
11-07-2008, 05:50 PM
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slaps you with big smelly tuna fish
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Re: Not My Best Idea
OoC: w00t! Let it be done. Bijou, I choose you! x3!
BiC:
The horrendous screams and shouts caught Bijou's attention and she turned towards the sound with a distorted face of confusion and curiosity. As she drew closer to the door, the atmosphere seemed to tense, and soon her lungs were burning and she soon started into a small coughing fit.
Ugh, not this again.
Bijou stepped through the threshold and the sound was deafening. She looked around at the haze of smoke, and the many mugs of beer that were being tossed up in, what appeared to be, bitter protest. Something was going on that the majority of this group didn't agree with, and Bijou's eye scanned the area hoping to find out. Just then her eyes landed.
The cage was miserably small and reminded her of illegal dog fighting. Inside of stood a robust and tall man, who looked as though he was barely in his early twenties. Oh my, what's this kid got himself into?
All around her, Bijou could hear belches of ale, and could smell the vile body aroma and the sweat that seemed to be dripping off these men that occupied the fight scene and seemed to so strongly protest against the latest victory, or so it seemed. The announcer bellowed out a few words, "Who wants to t-take on the n-new champion!?"
Bijou hardly hesitated and walked up to the caged prison, looking up at the announcer with bright joyful eyes, "I will!"
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