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thearena2014-12-22 06:48 pm
revocation) wrote in thearena2014-12-22 06:48 pm
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here there be...
Who| Cullen and YOU???
What| Cullen arrives, disoriented and completely out of his element, in the arena. No doubt, he'll find trouble quickly.
Where| Anywhere around the spaceport, probably. We can make it work.
When| Week 2?
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh nothing yet, probably violence?
This is nothing like anything Cullen knows. From the ridiculous clothing - even a man as accustomed to wearing armor as he is would have difficulty moving in the large, bulky - thing he was in. To the strange architecture all of metal, and the space - the stars, a sky so unfamiliar to Cullen as to be alien.
With no weapon at his side, he feels naked, vulnerable. His mind immediately suggests demons, because there is simply nothing else in his experience. He doesn't believe what he was told on first arrival - it is far, far too easy for demons to trick the mind, as he knows all too well.
He moves carefully, his senses alert - even if he hadn't been told that this was some sort of barbaric blood sport, the environment alone would put him on edge.
"Maker preserve me," he mutters, and it's less a curse and more an actual prayer.
What| Cullen arrives, disoriented and completely out of his element, in the arena. No doubt, he'll find trouble quickly.
Where| Anywhere around the spaceport, probably. We can make it work.
When| Week 2?
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh nothing yet, probably violence?
This is nothing like anything Cullen knows. From the ridiculous clothing - even a man as accustomed to wearing armor as he is would have difficulty moving in the large, bulky - thing he was in. To the strange architecture all of metal, and the space - the stars, a sky so unfamiliar to Cullen as to be alien.
With no weapon at his side, he feels naked, vulnerable. His mind immediately suggests demons, because there is simply nothing else in his experience. He doesn't believe what he was told on first arrival - it is far, far too easy for demons to trick the mind, as he knows all too well.
He moves carefully, his senses alert - even if he hadn't been told that this was some sort of barbaric blood sport, the environment alone would put him on edge.
"Maker preserve me," he mutters, and it's less a curse and more an actual prayer.