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Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Thanks...it really was actually a lot of fun to write.

The Shift (Recruiting)

Alex arrived at the practice filed just in time to see the band was lining up into formation. Alex walked over to the bleachers and took one shot. He walked to the other side and took another shot. Alex checked the shots and nodded saying, "Not bad at all."

He saw the band director Mr. Hollins standing on the track. Alex approached him as Mr. Hollins shouted to the drum major Angela Maracotti, "All-right get 'em in position for the flying v followed into a pinwheel right two." Alex said, "Hey Mr. H."

Hollins turned to Alex and said, "Ahh hi Alex. How are things going?"

Alex replied, "Considering it's the first day of school and I haven't gotten into trouble with my camera yet not bad."

Hollins chuckled and said, "Well the day is young."

Alex replied, "True. Hey is it okay if I go on the field for about 10 minutes and got some action shots in the formation."

Hollins said, "Sure just stay out of the way as always. These kids are still a little iffy on the routine for our home opener on Friday."

Alex replied, "You got it Mr. H."

With that Alex was on the field and taking as many shots from as many angles as he could get. Then he got the one shot he wanted a shot of Angela just by herself. This was the shot that Alex would do anything for. Alex had a Godzilla sized crush on Angela but there was only one issue Angela was dating Mike Pierson. Mike was the starting left tackle for the Varsity Team and as it stood now on his way to the University of Wisconsin on a full ride. Alex knew Mike through Alex's older brother Bill and they got along, but Alex always thought Angela could do better with someone else...like him.

Alex started to head back to the building and waved to Mr. H as he walked away. Mr. H waved back with a smile.

As Alex approached the building he saw no one else was around and took a long look at the picture of Angela. He smiled and said, "Bye Gorgeous." Alex deleted the picture and then headed to the Yearbook staff room where he would upload the pictures for him and Mrs. Becker to review.

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Heimdal looked upon Miserow as though he were nothing more than annoying fly. Miserow looked at Heimdal as though he wasn't even there. Miserow had been through this all before. The blowhard who talked a good game but rarely could deliver when called upon, or once again more psychological warfare. Miserow had little or no use for such tactics as he found them to be little or no use when trying to survive against someone who's sole purpose was to end your life by the quickest means necessary.

Finally Heimdal turned to the side held his left arm parallel with Miserow and bowed his head and closed his eyes. This made Miserow stop for a moment and Heimdal said, "Attack me."

Miserow wasn't sure if he heard him as he asked, "What?"

Heimdal replied, "I said attack me. Boy."

Miserow wasn't one to cave into such tactics as taunting, but he was really getting tired of being called boy. Heimdal said once more, "Attack me boy or do you fear an advisory that is unprepared. Is that it boy? You are afraid of the unknown. That's it isn't it..."

Before Heimdal could finish his statement Miserow charged, but Heimdal spun around. Not only did he trip Miserow he hit him with the flat part of the Thraex and then knocked him upside the head with his shield. Miserow fell face first against a rock and busted his nose wide open. He grunted in pain and Heimdal stepped away and said with a chuckle in his voice, "Really boy? You sought to just charge in like a drunken bull full of strength and frustration with no thought to discipline or questioning what was in front of you. This isn't the streets or a prison barge boy! Here you must think. I gave you a bait and you swallowed it! Young fool!"

Miserow got back to his feet and wiped away the blood. Miserow shook his head twice and Heimdal replied, "Ahhh back on your feet to be humbled again boy? So be it." Heimdal laid on his back and closed his eyes and said, "Attack again boy!"

Miserow charged at Heimdal's head and in one smooth motion Heimdal threw his legs over his head and caught Miserow flush in the chest. As Miserow stumbled back Heimdal sprung to his feet and clubbed Miserow with the flat part of the blade and in the gut with the shield. Heimdal shook his head said, "Really how did you ever survive on the streets and that barge all those years? Did the others take pity on you boy?"

MIserow grunted and Heimdal said, "Ahh yes preparing for yet another charge drunken bull, or should I say pregnant cow?" Miserow began to charge and as he did Heimdal rolled away, but this time Miserow rolled with him and hit him in the head with his Thraex and in the chest with his shield. Miserow stood there but Heimdal spun back around and hit Miserow in the nose causing more blood to spray out then landed a shot in the chest again and two more shots on his nose.

