( BEG FOR THE REST ) [arkin]

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

Yuna needed somewhere to hide out. Somewhere to lie low for awhile. She saw that wanted poster out there, and though she was a crafty individual, she wanted to be unseen for some time until all the chatter quieted down. She probably wasn't the first person a bounty hunter would go after, but she was worth something. Something equaled a lot to those bounty hunters and to the Perfect Nation.

The underground was dark and infested with ne'er-do-wells. She would fit in perfectly down there. Yuna could also recall something down there that Wulf was seeking. What was it? Oh, if only she could remember. She was honestly trying to prove to Wulf that she wasn't worthless, and that she was as good as any other crew member that wasn't afraid of water. Yuna wouldn't dare tell anyone, but she sort of looked up to Wulf. He was stoic, yet firm. And he didn't even have to try. He even looked the part. It was something that she respected, which was rare. Yuna knew that he expected a lot of his crew, and she wasn't exactly doing her part.

But for right now, she was only interested in saving her own hide. She clambered down the steps that led to the underground. Yuna spotted the guard on the other end of the hall immediately, but paid no heed to him. For all he knew, she was a customer, come to buy a gladiator from him. And in the faulty lighting, her face was distorted and hardly looked like Yuna Lace.

She glanced at the guard just for a moment, but returned her attention to the prisoners. She pretended like she was interested in having one of them to herself, but in truth, she detested all of these people. They were a lot like her, but they had gotten caught! Yuna almost wanted to laugh in their faces. Obviously she was too good for the Perfect Nation and they weren't.

Slowly and cautiously, Yuna paced down the hall, eyeing each prisoner over well. They were all masculine and toned, something that made them look almost as stupid as Yuna thought they were.

A sharp grin plastered across her lips as she came across a certain prisoner. He seemed to be the odd one out. He was rather scrawny and had some shaggy-looking hair. When a devious thought came to mind, her grin became a toothy smirk.

"What are you in for? Stealin' dandelions?" Yuna asked, tilting her head a bit. She rolled her eyes, and with a soft laugh, turned to the guard as he was walking toward her. He stooped over and examined her crossly; all the while Yuna scowled with disdain at his assertiveness. He stared at her long and hard until finally she pushed his face away from her own. The guard's face shifted downwards, but he grunted and he moved back toward his outpost. "Pig," Yuna spat in his direction just below audibility.

She strode to the other end of the hall, looking on at the prisoners with a sense of superiority. It was refreshing to see men behind bars. They obviously lacked the skill needed for the Resistance or any type of renegade band. It was fortunate that they were weeded out before they got into the system.

As she began her trek to the entrance she came in, the spindly-looking man she had giggled at before caught her eye once more. Yuna stopped abruptly at his cell, fixing her focus on him. "I'm glad they caught you. You may have been a threat to the Perfect Nation," she said sarcastically, prodding jokingly at him again. It was only on ocassion that Yuna was in a humorous mood, but seeing all these convicts in one place made her pleased. Besides, what was he going to do? He was behind bars. He could hate Yuna all he wanted, but he wasn't going to ever be able to do anything. She was fairly sure that once you were a gladiator, you were one for life. It sucked for him, but Yuna was living a good life being free and all. Those wanted posters didn't do much for her wellbeing, but at least on hers, it said that she was wanted alive and not dead or alive, like Wulf's. However, Wulf had a better chance at eluding the authorities than Yuna did. He wasn't nearly as cocky as her and rarely did she see him in the public eye. Maybe that was why he thought of her as childish or foolish; because she stupidly put herself at risk.

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tags: arkin
listening to: The Carpal Tunnel of Love by Fall Out Boy
mood: uhn tiss :3
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie! at RPGU and CAUTION
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[ARKIN CLAY STONE]

Once you were closed up inside of this place you forgot about time. It meant nothing to you anymore. You could sit for an hour and not know the difference between it and five minutes. It just... happened. At first you would try to count the days and make up clocks in your head. But daylight rarely came unless on that rare occasion the person who had claimed ownership of you decided to show up and take you out for a moment so long as they could keep you out of the eyes of the truly lost citizens here. Those poor lost people... they had no idea what was happening right underneath their feet. No, not even just underneath their feet, but all around them. They were the lost ones.

