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thearena2014-08-26 12:57 pm
calledmenasir) wrote in thearena2014-08-26 12:57 pm
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The Fighter Still Remains
Who| Nasir and open
What| Nasir changes into something more comfortable in his world's store, then he starts hissing at his autobiography
Where| The Ancient Rome Store, the bookstore
When| Early in week 1
Warnings| Language, references to past torture, nudity. Nasir is in a delicate state of mind after being detained and tortured. His past slavery might come up in bookstore threads.
Notes| This is probably the only chance you'll get where he won't attack unless provoked.
At the Ancient Rome store wherein one honorary gladiator strips
Nasir did not bother finding shoes. He could walk around barefoot just fine and the store was a little too open for him to risk it now. Too many aisles. Instead he wandered around the mall, trying to find other weapons he could exchange his knives for. They were better than the blades attached to the skates he had dumped but still not to his satisfaction. A proper dagger would be better.
His exploration finally took him to the third floor, where he spotted very familiar looking clothes. They weren't entirely Roman. There was the Capitol flair to them, but it was enough to catch his interest. Inside, he felt a spark of excitement when he caught sight of a spear, but he quickly determined it was made of foam and useless, as were the other weapons gathered here. Lips curling in disgust at having been taunted, he turned and looked at the false armor. A pauldron similar to the one he had worn, only made of fabric with stuffing in it. The pteruges was made of actual leather and, better yet, there was a necklace with a phallus hanging off it, bearing similarity to the one he always wore. He could use all the protection he could get.
That was signal enough that it was time to shed his ridiculous outfit and dress himself in the what he was most accustomed to. It might not have been fit for war, but it made him feel more at ease. It reminded him of the strength he used to have. He didn't care if the bruises from his beatings and torture showed clearer than ever now. Let the Capitol know what they had done to him.
Nasir grit his teeth at the thought. He was exposing his weak spots but he didn't care. The bruises would fade and he would prove his worth.
No matter how deadened he felt.
At the bookstore wherein one former slave hisses
Now with a new look that showed exactly how many bruises he still had, Nasir learned there was little else to glean from the mall. He went down to the second floor again. He was about to pass the bookstore when something caught his eye, something he'd missed before. His own face staring back at him from the cover of a book.
Curious, and fearing what new torment the Capitol had devised, he went inside, picked up one of the books, and read. Shortly into that he wanted to throw his autobiography, torn between not knowing if it was the truth or more lies.
"My mother was not a whore." He hissed.
What| Nasir changes into something more comfortable in his world's store, then he starts hissing at his autobiography
Where| The Ancient Rome Store, the bookstore
When| Early in week 1
Warnings| Language, references to past torture, nudity. Nasir is in a delicate state of mind after being detained and tortured. His past slavery might come up in bookstore threads.
Notes| This is probably the only chance you'll get where he won't attack unless provoked.
At the Ancient Rome store wherein one honorary gladiator strips
Nasir did not bother finding shoes. He could walk around barefoot just fine and the store was a little too open for him to risk it now. Too many aisles. Instead he wandered around the mall, trying to find other weapons he could exchange his knives for. They were better than the blades attached to the skates he had dumped but still not to his satisfaction. A proper dagger would be better.
His exploration finally took him to the third floor, where he spotted very familiar looking clothes. They weren't entirely Roman. There was the Capitol flair to them, but it was enough to catch his interest. Inside, he felt a spark of excitement when he caught sight of a spear, but he quickly determined it was made of foam and useless, as were the other weapons gathered here. Lips curling in disgust at having been taunted, he turned and looked at the false armor. A pauldron similar to the one he had worn, only made of fabric with stuffing in it. The pteruges was made of actual leather and, better yet, there was a necklace with a phallus hanging off it, bearing similarity to the one he always wore. He could use all the protection he could get.
That was signal enough that it was time to shed his ridiculous outfit and dress himself in the what he was most accustomed to. It might not have been fit for war, but it made him feel more at ease. It reminded him of the strength he used to have. He didn't care if the bruises from his beatings and torture showed clearer than ever now. Let the Capitol know what they had done to him.
Nasir grit his teeth at the thought. He was exposing his weak spots but he didn't care. The bruises would fade and he would prove his worth.
No matter how deadened he felt.
At the bookstore wherein one former slave hisses
Now with a new look that showed exactly how many bruises he still had, Nasir learned there was little else to glean from the mall. He went down to the second floor again. He was about to pass the bookstore when something caught his eye, something he'd missed before. His own face staring back at him from the cover of a book.
Curious, and fearing what new torment the Capitol had devised, he went inside, picked up one of the books, and read. Shortly into that he wanted to throw his autobiography, torn between not knowing if it was the truth or more lies.
"My mother was not a whore." He hissed.