Post by Jeremiah Robinson on Jul 24, 2014 20:58:51 GMT -6
Jeremiah couldn't believe what was happening to him. Never in his life had he had so much attention paid to him. It was everything he never knew he wanted.
Once in the arena he was finally able to see his opponents. The people that he would do battle against. He was clearly dressed better than any of them were, in his high end golden suit with platinum lapels and a sewn in golden hood with small encrusted jewels that wrapped around his head. It was made of the finest fabrics that the district had to offer. They had applied a golden shimmer to his face that was actual gold dust and his hands were wrapped for fighting in the silkiest platinum cloth. No way would he ever fight with those wraps, but damn did he look good in them. He didn't even wear an under shirt so that the audience could see his strikingly tone body, skinny as it was. Everyone else looked foolish in their costumes. Pretending to be trees or sissy shoes.
"Hahaha! Holy fok, look at that poofta in the diamond underwear!" Jeremiah exclaims to Kiki... and everyone else in the immediate vicinity.
"Kiki, this shit's goin' to be easiea than ah thought."
After Jeremiah had had a good laugh they mounted their gold and pearl roman chariot. His face became stern and before his hood came up, he took the gladiator helmet that was in the chariot and placed it on his head, then covered his head with his crown. It was time for battle.
"Time to rule over your subjects Queenie. Give 'em the iron fist." Jeremiah whispered into Kiki's ear.
As the chariot pulled them through Jeremiah was solid. Still and mysterious, with a proud posture, he rode without a sound.
The crowd chanted to see him. Suddenly, he screams.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" And he rips his jacket off.
He is a warrior. He grunts and yells at the crowd to rile them up, until he finally turns to Kiki, and bows.
Once in the arena he was finally able to see his opponents. The people that he would do battle against. He was clearly dressed better than any of them were, in his high end golden suit with platinum lapels and a sewn in golden hood with small encrusted jewels that wrapped around his head. It was made of the finest fabrics that the district had to offer. They had applied a golden shimmer to his face that was actual gold dust and his hands were wrapped for fighting in the silkiest platinum cloth. No way would he ever fight with those wraps, but damn did he look good in them. He didn't even wear an under shirt so that the audience could see his strikingly tone body, skinny as it was. Everyone else looked foolish in their costumes. Pretending to be trees or sissy shoes.
"Hahaha! Holy fok, look at that poofta in the diamond underwear!" Jeremiah exclaims to Kiki... and everyone else in the immediate vicinity.
"Kiki, this shit's goin' to be easiea than ah thought."
After Jeremiah had had a good laugh they mounted their gold and pearl roman chariot. His face became stern and before his hood came up, he took the gladiator helmet that was in the chariot and placed it on his head, then covered his head with his crown. It was time for battle.
"Time to rule over your subjects Queenie. Give 'em the iron fist." Jeremiah whispered into Kiki's ear.
As the chariot pulled them through Jeremiah was solid. Still and mysterious, with a proud posture, he rode without a sound.
The crowd chanted to see him. Suddenly, he screams.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" And he rips his jacket off.
He is a warrior. He grunts and yells at the crowd to rile them up, until he finally turns to Kiki, and bows.