Arkin Clay Stone. That name no longer existed it. It no longer rolled off of anyone's tongue unless they wanted to be snatched up and taken away to suffer his own fate. He was dead on the outside and forbidden to truly exist in the place that his own family resided. All that he was to anyone or anything now as a number. A number that he remembered almost more clearly than his own name now: 213. He was 213.

213. It made his heart not sink anymore but pound with rage and a longing to put a name to his face again. There was a burning furry that was clawing its way out of him, daring one person to make a wrong move so that he could turn it into his new way out. Violence was not something that came naturally to someone like him, but now he used it on a daily basis so he would not pass on to another life. And he would use violence to get out of this place if he had to.

He belonged to a family with the surname Eris. How funny- destruction. Even funnier was the fact that he was now labeled as something that belonged to someone. And here he had read that this slavery thing was supposed to be said and done in the more advanced nations. The Perfect Nation was obviously not so perfect, was it? It couldn't even keep up with the times of the old world. It was an entire leap behind when it came to fair treatment and equality. But there wasn't much he could do about it while in the grasp of this family. He was like a pet and they made sure to keep him locked away. He had apparently had the cost of a pretty penny. Being the son of someone who had held so much power... made him something to dangle around, he supposed. Whatever the price... he was worth far more he knew. He was priceless... behind bars or not. He was human.

213 kept his back against the back wall of his cell, allowing his head to hang in thought rather than self pity. Time was not exactly against him anymore so he had plenty of time to think of any random ideas or old memories, though they were slipping away from him now. A few bashes to the head could do that to you. His attire was not in the most dreadful of condition seeing as the family did provide him with clothing. Sort of a show off thing though rather than being caring, he was sure. His face was cleaned but there were obvious clean cuts running along under his left eye. Someone had decided to try and claw his eyes out. It hadn't worked in their favor.

Dandelions snapped him away from his thoughts though. Not actual dandelions, no. Someone had actually said it to him and ended it off with a laugh. He raised up his eyes to gaze at the laughing girl. He hardly paid any attention to her though and didn't even make any emotional connection with her or her words. It was like he had grown an immunity to hurtful things. He had to. Some never learned to and got riled up. He knew how that went for them. The outcome was not pretty. He wasn't an idiot. Not at all.

He dropped his head again and furrowed his brow thoughtfully. Perhaps he just needed to tear through the guards and people next time this door swung open. Then he could run. Hah- and here he was reassuring himself of his genius. That was insane, idiotic, pathetic. There was no way.

The girl was back again. This time he let his aquamarine eyes meet up with her and he watched her advance toward him. After obviously acknowledging her this time, 213 lifted himself up to his feet and strolled over toward the bars. He hung his arms loosely about them and leaned in toward her. A surprisingly cheerful grin lit up his lips as he looked up at her now. He studied her a moment and then licked his bottom lip, never breaking his stare.

"I wouldn't dare make a remark back at someone who surely could have my head removed in a moments time. But a war dog hardly has any power in a place like this," he finished in a hushed tone. "Before I was put in here they didn't even have a bounty on you though... they weren't too worried about you... well, you know. Causing any trouble for anyone."

He smiled again.

WORDS 915
NOTES HIS DADDY USED TO TAKE CARE OF BADDIES (;
TAGGED YUNA IGNIA LACE
SONG SAY YOU'LL HAUNT ME - STONE SOUR

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

Pitiful. Like the rest of these criminals in here. Estella watched as he strolled over to her, like she was the one behind bars and he was the one who was free.

Well, it seemed like he had a mind of his own. It was fortunate that he had a mind at all. Most of these dim-wits in here didn't know how to speak simple English. Or at least, they didn't act like they did.

