BeyondDandy
Dandy Connoisseur
LINCOLN
The Pit
The roars of the crowd were exhilarating. They filled the halls of the prison and played in every room like the PA system used to do. The heel of brown calfskin Diors clicked down the runway towards the pits. Gold Elysium rings clipped up the buttons of an elegant burgundy chalk-stripe Brioni coat. A glistening smile flashed prisoners around the arena fortunate and close enough to see while the rest heard the minacious chuckle that came from the same tender lips. Those attending the nightly event were in disbelief at the sight of their King as he approached the audience from above like royalty.The Pit
King had given Weston the time and space he needed to complete his speech. He had not intervened but instead stood over the back post of Tig’s chair the entire time, uncomfortably close. The fall of Northview made King second guess his previous decision to put all of his chips on his pilot Gunderson. Gunderson had not shown himself to be in any way, shape or form a leader. He had been a momentary lapse of judgement on Kings behalf and would now be demoted to a simple soldier in his army. As long as his helicopter was functional and had a driver, he did not care what would become of him.
So his play returned to Weston, of course. Still wildly popular amongst the crowd, King would continue to use him to prevent the usurper. The man had shown to have the side of the common folk, and with the addition of the Northview survivors - holding the peace would prove even more crucial to King’s plans of expansion. King hated to admit it, but Weston was his dark knight.
With a keen eye, King looked over Tig as Weston continued to address the crowd. “What is your name? I don’t think we have met,” he addressed him as his three large bodyguards shifted into view and placed their hands near their weapons. King turned back towards the men and had them moved from view with geature of his hand, as to not stress Weston’s guest. Though before Tig was given the time to respond, Weston concluded his address to the people and called out the fighters.
“A wonderful speech, Weston. You are quite the rhetorician!” he expressed with a false accent. his signature chuckle and a slow clap of hands as he moved around Tig and closer to the crowds. His round-cut Bulgari studs glistered under the arena lights and he stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb - all deliberately. “You did not tell me you were having company,” he addressed his second, placing his heavy hands over the railing to lean into the excitement of his crowd. “What ever happened to Valentine?” he questioned, bringing back a ghost from both their past. King’s neck turned and his left eye caught Weston’s. “I liked that girl,” he stated before turning back to the crowd, clapping and chuckling at their excitement as warriors entered the arena. “Let the games begin,” he muttered.
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NanLia
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Aegis
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