Post by Darius Falco on Jan 31, 2011 23:03:38 GMT -5
Darius Approached Mint rotating his shoulder, he was now beginning to regret pushing through the pain, but these were thoughts buried deep within. Darius nodded his head when his sister proposed a break, it was not in him to quit, but he did not come here to kill himself or anyone on his side, he was here to train, and Darius had done that. Darius took this time to collect his things he had left at the entrance of the Arena; he walked back over close to Mint, and trust his spear into the ground, leaning his shield next to it. Darius reached in his bag looking for his water, he stopped in his tracks, when Mint asked of how he got here, looking up back at her he tossed her a bottle of water.
“When me mum was killed, I blamed the world, set out to burn it, our father didn’t like tha’, so he sen’ me ta live in de US. I grew up, though’of myself as hero fer good, with me in Philadelphia the crime rate fell seventy five percen’, until three days ago when a drug lord got tipped off by a bird lady, he killed my grandmother, and now I’ve been sent ere’, I was not to happt abou’ tha’, until I met you dear sister.” Darius sat down and rested his back on his schield, “wha’ abou’ you, what’s your story?”
“When me mum was killed, I blamed the world, set out to burn it, our father didn’t like tha’, so he sen’ me ta live in de US. I grew up, though’of myself as hero fer good, with me in Philadelphia the crime rate fell seventy five percen’, until three days ago when a drug lord got tipped off by a bird lady, he killed my grandmother, and now I’ve been sent ere’, I was not to happt abou’ tha’, until I met you dear sister.” Darius sat down and rested his back on his schield, “wha’ abou’ you, what’s your story?”