"You shut your mouth. I am more than you'll ever be now. Besides, they should have known I was trouble. My parents were both war dogs," Yuna hissed back at him, almost tempted to reach through the bars and grab him. "How do you know me anyways? I've never seen you before."

Yuna squinted through what little light there was at him. Nope, she had never seen him before. Nothing came to mind, yet he seemed to know her and her background. A stupid convict knew more than her? Impossible. She wouldn't let him have an upperhand.

The guard had arched a brow over at all the commotion, but didn't seem to really care. Surprising, as he cared a lot when she came down the stairs. Surely, with the talk of bounties and trouble, he would be hot on Yuna's trails, but perhaps he had heard so many rumors of such things that he was oblivious to it.

She glanced down at his arms that were hanging out of the bars. Her eyes examined his hands, just for a moment, before they moved to his own optics. Yuna wasn't sure what compelled her to, but she fell silent, and her mind went blank.

An impatient snort from the guard caused her face to twist back into its usual scowl, for her eyes to narrow, and for her lips to conform to a frowning mold. She always looked quite cynical and unfriendly.

"So, why are you in here? I'm pretty sure that, by the looks of you, that you couldn't have done anything like, say... murder or something," Yuna started matter-of-factly. He just didn't fit the standards of a killer. He was too... nice-looking. Yuna didn't know any assassin or thief that looked quite so civil. Civil for a criminal, at least.

As she continued to think about where she may have met this man or why he was in the cage, footsteps were heard along the same stairs that Yuna had descended. Yuna's whole body tensed, and she twisted toward the sound. If it was any reasonable person, they might notice that she wasn't a Peony citizen nor was she part of the Perfect Nation. When the shadow painted on the wall by the light disappeared, Yuna knew to keep her face hidden from the sudden people who were now in clear view of her.

Yuna kept her full attention on the prisoner she had been talking to. The frown she had on her face doubled, almost tripled, because she had to face him all this time. The people walked by her, without as much as a glance toward her. She let her guard down a bit as they began talking to the warden over by the end of the walkway.

"What would you think if I said I could get you outta here?" Yuna inquired, fiddling with the lock on the door. She wasn't an expert with locks, but she knew that the guard carried them with him, probably on his person. That would be a simple task, considering that this convict wanted out.

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word count: 609
tags: arkin
listening to: So What by Pink
mood: :x
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie! at RPGU and CAUTION
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[ARKIN CLAY STONE]

Ouch, he had struck a nerve with her there, hadn't he? Two parents who were of war dog status? Now he was just trembling, couldn't she see that in his completely relaxed state? He did not press her buttons any further regarding the lack of bounty on her though. For all he knew, she suddenly was worth more than he was. Though, judging by her reaction, she probably wasn't worth much or anything when it came to hunting her down. Not that having a bounty on you was something to be incredibly proud of but.... whatever. If it bugged her than that meant he had proved he wasn't just some dumb, violent, moron trapped in a cell. No, he had far more knowledge than the rest of these people in here with him. Sure there were some who were part of the Perfect Nation at one point... he could point them out easily. But they never lasted too long or had much to say to him. They usually sobbed or were too hard to care. That was where he had come from... a bunch of quitters like that. But that was aside from the point at hand...

He raised a single brow up at her when she asked why he was in here. Hah- simple if you asked any person in here they could tell you. He was labeled a traitor. He knew too much and was trying to get it all out even if that meant getting into trouble. He honestly hadn't expected it to turn into this kind of trouble but it had.

He was in here because his family loved their power more than their own son. He was in here because he betrayed everything that he was supposed to stand for. He was in here for fighting for what he thought was right.

"Dandelions."

213's face was blank; serious as fucking hell and as hard as his last name suggested. He pressed his palms against the bars of his cell and pushed himself up straight. Then he shifted his weight back against them so that he was being held up by his hands pressing against the bars.

"I stole some."

