Kageme & Ankoku
Jan 14, 2011 21:11:41 GMT -7
Post by ✗Gohma✗ on Jan 14, 2011 21:11:41 GMT -7
Expiration Arena
The lights beat down on any of the contestants that set foot inside this hell-hole, and some don't ever exit. It's an arena of devastation, of death and havoc. The soil, tainted with bloodstains would lie before while you meet your fate in the middle of the ring. The large spatters along the walls, symbolize the fallen shinobi who were cocky enough to enter hell itself.
As Kageme would set foot through the front door, he would notice that it was almost as if the whole place was a ghost town, with only one person standing behind the counter. She would look up to him and nod her head as he approached closer to her, though she was quite intimidating to him with a scar running down the left side of her face coursing straight down her eye. "Are you here to fight?" She would say in a grungy voice as she motioned with her head to a door on her left. Kageme didn't want to make conversation with someone like this, so naturally he nodded his head and walked by her desk and strode into the door.
The room descended about twenty meters down until another door met his eye. It was filled with statues and pictures on the wall for previous champions of the arena, and history that he would never really pay attention to. A large red carpet stretched from the door he first entered through all the way to the other side of the hallway, where the rug would meet the opposite door. Until he got there, he spectated at the history that decorated the floor and walls. He opened the door and squinted his eyes as the sun blinded his vision for a matter of a couple seconds.
After his vision returned to him, he would notice a small fence set up as a large circle to keep the contestants inside. Although Kageme didn't think that would keep anything inside, it was set up about a meter from the ground. As he walked up, he stepped with one foot on the fence and pushed off with the other to launch himself in the arena, ready for what was coming. The stands around the circle, empty. It seems as though this place isnt very popular anymore, hence the statues on the walls and sticking from the ground said that there were more than five hundred spectators sometimes.
Kageme made himself friendly with once side of the set up fence and leaned with his butt to the side of it. Waiting for a challenger, waiting for someone to take a peak of interest in his fight. "I'm not afraid this time," He would mumble to himself "In fact I can't wait to see who comes in."[/sub][/color]