his knee before she rolled though his legs and to her feet behind him.
 
He was quicker than she anticipated though, and as she bolted to her feet his hand came into view, closed into a fist. As fast as she could she ducked, the fist only clipping her shoulder. She used her lower hieght and momentom to drive her other shoulder into his stomach and then driving her knee into the back of one of his.
 
She darted back slightly as he went down, her eyes darting to the other three guys. Two of them had stepped forward slightly and Tholme quickly finished her first target off, ramming her heal down an taking him out for the count. 
 
She darted back to her starting position and crouched down low, almost dancing from side to side on the ba.l.ls of her feet. She rolled the shoulder that had been hit slightly, willing the smarting throb away, knowing she'd have a lovely bruise there shortly. 
 
Unlike last time one of the men came at her first, sending one of his clenched fists towards her stomach. She went with the blw moving backwards, before clamping down on his hand with both of hers and twisting it backwards over her shoulder. She then kicked backwards, aiming where she knew his knee would be. While her opponents fighting style seemed to be foccused more on boxing and brute strength, Tholme prefered a more tactile approach. She would use the others fighting skill against them, choosing the most efficient way to bring them down quickly, and cleanly. Most often she would aim for the head or the kneese, avoiding needless hitting that would only tire her out.
 
Grunting, Tholme shoved her opponent backwards with all her might, her feet leaving the ground as she summersaulted over them, keeping her grip on his arm. Her momentum, and his weight sent him tumbling to the ground, and luckly sent her directly into the path of her last two oponents. 
 
She ducked beneath their arms as one swung for her, coming up behind the other and jumping up onto his soulders. She grabbed the side of his head, twisting, and sliding herself off his shoulder in the same direction. Her followed her easily, resistance would result in the snapping of his neck. She jumped back at the last moment, sending him flyin into her oponent, but not knocking him down. Her legs bunched and she prepared to reenter the battle when a shout stopped  her. 
 
She froze and stood, almost in a daze. Aross the field she saw their training gaurd, his hands cupped up around his mouth. She left her four opponents and crossed to them quickly, only now noticing that she was sore and breathing hard, her blood pumping quickly through her veins giving her the red glow of exertion. She knew in the morning she would have salt an dpepper bruises covering her body and she smiled rollng her shoulders.
 
As much as she hated the king and what she would need to do in order to complete her task, she was comletly aware of the thrill she got in fighting. It was one of the reasons she kept completing these tasks, doin the things no one else wanted to do. As much as she hated it, she loved it to.
 
When she got to the table she dropped to the ground, her legs foldin  easily. "Go show them what your made of" she said, giving Miriam a small push in the direction of the field and her opponents.

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IonDeaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 25, 2013 at 7:32 pm

((I'm so sorry! I did NOT relize how much i'd written...))

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 25, 2013 at 8:10 pm

((That's fine....now I'll feel lame for making a tiny post though..

I hate it when they sensor you for 'b.a.l.l.s of the feet.))
 
 
Miriam stepped into the ring, two fresh men were waiting for her.  She reached up and tightened her mask so it would stay on during the fight.  Then she bounced on the b.a.l.l.s of her feet rolling her shoulders and waiting for the attack.  
The attack came, this man was slightly smarter than the other two, or it seem so.  INstead of using brute strength to punch her he dove, grabbing at her knees to try and trip her.  Miriam leaped into the air and grabbed the beam of the ceiling with her finger tips.  She swung herself up onto the beam and squatted tehre, watching her opponent's attmepts to get at her, waiting for an oppurtunity to strike.
The man turned to the king, looking at him like he wanted the king to call cheat on the small girl on the beam, turning away was his mistake.  Mirim leapt off teh beam and onto him, putting her full weight into a kick to the back of his head and dropping to the ground rolled and jumped to her feet turning to the very dazed adn stratled opponent.  Miriam was a very small girl and easily bounced out of the way of the man's now slow attacks.  She aimed a fast kick to the man's g.r.o.i.n, a low but effective blow, the man sank to his knees and Miriam finished him off with an elblow strike to the coratid(sp?) artery.
The next man came forward, she was more wary and faked a low dive, making Miriam jump, but he grabbed her and shoved her to the ground, he was on top of her pounding her chest and face for a few moments before Miriam grabbed his fist and jabbed upwards, hitting his jaw, a sickening crack resounded through the room.  The mann grabbed his jaw giving Miriam an oppurtunity to get out form under him.  She wrapped her arm around his neck and held him in a choke hold.  The man stood up and tried to get her off of him, slamming his back into walls and clawing at her arms to try and get off.
Blood dripped down Miriam's face, stinging her eyes, but she held on unil the man sank to his knees, still clutching her arm.  Then he fell, unconcious.
Miriam pulled her arm from under the man and stood up, she wipped her face with her tunic, adn facing away from the king check to make sure her mask was still on, it was, though she felt blood pooling and pressing against her skin under it, she probably got a cut or something.
Miriam turned and bowed to the king before rejoining Tholme on the sidelines.  SOmebody tossed her a towel to clean her face and arms better.  She wiped her face and arms off while watching the other contestents take turns taking on two fresh people.  
Miriam wondered where they got the people from, who would volunteer for this job?  A guard maybe?  Or course who would volunteer to assassinate the innocent too?  Miriam shoved those thought aside and just watched, her hands resting on her knees as she caught her breath.
 