When more people were coming through she forced herself to stare at him. He could see the anger on her face from having to shy away from the people and put her eyes on him only to keep hidden and looking busy. It caused a slick smile to come onto his lips again as she stared at him angrily. He got a lot of interesting characters coming through her but she was proving to be one of the strangest. Maybe that was because she didn't belong here and was in fact wanted in this very city. He wasn't sure really. It could have just been her very stubborn personality. It was like she was trying to act tough when she was really just... a kid. He guessed a lot of people mistook him for that too. Just a kid, that is.

213's eyes fell upon the lock as she messed with it and offered him a way out. A spark of hope ignited in his chest but common sense doused it out. She wasn't exactly what he thought to be... good saving material. There were people around too and he wouldn't ask her to wait around. Estella would surely be around today... bored and what not and needing him to entertain her. That was his job, pretty much. Sometimes he got the feeling that she would much rather just ramble on to him rather than have him fight. But he wasn't sure. She was pretty girlish though.

"You're going to get caught," he advised her simply. He then shook his head. "You have no idea what you would be getting yourself into. You're what... five feet tall and stick thin. You think that could take on the entire Perfect Nation and whoever else wants to tag along in here? I won't risk that."

He shrugged and patted the bars, pushing himself away from them. He turned his back on her and strolled back to the end of the cell. His hand rested on the cold, hard wall and his nails ran along it as he continued to pace the back of the cell. Some foul language caught his ears and he looked up to see someone in his same situation who was screaming out profanities at the people who had walked in. It wasn't really a bright move. There wasn't any way out of here right now and he was yelling. It was just... kind of stupid. But Arkin turned away from it and looked back toward the girl.

He quirked a brow.

Arkin? That was his name. It had slipped his mind again... Arkin.

213 made his way back over toward the girl. He shrugged toward the entrance. "I'd go," he spoke sincerely. "I do already happen to be... well-" he motioned to the marking on the inside of his wrist that clearly read '213.' "Someone will be coming to see me or... take me out... whatever it is they feel today. You standing there with me already having been purchased... that's why the guard was staring you down. Go."

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NOTES PSH SHE LIKES HIM.
TAGGED YUNA IGNIA LACE
SONG SAY YOU'LL HAUNT ME - STONE SOUR

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

Stupid people. They needed to go away. What were they doing here at this hour anyways? Yuna was here because she was... she just was! It wasn't even very late or very early. She was just giving herself an excuse to be angry at the newcomers.

He had stolen a dandelion, eh? Oh, wasn't he clever? Using the same reason as her. "Idiot," Yuna growled at him. "You could at least be a humble sort and answer my question with a sensible answer."

"You underestimate me. I'm a bit deadlier than I look," Yuna stated, as though she were reciting from a textbook.

Yuna wasn't surprised to see him go back to the end of the cell. She was kind of relieved because she had to stare so intently into his prison. The yelling in the cells beside of her caused her to jump and swiftly tear her gaze away from the inside of his cage. Her hands clasped her ears, to shield them from the racket emanating in the underground. It almost caused her to fall to the floor, but she kept her composure, and once the dumb fucks in that cell were done shouting, Yuna had half a mind to go over there and chew their throats out.

However, she was more intent on keeping a decent reputation in the eyes of the few people down here.

"Don't be stupid. I know when to leave. If you don't want out of here, fine. Maybe I'll give one of these gorillas a chance to escape," she voiced quietly at him. Yuna's eyes flitted toward the newcomers, who were staring curiously at a prisoner near her. She wanted to slit their throats, to make them realize how foolish they looked trying to decide which gladiator was better than the rest, but committing a felony right here would not be in her best benefit.

Though, the prisoner she was talking to had a good point. If he was indeed purchased already, it was awfully suspicious of her to be talking and interacting with him. Almost like they were accomplices or something. Yuna waved him off and began to stroll down the hall again, though not nearly as interested in them as she was before. By the time she had eyed them all and returned back to her former intrigue, the guard had fallen asleep, so Yuna could do just about whatever she wanted. The people were still there, but they were merely a setback. An obstacle that Yuna could easily (though perhaps, not legally) overcome.

