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Post by striaga on May 17, 2017 12:18:01 GMT -6
JJ && ADAGIO
JACELYN JUNIOR, commonly known as JJ, attracts the attention of young ADAGIO when she is seen displaying an odd talent for a pit fighter--struggling literacy. |
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Post by striaga on May 17, 2017 12:26:44 GMT -6
JJ WAS BORED, IN THE SOMEWHAT THREATENING SORT OF WAY. But then again, with her, most ways of boredom were that menacing kind. Valore was a good home to most, and it was true that JJ lived better than others, but living better did not alleviate the frustration of being a slave. The mare drew her tongue along her teeth and squinted down at the ground between her hooves. Worthless stuff, most of it. And the lives that others led didn't ease the rush of her heart and the awkward feeling that settled over JJ's body when she was alone. The scars that littered her body told her job before, but now, with the brand burned into her body, JJ couldn't get past it.
But today, she had been given permission to walk free for a bit while her master went about business. Her jaw clenched. Being granted the ability to walk. That was something that JJ knew the free horses took for granted. Scowling, the muscular mare thought of how it had felt to be in the Crucible when it had fallen. Terrifying. Exhilarating. And she'd missed her chance at freedom, because she was a fool who didn't understand.
...there was something else to do today, though. A time to forget the way that the world worked. JJ's brutish features twisted to the side and she sidled up to a vendor, who she visited often. The vendor supported her in the pits, and often bet on JJ; her numerous victories had made the vendor willing to support these efforts. When asked what she would like, JJ flicked her ears. Felt the tattered one flick a bit faster. "...something good. A mystery, maybe." Some of the others who knew how to read liked to enjoy the works of false freedom. But JJ--she enjoyed something else. Something a bit darker. Sometimes, JJ could forget her nerves and savor a reading. Just...a quick look. Maybe she would read something about pirates, next.
And so there she was; the burly, battle-worn Pit Fighter squinting down at pages, mouthing words quietly to herself. It was a way to forget, at least for a little while.
361 words, post #1, @adagio
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