Miserow stumbled back and Heimdal said, "You thought those blows would be the end of it? Again boy this is not a street fight or a prison barge. You must learn where to hit your adversary at the proper angle and how to press the attack. You have no skill or discipline. You think everything is a one punch and over street fight. This is the arena boy! Learn to use your weapons, learn to think, be disciplined in your movements, and..." Miserow charged again and Heimdal side stepped and hit him in the head. "never show your attack methods."

Miserow would charge again and again and Heimdal would side step or block and blast Miserow in his nose. The blood loss, the shots to the head, the heat, and being kicked in punched in many other areas began to take their toll on Miserow. He was now punch-drunk and barely able to stand. Heimdal said, "You've had enough of a lesson this day boy. Back in your position."

Heimdal started to walk away and Miserow said in a ragged voice, "Is that all you got? Is that the best you can do? I am still here! I am still standing. You hit like a child." Miserow charged at Heimdal who caught him with right cross causing a tooth to fly out and sent Miserow spiraling to the ground

Heimdal motioned for two servants to carry Miserow back. They started to carry him but Miserow stood and said, "I will walk." It was more of a controlled stumble but he got back to his place. He stood very wobbly and said, "This is not over."

Heimdal just looked at him for a moment and then walked over to Canis and said, "He fights with no focus or discipline. He thinks in terms of here and now and not ahead. However he does adapt upon occasion and he does have great power. Not to speak of his will. This one doesn't know when to quit he believes in the fight to the death." He nodded and said, "Canis I can work with him. He has a flame of potential that I can see."

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Yes indeed Katelyn...yes indeed.

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Katelyn --- I felt well enough to work out this evening. Been almost a week.

Thank you Deamonbane I'll get to work tomorrow sometime....gotta concept in mind.

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Not bad at all Katelyn...how about you? Sorry for the short replies...on my phone.

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Hey there Katelyn.

The Fighting Fathers: An Alternate History RPG

Hate to say it...because I liked Grant...but R-I-P to this one.

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Not meaning to be too dense...at this point...do we control the NPC we're paired up against...if so I'll get started on Miserow being humbled.

The Friends of Miami

Nick was enjoying his time with the pool table. There was no style or flow to his game Nick's objective was to sink the ball by any means necessary within the rules. It wasn't pretty and Holden referred to him as the luckiest slop player whoever lived, but it served Nick well in all the years he had played. Nick had been playing since he was 5 years old on his grandparents pool table and at times that pool table was his salvation. He couldn't begin to count the number of nights he'd go over to his grandparents house and shoot on that table for hours after a fight with his mom or his sisters.

Nick looked over at the couch as Jason sat down after his blow-up on the phone, and Nick knew Jason long enough and well enough to know there was only one thing that could get Jason to lose it like that; his family. Over the years Nick had pieced together some of Jason's family history and it wasn't pretty. Nick didn't pry mainly because he was afraid that would mean Nick would have to share about his family too, and that was a pretty painful subject in a lot of ways. Holden also had some issues with his family as well, but again Nick wouldn't pry out of respect for Holden and that Nick wasn't wild about sharing his history or pain. Many times he wanted to tell them both at least they still had their family together. Nick and his mom had their share of issues, and at one point it looked like he was going to be moving in with his grandparents until his older sisters played peacemakers, and they had worked through them but there would always be scars there for all to see.

Nick shook his head for a second realizing that his issues didn't matter at the moment, but a friend of his was hurtin' pretty good. Nick put up his pool-cue and grabbed a beer from the mini-bar and made his way over to Holden and Jason.

Nick sat on the other side of Jason and asked, "Wow, how many times did we do this in college? Grab a seat on the couch, have a couple of drinks just prior to going out on a Friday night?" Nick shook his head and said to Jason, "And who was the one who always said 'no matter what else has happened during the week when it's Friday Night put it on the back burner and cut it loose.' A very wise man got Holden and I through many a bad time with that philosophy. It still works to this day you know."

Nick looked directly at Jason and said, "We got your back my friend." He raised his beer bottle and said to both Holden and Jason, "We take care of our own."