"Now, tell me why you know so much about me. You haven't been a prisoner very long, have you?" Yuna asked, still in a hushed tone. She couldn't trust anyone or anything around her. She especially despised those people who always seemed to be near her when she was talking to the convict who knew all this information about her.

It was kind of creepy, really, that someone knew you, but you didn't know them. It made Yuna give a very small shudder. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, but she quelled her sense of fear. This man was behind bars, where he should be. There was really nothing to be afraid of. Perhaps he had worked for the Perfect Nation and had access to some records. But was Yuna even in those records? Being born to war dogs, she didn't think she was in the records. However, the Perfect Nation worked in sneaky, cunning ways. Ways that Yuna despised and drove her to do what she did every day.

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tags: arkin
listening to: I Miss You by Blink 182
notes: yes, i changed it to notes so i could say NU UH! =p
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie! at RPGU and CAUTION
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[ARKIN CLAY STONE]

He wasn’t being stupid. He was pretty sure that she really didn’t know when to split and if he had not informed her of his current state then there was the horrible possibility that she would never have caught on and could have fallen into the hands of the Perfect Nation. This girl, in fact, was very lucky that he felt so strongly against the Nation now. If he did not then he would have surely yelled out to a guard or anyone that a criminal was standing right before him. But he wouldn’t even put a criminal through what went on behind closed doors. Even they deserved better than that. So he would keep his lips sealed on her true identity, just as he was doing now. This War Dog really was a very lucky girl. She was in the belly of the beast and someone who had nothing left to lose wasn’t even going to turn her in. Hey, maybe turning her in could get him a ride out of here and placed back into the Perfect Nation so he could pretend to be an all smiles, naïve citizen of the grand city of Peony all over again. Yeah, because that sounded just like his cup of tea.

She would have to be completely blind and stupid to think that he did not want out of this prison. She knew he wanted out though, who couldn’t see it in his eyes? The mention of escape itself caused a harsh flicker of green to ignite in his stare. But stupidity was not one of his strong points. There was no way he was going to blindly go into this without first knowing more or first seeing that there was a true opportune moment for escape. The last thing he needed was to be added on the naughty list down here.

The girl left him there now, looking to him just as suspicious as she had while talking to him. But he would not call her out on it now and he would be sure to keep quiet unless she truly did put herself in jeopardy. He was sure that if she continued to pace these isles of cages without interacting with anyone else or even getting someone’s price that the sleepy guard over there would knock himself back into the conscious world and realize that she had been here far too long. Not to mention he was almost completely positive that the entire place was filled with cameras to keep watch on them- or at least some kind of video or audio devices. The Perfect Nation was not stupid. It was made up of incredibly brilliant people, as a matter of fact. His father had been one of them. He could have been one of them.

It wasn’t long until the wanted girl was back at his cell, staring at him, and throwing more questions his way.

Oh, how he hated addressing time. He didn’t know how long he had been here and could only judge time by whatever the people coming down here of their freewill had said. Sometimes they would prod as his cage and whisper cruel things in his ears to try and get him riled up. For example, things about how he had disappointed his entire family and the Perfect Nation. But he had learned to block them out early on and they never got a rise. Even in the beginning he managed to always keep his head on. That was something his father taught him to do. Words would not physically harm him so there was no point in fighting them.

“I believe I have been here… longer than you think I have,” he noted lightly to her. “Quite a few months according to the people who come down here and aren’t… quite in my own condition. In any case, I know of you because anyone who kept up with the news knew who James Wulf was and if you were someone like me you would find out about the people who followed him. You’re one of them.”

