A Dangerous Competition (BlackSparrow and FangAndOzy)

[BlackSparrow]

Okay, this is what we talked about. You ready?


Back Story:


When it is time for the crowned Prince to choose a wife, a young girl is chosen at random from her village. It ends up with a total of ten girls, one from each of the ten villages. The girls compete, often to the death, and whoever wins the prince over is crowned the new Queen. If you refuse to participate, your family is killed. If you lose, you are killed. Whether win or lose though, your family is taken care of for the rest of their lives. To win is the only way to guarantee safety, and even then, you are never safe.





Your Story:


What happens, when the girl chosen is an assassin? Trained to kill without mercy, and her target is the crown prince.


What happens if there are two princes, twins, and both with the equal right to the throne, both equally qualified? One rules peacefully and with love, the other does whatever it takes.


What happens if you are a simple girl, not meant to win the competition, but you have an odd ability, something that makes you feared? The ability to control fear makes you yourself feared by others and you are also afraid of yourself.


So what happens when these four meet?





If this goes well, I may make it a four person RP...but I thought we'd try it first since this is what we had discussed before.


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[BlackSparrow]

Fang I'll start once I get my next character up


 
Abram stood on the balcony overlooking the outside greeting square where the ten girls were being brought in. He stood with his arms resting on the railing, watching with a blank expression. Inside though he was picturing every way possible to make his parents pay. This was outrageous. All of these girls were commoners, and yet it was his dear Nadia who had to be killed for being a commoner. He found himself clenching his hands into fists. At least most of the girls were pretty. Well he said that. Half were, the other half were decent enough. As awful as he was he couldn't bring himself to actually call a girl ugly unless he was trying, on purpose, trying to hurt her.


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Zahara wore her traditional clothing as she was escorted into the palace and then the common bathing room where all the girls were to be cleaned up and then put in a white dress to meet the princes. She acted like all the other girls, amazed at the beauty of the palace but worried too, stumbling as she didn't watch where she went and just absolutely awestruck. It was pathetic. In reality she was taking in all the details. The exits, the upper floors that over looked the square they were in now, the prince looking at them from a high up balcony, the white marble walls and floors, the green plants to add color in the corners, the fountain in the center, the amount of guards with them, ect...

 

[FangAndOzy]

Zak walked up to where his brother was and mimicked his position, then looked down at the girls. "You're thinking of Nadia aren't you." he says quietly. Always the wise and kind one. "I don't mean to pry, but you're staring like you want to kill someone and your fists are clenched. Normally you'd be down there pretending to be interested and flirting with any pretty girl you see. But they aren't nobles or royals, they're commoners." he observes quietly. Sometimes it was in question if Zak was purposefully trying to push his brother's buttons or if he was just being observant.


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Blair walked quietly second to last. She looked around her in amazement, but the white marble was familiar. It probably came from one of the seaside villages. She was dressed in her traditional garb, just like all the other girls. And just like the others it was the best of what she had. It was a sea blue skirt, shorter on her left side than her right, and it was see through up until her mid-thigh. Her top was really just a breast band, the same color blue as her skirt, but it had green and purple beads along with white shells embrodiered along the top two inches. It was the same bead work that adorned the waist of her skirt. Her sandals were the ones she always wore, plain brown leather, worn from time and sand and sea air. Her blonde hair was up in an elegant braid, done for her by her mother.

 

[BlackSparrow]

"Don't press your luck Zak, I well throw you over the edge." Abram growls softly, his tone threatening. His brother was 100% correct of course, but it wasn't like he was going to say that.


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Zahara looked up once more as the second prince joined his brother on the balcony before she and the other girls were ushered into the common bathing room. She knew they were so very different from eachother, even if they were twins. It was a bonus she was going to have two to kill. She smiled slightly to herself. Until the time of killing, she was going to enjoy every moment of this competition. One she knew she would win, but had to play the part. It was going to be all one big game to her and she was very excited.

 

[FangAndOzy]

Zak smiles ever so slightly, so much so that it was barely even noticeable. "Come my dear brother. Let us get ready to greet these ten fine young ladies. We have half an hour before they are ready to be introduced to us, and I won't have you be in such a sour mood." he says, walking away with the expectation that Abram would follow. Stress relief for the boys often consited of art of some kind or dueling with one another.


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Blair waited in line, each of the girls was brought behind a small screen, stripped of their clothes, and put into the large common bath tub. She had a common bath back home, but this was odd with strangers. Luckily each spot had a slight divider and the girls had a little privacy. Next it was Blair's turn. She hated when they discared her clothes, hated when the attendants made her take ehr hair out of the braid, but she couldn't do anything about it, and it wasn't like she would do anything anyway.

 

[BlackSparrow]

Zahara went in last. She was scrubbed down, every lasat bit of dirt being cleaned away, her hair was shampooed and cleaned and brushed through about a hundred times. When they finished cleaning her up she was offered a robe and then escorted to a small room, barely big enough to hold four people, but she was away from the other nine girls. Once here the attendants fixed her nails, put make up on her, fixed her hair and then did it in some fashion or another before finally handing her a white dress and leaving for her to put it on. When she did she took a moment to look in the mirror. She looked so different, and...pretty. She smiled. They would never suspect her. Satisfied with her appearance she left the room and joined the other nine girls.


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Abram hesitated and then followed his brother. Zak led him to their sparring arena. Abram couldn't help but smile. A duel would do him some good, it would allow him to let off some steam.

 

[FangAndOzy]

All nine girls stood waiting in a large circular room. It was cool, but not too cold. There were couches and other pieces of furniture for them to use if they wished. At least until the two princes arrived. She thought that was so strange. To have twins. She wondered how this competition was going to work.


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Zak immediately started to spar with his brother. They had a good long fight until it was time to go. They freshened up as best they could and then went to mee the poor unfortunate girls.