((I think we'll just name them in the end, we don't need to write up anything for extra contestants.))

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 25, 2013 at 8:21 pm

((PS:  For the stealth stage do you want ther eto be a survival section?  You know a third part for how well they can survive various things? (Torture, the wilds, days without sleep, food, water, etc, etc...)  Adn part of that stage might have escape and evasion too(After all can't have the king's assassain captured adn unbal eto survive and escape)
Or we coudl just skop the whole survival stuff and say that assassains are told to kill themselves if captured(like spies)
The king wouldn't want people knowing who his assassain is, who he's planning on getting killed, or any prsonal details an assassain might know, that's why I"m asking.))

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IonDeaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 25, 2013 at 8:55 pm

((I'd say we should do trials on it. I feel like it might add something to the story perhapse? Having to endure that in order to get the job.))
 
When Miriam took her seat beside Tholme, her head resting on her knees, Graylith anounced there would be a brief break before the second part of the trials resumed at dusk. Tholme stood and offered her hand down to Miriam, nudging her lightly on the shoulder. "We have a few hours yet before the next trial, and I need to do something in the city. Your free to come with me or not." 

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Oct. 25, 2013 at 10:53 pm

Miriam stood up,
"Just let me fin da place to get cleaned up.  You can't get into anywhere respectable or get any respect with me looking like this."  She stated quietly.  
There were wash rooms in the training grounds, Miriam headed that way, going slower so all the other contestants would be gone and cleaned up before she got there. 
Miriam felt her lips and nose for blood, there was was some, it didn't feel like a dangerous amount of injury, just a little bit of a busted nose and a split lip, no damage to her tounge, which was good.  It took a long time for a tounge to stop bleding.
Miriam ducked into the wash room, she found a stand in the corner and carefully romoved her mask, the room was empty but she still caustios.  As she'd thought, her mask had crackked slightly and gashed her in the cheek bone, she carefully starte dto clean her face, then she cleane dher mask and put it back on, the crack didn't show anything under neath.
Miriam stepped out of the washroom,
"Ready to go." she said. 

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Oct. 25, 2013 at 10:54 pm

((That's cool with me.))

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Oct. 26, 2013 at 10:21 am

Tholme stood, stretching out her muscles and looked up at the balcony the king had before been sitting on watching them. As much as she had loved the fight, now that it was over she couldn't help but feel guilty that she was showing off for the king, even if that wasn't her first intention. She shook her head, willing those toughts away and wlked towards the door Miriam had dissapeared into. When she walked out Tholme began walking in the direction she believed they had come from.
 
"There's someone I need to see in the city" She murmered, turning a corner, concious of the fact the kings men could possibly be listening on their conversatons. "I worked with them the last time I was here, and they could be of great help to us." They came  to an end of the hallway where it split off in 4 differnt directions and she sighed. "And do you heppen to kno how to get out of here?"

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Oct. 26, 2013 at 11:03 am

Miriam wondered if she should choose the right way,a fter all knowing too much about the castle could get Tholme suspicious.  Then again she really didn't want to be wandering the castle grounds trying to get out. There was more of a chance of running into someone she recognized.
Her eyes scanned teh hall naming where each one went in her mind, tunring she walked down the on on the far left, her feet falling against teh hard stone moving from memory.  She kept her head ducked as she walked, they came to a split in the halls adn again Miriam went far left, then they came to a door adn emerged in the back alley behind the court yard,
"Let's go." she said, walking down the twisting alley.

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Oct. 26, 2013 at 12:51 pm

Tholme followed Miriam through the twisting hallways, happy when she could see the door leading out infront of them. They exited the castle and began to walk down the road towards the city. The people Tholme needed to see wouldn't be hard to find, though they may be surprising company for Miriam. "We're going to the rag-market" She said, looking in her direction. 
 
The rag-market was one of the worst parts of the city. Many people in that area lived in makeshift shelters along the road, like hoovervilles, or in smal run down houses with many famlies. It was also dangerous, many people from the city didn't venture there unless they were desperate for the cheap prices. Tholme on the other hand, had spent almost a year running in one of the most prominent groups in rag-market. And she had made quite a few friends who owed her favores, and were very good at gleaning information.