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NOTES HE'S CHARMING, MMKAY.
TAGGED YUNA IGNIA LACE
SONG SAY YOU'LL HAUNT ME - STONE SOUR

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

"One of them? One of Neptune's Warriors? Yeah, if only that were the case. Wulf wants to get rid of me. I'm going to show him I'm worth something," Yuna replied, almost completely muttering to herself. "I may be afraid of water, but I'm not afraid to pillage and plunder."

This was growing tiresome. This whole waiting around thing. It wasn't like Yuna to lie and wait. As much as it got her in trouble, she preferred to act and not think about what she was doing.

She paced up and down the hall about three times; the third time, she was almost in a fast walk. Yuna wanted to stir up the Perfect Nation, wanted to raise her bounty to something extreme. She was quite proud of that wanted poster. It made her feel like a true thief. And that, to her, was her profession. She made a living out of it, and she was pretty great at it.

The girl stopped at a rather muscular-looking man's cage, taking a quick look at him. But, in fact, she was listening to the footsteps of the people that liked to linger around her. When she could see them out of the corner of her eyes, she watched them glance back at her, and then swiftly scuffle back up the stairs from whence they came.

Yuna's head immediately turned in the direction of the guard. Her eyes scanned him, searching for some kind of key. At the moment, she couldn't find anything. It was quite dark down her, and nothing shiny seemed to pop out at her.

Silently, she trodded over to the guard and stooped down to further evaluate his person. With a steady and stealthy hand, she reached into his pocket. Her index and middle finger dug into his pocket and just slightly thrashed about the inside. Nothing. Yuna, in a split-second, withdrew her hand and crept around the other side of the guard; there, she cautiously performed the same process. There was indeed something in his pocket. When she pulled her hand out, there was a small ring of keys. However, the ring was packed full of keys. It was difficult to pick out which was which.

Yuna fumbled around with them, trying to evaluate what key would go into which lock. They all had unique curves and crevices, just like the locks on the doors. So, obviously, Yuna was smart enough to find the one that matched her talkative prisoner's.

She grabbed the key matching his cell and released the rest of the keys, causing the key ring to jingle like Christmas bells. Yuna's reaction was to hide, but unfortunately, there was nowhere to hide, so she merely froze. Her eyes fluttered toward the guard, who seemed to be waking up.

Anxious to the rid herself of the keys, she threw them into the prisoner's cage and took off up the stairs. Yuna trusted that he knew what to do with them. If he didn't, well... he was just an idiot. What convict was going to resist escaping?

She stayed on about the fifth or sixth stair from the bottom, just out of sight of the guard. She poked her head around the wall, only to see that the warden was walking down the row of cells. Yuna swiftly pulled her head back and flew up the flight of stairs. When she emerged on the surface, she sat down on a bench not too far away from the staircase. She brought her knees up to her chest, placing her elbow on her right knee. She shielded her face a bit from the public, but not enough to seem supsicious.

Yuna was going to go back down there if the stupid criminal didn't come to the surface soon. Surely that guard would go back to sleep soon enough, and that would give the perfect opportunity to escape.

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word count: 664
tags: arkin
listening to: Take It Off by Ke$ha
notes: charming, eh! yuna is too, in her own way xD
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie! at RPGU and CAUTION
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[ARKIN CLAY STONE]

For a while he watched the girl pace, no longer making any note of what she had said to him earlier on since it was really quite invalid to his current situation. She was a criminal and all that she was capable of doing was getting him into more trouble than he could afford. In fact, he was reconsidering having any more conversation with her. There were cameras hidden all over this city and for all he knew there could have been one planted at the top of the bars of his cell (he did look up after this thought). If anything caught him talking with her then he would surely be punished far more than he already had been since they would probably assume that he was creating some kind of alliance with James Wulf’s little cronies. He could only imagine the things they would put him through if they caught him doing something on camera. Having to fight for his life for someone’s entertainment was bad enough. They would probably nail under his fingernails and cut his eyelids off with a box cutter. The possibility of torture was endless. But the possibility of them believing that he had no relation with this girl was not so good.

Number 213 had gone back to the other end of his cell so that he could lean up against the wall again. His eyes didn’t bother with her anymore and instead looked up toward the murky looking ceiling that was overhead. He had never really noticed the flacks of paint peeling from it until now… it was actually rather annoying but he supposed it added to the horrid atmosphere that they put together here. Not that they were trying to make anyone really comfortable in this place… especially him and the others like him…

His mind was sidetrack for quite some time before he heard jingling and his eyes caught a glimmer of metal flying toward him. The keys landed on the floor of his cell just as loudly as Yuna had fumbled around with him, if not louder. 213’s eyes widened and he found himself instantly look toward the guards and then toward the footsteps of the warden. Yuna had run up the stairs, but he wasn’t worried about her anymore. Now he was worried about the keys that were sitting in the middle of his cell.

In a flash he was hurrying toward the keys but the warden was hurrying toward him just as fast. He had obviously noticed the strangeness of Yuna and the rather suspicious activity that had just taken place. Neither of them moved for a moment and he simply burned his stare into 213’s. The guards came rushing over next. One of them snorted, casting a nasty glare at the other one but that was the only interaction that took place for the moment. 213 furrowed his brow, bent over, picked up the keys, and then tossed them out beyond the bars. One of the guards caught them and put them on a ring on his belt. But that obviously wasn’t going to do it for the guards or the warden. They were still standing and watching him without any words. The other gladiators were making ‘oh’ sounds now. And then the warden put his hand out toward the guard with the keys. He was handed them and then unlocked the door to 213’s cell. The warden stepped in, followed by the other guard.

213 found himself pushing his brow down again as he watched the two stepping toward him, his nerves were starting to go on end because of the lack of communication. His heart was pounding but he didn’t make any kind of irrational choices or movements. The guard took him by surprise though when he lunged forward and slammed 213 back against the stone wall, his hands firmly around his neck. 213 wrinkled his nose and gritted his teeth as the guard tightened his grip on him. The tips of the guard’s nails starting digging into his skin and 213 could feel a bump starting to develop on the back of his head. He ended up raising his hands up to try and push off the guard’s hands but the lack of oxygen was taking his strength.

The warden grinned.

“What do you go by now?” he questioned flatly. He then took a step forward and snatched Arkin’s wrist up to see the number. “213? Just a number now… so why would you be trying something stupid?” The warden then closed some space between them. “You miss your family yet? They don’t miss you.”

Arkin finally proved to have more personality than just a default normal and his eyes narrowed darkly at the warden. All reasoning suddenly flew right out the window.

“At least I don’t suck dick to save my own skin. Or maybe that was your daughter who you had suck it,” Arkin murmured back to him nonchalantly.

He wasn’t surprised to find the warden’s fist in his face then. A spot of popped out onto the floor and Arkin felt some of it fill in between his lip and bottom teeth but he made no sign of pain. "The break it you buy it policy doesn’t count here, I take it?” A punch wasn’t rewarded this time but a tight hand crushing his mouth was produced. It was the guard, and he turned Arkin’s face toward him. He was saying something but Arkin’s stare was watching the warden as he stalked off, trying to keep his cool. When he was out of view, Arkin turned his attention back on the guard. The guard was still blabbering about ripping Arkin’s tongue out but he paid no mind and instead dug his aching teeth into the guard’s dirty hand. The guard let go out of simple surprise and Arkin took that opportunity to press himself against the wall and kick both of his feet up against the guard’s gut. He let out a huff of air and stumbled back to clutch his belly. Arkin didn’t waste time with him and immediately kicked the guard’s face in before pushing him to the ground completely. The other guard was rushing back now and pulled Arkin’s cage open to grab him. But Arkin was just a little quicker. He was also used to being damaged and getting out of bad situations. He hurried passed the older man and yanked the keys away from him, slamming the door shut. He locked the door behind him and placed the keys in the middle of the hall, just out of arms length. Before getting out he looked at the two guards in the cell and gave them a bloodied grin.