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Oct. 26, 2013 at 4:38 pm

Miriam had lived in rag-towns since she'd run away fom the castle.  She allowed Tholme to take the lead though.  She knew where they were going and who they were going to talk to.  
Miriam kept her eyes on the people around her, they were mostly desperate people looking for food.  They weren't even lookingf or money, just food and some way to survive from day to day.  Little kids ran around barefoot, they were boney but still some acted like kids, playing around, other watched Tholme adn Miriam with big eyes, watching to see if they had anything.

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Oct. 27, 2013 at 10:14 pm

The farther they got into the rag-market the darker and buisier it seemed to become. As they walked it became like walking upstream against a strong current. At the end of the street they were curently on sat a old and dirty red door. A swinging sign above it read "The Cauldron." Tholme still found the name of the tavern amusing, as the name was making fun of the unmixed group of people who went there. 
 
They ducked into the building and Tholme scanned the crowd, already large even though the day was hardley half over. She made her way across the room to the bar where she took a seat, her arms folded on the counter in front of her. "I'd like to see Rigns, tell him it's Blade" She said, instead of making an order when the man behind the bar came over to talk to her. She then turned and crossed her legs, looking out in the crowd and wondering how long it would take for her friend to show. 

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Oct. 27, 2013 at 10:26 pm

Miri walked into the cauldron.  She gave a nod to her friend at the bar but chose to take a seat at the sooty fireplace hearth instead of going over to her.  The fire wasn't burning right now it was too warm out, but there was a supply of wood for when needed.  The fire place was filthy with dust and soot from not being cleaned.  Miriam sat criss cross on the left side of the hearth.
Miriam watched Tholme, she didn't want to interrupt her buisness so thatw as why she didn't go over.  Miriam rested her forarms on her knees, she hadn't realized how tired the trail and the running had been until just now.  She felt exhuasted but was forcing that out of her mind, she ahd to be strong there were still more tests ahead of her and if she failed any than she'd fail Tholme by forcing her friend to go on alone.

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Oct. 29, 2013 at 8:49 pm

After a few minuets of waiting by the bar the bartender tapped her on the shoulder and motioned with his head for her to head thorugh the door behind the bar. Tholme caught Miriam's eye from where she was sitting by the fire, silently giving her permision to come or star. Without any form of acceptance, Tholme unfolded her legs and stood, walking around the bar and dissapearing through the door. 
 
It led to a dim hallway, lit by only a few torches along it's length. The walls were stone and seeped any of the warmth that could have gotten in, leaving it feeling cold and dank. Tholme paid no mind to this, only continued her walk. She'd been here before, and she knew exactly where she was going. In a way Rings used this as another way to trap anyone who wasn't really on his side. Many of the hallways leading off from the passage would drop away suddenly into an unlit and endless chasm, so unless you knew where and when to turn, you could fall to your death. 
 
Eventualy Tholme came to an open doorway shadowed by a piece of cloth that bearly hid the light from within. She pushed away the curtain and stepped into the room, her eyes instantly landing on the man sitting on a red sette. Unlike the people Tholme and Miriam had passed throughout the rag-market, Rings was dressed as one in the upper class. His most noticible features however, are what gave him his name. Glittering gold, dotted with colors of light,  covered his hands maching the shine he had also in his ears. 
 
Rings was more or less the sole leader of the rag-market and the underground of the upper and middle class. It was impossible to guess exactly how many people he had working for him, loosely of course. The reason he was able to maintain so much control was because he hardly did any dirty work himself now that he had risen to the top, not that he was incapable.
 
It was lucky for her that Tholme had unitentionaly ended up saving his life the last time she'd been undercover in the city. She'd been working as a maid in a well to do neighborhood for a family that was known for being close with the new crown. That mission did not yeald any positive results for the trouble it caused, but it had allowed her to not only gain a wide amount of connections within the city, but to also find Miriam.
 
"Hello Rings" She said, rolling her eyes slightly at the haugty pose he was siting in "I'v a' favor to ask you"

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Oct. 29, 2013 at 9:09 pm

Miriam quietly got up and followed close behind Tholme, she made her way through the passages by following Thome's exact step.  When the got to where Rings was Miriam stood in the shadows, arms crossed, watching, judging, observing.  Her eyes moved around the room to search for any threats while also analyzing escape routes.  Her ears were perked for the slightest sound, strainging to here Rings answer.
Miriam had never like Rings type, she understood how they could be good but in the town she'd hidden in right after escaping the palace the Rag-Town Lord had been very corrupt.  He'd used rebel and the kings money for his own good, he'd run dr.ug cartels, given faulty information, swaying to whoever gave him more money, he'd also been into pretty young girls and glitxy jewelry.  No he ha dno been a good rag-town lord, of course not many were.
Miriam never let her eyes rest on one plac etoo long, she kept her eyes moving, recalculating escape routes and watching for any suspicious movement as her friend waited for Rings to answer.  Miriam was growing impatient, they'd been her etoo long for her liking they needed to get moving back to the trials soon if they wanted to impress the king and get there early and ready.

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