“You two are going to need numbers now.”

The rest of the prisoners were starting to make a lot of noise now and many of them were shouting toward Arkin to let them out. But he hadn’t the time and found himself running up the steps and into the daylight. He almost fell back from the shock of seeing natural daylight. It took a moment for him to adjust to it and he could hear several people making comments about him while he stood. So he dashed forward toward the darkness of buildings.

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NOTES SORRY FOR THE WAIT..
TAGGED YUNA IGNIA LACE
SONG SAY YOU'LL HAUNT ME - STONE SOUR

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

Yuna was literally cursing every second she had to stay exposed to the public. It was not becoming of a thief to be out in plain daylight.

What was taking that stupid prisoner so long? She was on edge, ready to run, and he was... messing around! This displeased Yuna greatly. She wanted to just storm down those stairs without a care in the world for the guards or the warden. If they saw her, tough shit! Yuna could take all of them on. She wasn't afraid of those big, bad nasties. She was taught not to be afraid, because fear was a weakness.

Though it was quite a ways down, Yuna could hear the prisoner being slammed against the cell wall (though she didn't know it was him being slammed). Afterward, there was some dialogue from two of them. One was obviously the convict she had been talking to. The other voice was unfamiliar to her. It sounded very menacing and intimidating, however.

Yuna was hunched over in concentration, trying to soak up every bit of sound she could make out. There must have been a fight going on down there, and she wanted very much to go down there and join in, but the prisoner seemed to have it under control. Afterall, he was throwing insults left and right like he hadn't a care in the world.

It was such a temptation to fly down those stairs and jump on the back of a guard like a frenzied lemur, but Yuna didn't want to make the situation any worse than it was. She'd probably be lucky just to have the criminal out on the surface.

All of the sounds from below got her thinking a bit. She was the one who had caused all of this. If it wasn't for her, that prisoner wouldn't be getting rough-housed. Well, she was sure his life wasn't much better, even without the rough-housing. It gave him something to do, right? Yuna was immune to being guilted.

No sooner than Yuna had snapped out of her dream-like trance did the convict dart from the underground. She had hardly had time to confirm it was him before he started off toward some buildings. Awkwardly, she stared on after him for a moment in disbelief somewhat.

Finally, Yuna's limbs felt that they were ready to work and she bolted after him. At least he wasn't stupid enough to wait around the public. However, Yuna really wasn't in the mood to be running. She was great with short, quick sprints, like a cheetah, but was terrible with the stamina runs. She had no stamina whatsoever. It just came in swift, adrenaline-fueled bursts with her. And right now, it was lacking adrenaline for the most part.

However, Yuna continued to followed him. This was her doing, afterall, and she felt a need to keep an eye on him.

"Hey!" she called out after him, "What the Hell happened back there?" Yuna was slightly frustrated, and her voice was very exasperated. "I think you owe me something." He may have gotten his ass kicked for it, but he still escaped. And he never would have had the opportunity if it wasn't for her.

She never stopped to think that maybe this convict was dangerous. He seemed harmless enough, but it was always the quiet, civil ones that were the most deadly. But, Yuna was as tough as nails and she didn't find this male very intimidating. In fact, she found him quite the neutral, if not friendly, target. There was no way he could possibly be a homicidal maniac.

Yuna was forced to stop for a moment once she was between two buildings. She was shielded from the public eye by the darkness. She leaned wearily against the back building, trying to catch her breath. It may have been a short distance or a long one, but Yuna was not one for running. She was more of a climber or merely a hider. It was much more efficient.

"Alright, pay up," Yuna said between a few deep breaths. A furrowed brow and a creased frown on her face was a clear sign that she meant business. Her eyes twinkled with a sense of humor, however. It was a small and subtle hint, but one, nonetheless.

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word count: 735
tags: arkin
listening to: Closer by Nine Inch Nails
notes: np :3 great post btw :D
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie! at RPGU and CAUTION
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